This is wow!!! Was so busy I missed out on this interesting story... Tnk God I'm back nd I'm enjoying every bit of it... Well done ma friend - underage

Vivy Gift: This is wow!!! Was so busy I missed out on this interesting story... Tnk God I'm back nd I'm enjoying every bit of it... Well done ma friend - underage

Welcome back Vivy, missed u too.

The bedroom was beautifully furnished in a Middle Eastern decor of thick rugs and wall hangings, pillows on the floor, silk tapestries, and fine furniture. In the center of the room was a large oversized waterbed, covered with rich satin sheets of soft emerald green with matching pillows. All the light in the room was indirect, with no real source, an illumination both soft and muted. Double glass doors, the drapes of which were pulled back just enough, added the light of a full moon to the surrealistic setting.

It was a room asking to be filled with love.

It was a home begging to be filled with children and laughter.

Freshly showered, Zeest walked silently to the room, bare feet and Aariz gasped as he looked at her from head to toe. He’d seen her hair before but hadn’t seen her lower limbs. He felt lucky to be able to see such a glamorous sight. So attractive were her legs that he thought that she must not come out into the open - else her feet would get dirty and soiled.

Aariz’s eyes were transfixed as soon as his eyes fell on the rest of her body and what he saw was sufficient to make him speechless. The more had he been trying to take off his eyes from the lovely sight, more bewitched were his eyes by the magnificent beauty.

“May I say how beautiful you’re tonight?” He murmured slowly in a deep, low voice.

“You’re a beautiful sight for sore eyes.” He added as he stepped forward to give her a lovely bouquet of fresh flowers.

His words made her heart sing and her face warmed with pleasure.

“Thank you for these lovely roses.” Her fingertips lightly brushed the delicate petals.

“Happy birthday!”

“But how did you remember it was my birthday today?” She was surprised pleasantly.

“I remember each and everything about you.” He gazed lovingly into her big eyes.

“Alright, if today is my birthday then where’s my gift?” She raised her brows, smiling softly.

“Here. This is your present!” He came to stand fully in front of her.

“I’m your gift.” He whispered.

“The best gift I could ever have.” She replied breathlessly.

He then reached his hand and lightly stroked a strand of her silky black hair.

“So beautiful and so untouched.” He said softly.

On his slightest touch, flames began to emit from her lovely face, which turned totally scarlet, as all the blood of her body had been accumulated on her face then. Her breathing became rapid and her heart began to pound heavily.

“But, I was thinking…” He left his sentence unfinished.

“Hmm?”

“How could you feel any attraction for me when all I’ve ever done is insult?”

“You’re my ‘husband’.” She said delicately. “Isn’t that enough reason to get attracted toward you?”

“But,” He opened his lips to argue.

Zeest put her finger on her husband's lips and said, "Shhh. I want to."

Suddenly, there seemed to be nothing left to say. Their eyes met and clung. The flush on her cheeks deepened. It was the way he was looking at her that did it. An ache developed deep inside her. Their eyes met and locked for a long time. They were "fair speechless messages" through their bright and eloquent eyes. Neither moved. Neither spoke, neither had to. A silent language sizzling with all unspoken stories, skittered and flashed between them with the power to lit a fuse.

When real love is dawned between two hearts, one feels the inarticulate words of the other by his or her own passion. Accordingly, a wild and ringing sensation generated in those two loving hearts, which spread perfect bliss all through their lovely bodies through billions of nerves via the roads and highways of arteries and veins of their bodies.

Suddenly, he wanted her so much that he was in pain.

He got closer.

Giving him a strange grin, she stepped back.

He stepped forward.

She was surprised at the way the pounding of her heartbeat echoed in her ears, her own voice echoed in the room, the breathing...

She took another step back.

“Are…you…seducing…me?” Aariz's heart was beating so fast that he could hardly speak.

“What do you think,” She gave him another teasing smile.

“OK, I’m a mature man, but just don’t expect my control to be limitless.”

“What control,” She licked her parted, dry lips with a fine swift of the shiny tip of her wet tongue.

That did it for him.

Without saying any further word, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her to their mutual destination.

“Let me get all natural,” She whispered in a mysterious voice as he made her stand near the bed.

Aariz swallowed and stared at her breathlessly.

Slowly, she let her hand undo the knot and let the materialistic covering separating them fall on the thick Persian carpet.

As his eyes roamed over her, Aariz’s breath stopped. He thought so much beauty could make him blind, and yet, he forgot to take his eyes away. She had some particular ‘uniqueness’in her body; something different that only a veiled girl can bear, when she comes to her ‘all-natural’ form. Everything about her looked so fresh, so genuine, so real, and so exciting.

As he looked at his wife's beautiful figure with his unblinking eyes, she could detect that love was written everywhere on that flaming face.

They stood there for another few moments, listening to the beating of their hearts. He was about to take his first step toward her when she stopped him gently.

“Wait,” She raised her hand. “Just a second.”

“In the name of ‘Allah’,” She smiled heavenly. “The most gracious, the most merciful.”

A happy wave of pride and joy coursed through Aariz’s whole body. His dear wife hadn’t forgotten ‘Allah’ even in those moments when most people become senseless.

“Let’s pray first.” She looked deeply into his desire-filled eyes. “May Allah bless us with all the love and joy under the holy shelter of dear holy Prophet and his progeny.” She spoke very softly but smoothly.

Aariz prayed and repeated the same words in silence.

“NOW,”

She breathed as her voice went husky. Closing her eyes, she gasped in teetering anticipation as he removed the distance between them.

This time, he knew, he had to touch her, had to hold her.

He placed his hands on her shoulders, gently, closing the distance between them.

Coming to her then, sensually bathed in the surreal shadows of moonlight and the satin cream of
desire, he drew her in his arms.

Their palms met and their fingers intertwined.

With the fingers of his right hand Aariz began to run and skim the flushed face lightly and, when his fingers reached the trembling lips of his wife, she severed the lips inviting the finger inside her mouth.

“Good God.” He murmured and closed his eyes to feel a moment of intense pleasure.

His face was now so close to hers, she caught her breath and held it. Unable to meet his eyes, Zeest’s eyes rested on his neck.

“I love your lips, so enticing, so vulnerable.” He told her admiringly.

“I see,” She blushed. “What else do you love about me, by the way?”

“Many things.” He grinned soberly. “Want me to prove?”

Smiling, she gave him a nod.

“The way your hair always smell good even if it‟s without a shampoo.” He inhaled deeply, stroking her hair lightly in gentle comfort. He then pulled the clip from her hair and let the curls drop softly to her shoulders, running his fingers through her hair.

“By the way, I love your hair.”

Startled, she looked up at him. “It has been falling rapidly…”

“I don’t care.” He cut in softly. “I love it because it belongs to you.”

”I love you for the way your head always find the right spot on my shoulder.” His hand reached up to caress her hair some more as she tapped her head to his shoulder.

He placed one hand by her black hair while he used the other to touch her forehead, tracing her eyebrow down to her heated cheek and her chin.

”I love you for how cute you look when you sleep.” His long slender fingers played very gently with her long lashes.

A soft moan escaped the parted lips as the hand traveled lower, down to her collar bone, her skin filled in the memory of texture, soft and smooth; like silk. Once again the sensation of delayed touch took her and she felt Goosebumps arise on her neck.

”I love you for the ease in which you fit into our arms.” He took her into his arms then.

She smiled shyly, showing a set of perfect white teeth through those moist and red lips.

”And… I love you for the way you smile and all of a sudden everything is right in the world.” His index finger played softly with her parted lips, rubbing them with exquisite gentleness.

”I love you for how cute you are when you breathe.” He breathed into her ear, warm and tickling. His breath felt as tender and warm as an infant's breath.

”I love you because you’re always warm even when it’s freezing outside.” Hard male lips grazed her cheek. And then his cheek, with an enticing hint of after-shave, caressed hers. She moved her cheek against the hardness of his and then dropped her head to his shoulder. It felt so safe there.

”I love you for the way you look good no matter what you wear.” His hands then touched the skin of her waist.

There was a sharp intake of breath from her and she snuggled closer to him.

“I love the way you fall into my arms when you cry.” He added.

“My turn now,” She smiled and held him closer to her heart.

”I love you for how cute you’re when you argue.” She told him with her eyes closed, like she was talking in her sleep.

”The way your hand always finds mine.” She took his hard, male hand into her soft, female one.

”And I love the way you smile.” She smiled shyly as she reached up and traced his lips with her fingers.

”Even the way you get mad at me and expect it to hurt.” Zeest gave in to temptation and allowed her fingers to stroke away the frown lines on Aariz’s brow.

”Then the way you apologize when it does hurt.” She said, her lips parting to allow her tongue free access to her upper lip.

Aariz was speechless, breathless at the moment.

”I love the way you say ‘I missed you’.” She coiled her fingers behind his neck.

”And I love the way you miss me.” Her hands slid lower to feel the muscles of his smooth back.

“My turn again,” He smiled softly and turned to stand behind her, with her back resting on his chest.

”I love the way your tears make me want to change the world so that it doesn't hurt anymore.” He began again, brushing his lips against her cheek from behind. The odour of the shaving foam he had used invaded her nostrils, along with the distinctly masculine scent of his body, and she caught her breath.

“I love you, when I look you in the eyes, travelling to the depths of your soul and you say a million things without trace of a sound.” He murmured against her skin, sliding his lips along the nape of her neck, the warmth of his breath stimulating her nerve endings as he dragged his mouth to a temple. His touch was gentle and perfect.

“I love you when I know that my own life is inevitably consumed within the rhythmic beatings of your very heart.” Lightly, he brushed his wife's hair away from a soft ear.

”I love you for a million reasons, no word would do it justice.” His lips touched over a smooth shoulder, a soft, butterfly- like feathery touch, pure sensation, sheer pleasure, and complete ecstasy.

She blinked.

“It is a thing not of the mind,” He was not finished yet, his voice felt like pure silk. “But of the heart, a feeling only felt.”

"Just being with you, my wife, my life---" He buried his face in the warm curve where her neck met her shoulder.

"I know," She breathed huskily, her throat dry, her mind pleasure-clotted.

"It’s everything." He touched his lips to his wife’s skin in a way that raised her arousal to new heights once more.

Unable to control her feeling any longer, she twisted and turned back to find his body only inches away from hers. He’d leaned close. His cologne filled her nostrils and her body sang with remembrance. She swallowed hard, wondering whether she’d died and gone to heaven or whether Aariz Ali, the man she loved with all her heart and mind, was actually at her side.

He brought the fingers of his right hand and ran it horizontally across the quivering lips of her very slowly, feeling the rich velvet-softness of those lips. Her lips grazed the palm of his hand.

Slowly, she raised her own hand to savour his texture. Her warm hand cupping his cheek made Aariz smile. He touched his wife's palm with his lips, holding the hand and moving it to rest over his heart.

She couldn’t remember him taking off his glasses, but somehow he was without them. His skin had a faint tinge of pinkness too, seen so close, and her nostril savoured the scent of the man himself, a scent that had nothing to do with the aftershave or perfume, but was the very essence of him.

His lips touched the tip of her nose delicately. With soft butterfly brushes of his lips, he closed her eyes and sentenced her to a world of sensation. Her fingers curled into the hard muscles of his arms, clinging to him as she felt a strange weightlessness envelop her.

Oh yes ... yes, maybe this was the night!

“So sweet, so fragrant, so delicate.” Aariz was whispering, his mouth moving towards the hollow of her throat. The touch sent electric tingles through her body.

“Love to feel you.” His lips were now touching the pulsating length of her neck, as she tossed her head back, the outline of her feminine jaw. His lips then touched her chin and he felt like he was in paradise, breathing in the scent of her perfume, and loving the softness of her chin on his lips. He then moved down and brushed his mouth to her breastbone, hearing the rhythm of her breathing, soft and fast. Next, when he leaned down and touched his mouth to the nape of her neck, she shuddered with delicious sensations. Her fingers spread behind his head, caressing his neck. His touch was tender, soft, and sensuous and felt as soft as expensive velvet.

Her arms tightened about his neck, and she lifted her lips for his response.

Their eyelids descended with the distance between their lips.

Eyes closed, she waited.

He slid his hand to her shoulder and then cupped her neck. He pressed and then skimmed his thumb along her bottom lip.

“You’re exquisite.” He whispered.

The pulse at her throat quickened, her lips apart, her eyes closed.

Then, he lifted her face and lightly, his lips touched her chin again, a fleeting touch, just a brush of mouth.

“Thank you for coming into my life.” He murmured against the softness of her lips.

She moaned, clutching at the soft hair at his nape. Light-headed, she was aware only of the soft demand of male lips, of powerful arms wound possessively around her. Nothing else mattered.

A beautiful expression, Aariz could clearly saw, flitted across Zeest’s face, which left a blushing mark on her face making it more radiant. Her eyes were closed, lips were trembling and a wonderful expression of love settled on the face. As soon as he felt that the change was due to him only, he felt an immense sense of pride.

Although the air inside the bedroom was not so hot, perspiration now covered both spouses' faces.

“Lovely,” Moving his lips to her ear, he breathed into it.

And Zeest…

She responded, like an adult mature woman is supposed to respond. But her response and reaction was different. There was nothing like other ‘experienced’ girls who learn ‘love tactics’ from the movies and media. She was a woman, but she was a veiled girl too. That’s why every act of hers had an exciting innocence and virgin experience. She caressed his skin with the elegance and finesse that only a true veiled girl knows, who has kept her eyes holy, by keeping them away from the dirty scenes of today’s movies.

Her arms rose involuntarily to his neck and she pulled him closer. As she pressed her bosom to his chest, he could feel her heart beating wildly, his own beats mixing with her, and the two hearts began to beat rhythmically in union.

To Zeest, it was as if she had turned the key in the door to paradise. She moaned softly, barely audible to even herself. Her hands tenderly caressed him as he snuggled to her. Enjoying the texture of the soft, smooth skin under her fingertips.

She used her own to explore him with her fingers feeling each hollow and plane in his broad back and on his chest. She moved closer, her soft fingertips brushing and playing with the fine, dark hair on his masculine chest. She laced her fingers through the cute, silky hair and sighed with contentment.

Her hands tenderly caressed him as he snuggled to her. Enjoying the texture of the soft, smooth skin under her fingertips. She touched him passionately, feeling the kind of devotion that only a veiled girl can feel for her husband.

“You’re like a soft, fragrant flower--- your hair, your skin…umm,” His lips brushed the dewy skin of her shoulder and threaded his fingers through her hair, brushing it away from her face.

She moaned softly, barely audible to even herself.

“You smell heavenly." He smelled the fragrant bouquet of feminine aroma rising from her heated body.

The touch of his hands, the brush of his lips raised her, taking her to the sky, exploding nerve endings deep inside her in a way she had never experienced before. Fire filled her veins as she threaded her hands through his hair to bind him close. She seemed to be ringed by flame feelings surging through her like a bush fire, as she felt herself going down in the heat of it.

The sounds of their mingled breathing, the twinkling sounds of her bangles, the romantic whispers, the provocative panting of restraint and the cries of the wind combined to create a music more moving than any orchestra. The powerful beating of two hearts in unison underscored the symphony. It was simply a wonderful and fantastic atmosphere.

That night, Aariz and Zeest became as much close as husband wife could be, making up for lost time. They both wrote new alphabets of passion, creating the history of love from ‘A’ to ‘Z’ and sinking into a sea of ecstasy they never wanted to climb out of.

intresting

Madam underage... Nyc update buh ure 4gettin Komal here nd her family

Hameenat94: Madam underage... Nyc update buh ure 4gettin Komal here nd her family

I thot we r done with Komal, since I wrote how she ended up engaged to Sikander and everyone knows where that is going. She was never meant to stay this far in Aariz's life.

underage:

Welcome back Vivy, missed u too.

Thanks dear

Ooh my!
I love ur description of their intimate moments, makes me wish i was in love.
Underage, chop kiss..muaaaah 4 a story superbly written

stefikal: Ooh my!
I love ur description of their intimate moments, makes me wish i was in love.
Underage, chop kiss..muaaaah 4 a story superbly written

Hours later, he lay there, as Zeest sat on the bed and took his head in her lap, caressing him, combing his hair through her fingers. Breathlessly, he stared at her face as she reached back and undid the bun in her hair. Released, her hair cascaded down to brush her husband's face like feathers.

He closed his eyes, a tear escaped its way of his left eye, she bent her face, and then her sweet lips picked the salty drop swiftly.

"Soft...” Zeest said in a whisper.

“Do you know why I’m crying?” Aariz looked up to meet her eyes with his.

“Don’t…” She stroked his hair with gentle fingers. “I understand. You don’t always need words to explain yourself.”

“How did you ignore my faults…hmm?” Aariz asked. “I did so many mistakes.”

“When you truly care for someone, you don't look for faults, you don't look for answers, you don't look for mistakes.” Bending, she touched her lips to his forehead. “Instead, you fight the mistakes, you accept the faults, and you overlook the excuses.”

“Tell me.” He breathed, looking up into her eyes. “Did you ever hate me?”

“No, Never.”

“And did you love me from the beginning?”

“You know, I did.” She sighed with contentment.

“Will you forgive me?” Aariz asked simply.

“Do you love me?” She asked back, leaning closer, close enough that their noses touched.

“More than life itself.”

“Then that’s all that matters.”

“Yes. Oh yes. I love you Zeest.” He cried with longing. “I could never have made this strong and better without your effort behind me.” Said Aariz in a most serious, and mature tone. “I’ve been in love with you for so long that I don’t even remember.”

“Perhaps this was the fragrance of same feeling which awakened in my heart.” He added. “Love has its own presence and existence. Cool, sweet and fragrant.”

"Zeest…” He wanted to say more but was suddenly cut off as she took his right hand from her shoulder and gently pressed his fingers over trembling lips.

“No matter what-- I respect you." She said as tears began to swell in her eyes and she rested her head above his, wrapping her right hand in his.

“You’re a caring person Zeest. I love you for that. When you left me, I found out that against my will I loved everything about you.”

“I love you, too.” She whispered solemnly. “I’ve loved you for so long…”

His eyes flashed with unguarded relief and sighing contentedly, he closed his eyes. It was time to get a satisfied sleep after many sleepless nights.

The next morning felt brighter than usual.

“Good morning," Aariz said pleasantly, looking very fresh and relaxed. "Please, accept my heartiest congratulations for having such a wonderful wedding night. I'm sure you'd never forget it, would you?"

He laughed, walking up behind his wife while she was in front of the dressing table, slipping his arms around her middle and burying his masculine face in her hair. Her shampoo smelled heavenly, and she was wearing a red Banarsi Saarhi, looking like a typical, eastern and traditional ‘wife’.

While smiling back at him, Zeest couldn’t help herself shuddering at his words. He had said the same words before too, she remembered very well. But there was a difference now, and that difference did make a ‘big’ difference.

“So , Mrs. Wife, how’re you feeling today?” Leaning down, Aariz placed his hands on her shoulders from behind and slowly began to massage them as he brushed his cheek against his wife’s.

“Better, hmm?”

Leaning back against his chest, she said, “The best.”

Slowly she left her chair and came to her feet, gazing at her husband’s image through the mirror.

As she looked up into his handsome face through the mirror, tears came to her eyes, but they were tears of love and joy welling up inside her.

Closing her eyes and sighing with relief, Zeest let her head roll back against Aariz’s shoulder so that he could have unhindered access to her neck. For his part, Aariz took up the invitation and began to trail his lips down his wife’s neck, even going so far as to nibble her skin gently between his teeth in the process.

Goosebumps immediately broke out over her skin. Relaxing even more into the moment, Zeest raised her arms slowly and linked them up and over his neck and pulled Aariz‟s face harder against her skin.

“Like it?” He breathed into her ear.

“Umm, love it.” She moaned, her eyes still closed. “But…I get scared sometimes.”

“Of what?” He asked, slowly turning her toward him so that she was now face to chest with him.

“Tell me,” He whispered. “What are you scared of?”

His fingers were firm and strong as they slowly drew her close. Now his strong and masculine arms were going back around her waist. Involuntarily, her hands flew around his muscular neck. His lips left the sweetness of hers, and made their way across her cheek to the short flesh of her neck, the fingers ran down to her lips and moved gently along them, and then over her chin. She shivered from the delicate tracing fingertips.

“Of the fate.” She managed to say between gasps.

Sensing Zeest’s natural fear, Aariz softly whispered into her ear, "Do you trust me?"

Zeest slowly nodded her head.

"And do you love me?" Aariz continued.

Again the slow nod.

"Then there's nothing to be afraid of, is there?"

“No. But what if…”

Aariz placed his index finger on the quivering lips of his wife, silencing her and said, "There are no buts and ifs between us."

Then adding all the passion of his heart he added, "I'll never be rough with you. My love will have no whit of my previous harshness. Believe me, Zeest. Believe me,”

He continued with wonderful warmth, "I will never make you sad, nor heart-sore, nor shall I let your heart to suffer pain and harshness of the world. I'll guard you; protect you against all the gales of misfortune. I'll escort you through all the dangers of life. Won't you let me to do that?"

The shaking of Zeest’s shoulders, which had been subsiding during this exchange, finally stopped.

Taking her hands up to caress his face, she let her eyes find those of Aariz's in the mirror and smiled wanly.

“Now shall we go for breakfast?” He asked.

“Shush… “ She shushed him with a cat-like grin, silencing him with her hand, her index finger playing with his lips.

Gently, she pushed him back toward the wall, pinning him softly to it. She then slowly took off his glasses and put her silky hand on his cheek. For the time being, she just experienced the texture of his skin, lightly rubbing her fingers up and down over his cheek.

“Zeest…” He murmured near her ear, as she laid her cheek against the inviting flannel of his shirt and sighed, nuzzling ever so lightly.

“Hmm?” She made the sound through another sigh, not wanting to break the spell by opening her eyes.

“You are beautiful, you know.”

She didn’t reply, she was too busy in feeling and perceiving him.

“I want to tell you so much about you but,” He murmured softly, his eyes closed. “There are things you get ashamed of because words diminish them, words shrink things that seemed timeless when they were in your head...”

She silenced him, her fingers playing with his lips. He closed his eyes, just feeling the sensations of her touch.

“I guess the most important things are the hardest things to say.” She whispered very softly.

“Zeest?”

“Hmm?”

“Breakfast is ready.”

“But, I‟m not.” She heard herself say, getting closer. “Atleast, not for breakfast!”

Wow this is beautiful. Does ur religion prohibit people from kissing mouth to mouth? I didn't see where aariz and zeest realy kissed.

What song will hunger sing when love is still on stage
Zeest is happy... I am happy.

nice one.

Winnie1950: Wow this is beautiful. Does ur religion prohibit people from kissing mouth to mouth? I didn't see where aariz and zeest realy kissed.

Well not everything must be written down Winnie and NO, our religion does not prohibit married couples from kissing mouth to mouth.

harlos: What song will hunger sing when love is still on stage
Zeest is happy... I am happy.

nice one.

Gud to hear dat

.. All smiles
#teamZeest nAarizalldway#

I'm so thrilled in the figure of which this write up emitted from and dat's U "underage", despite d fact dat u'r muslim make so believe u'r d best ***dontmindme*** THIS story caught me speechless, its outstanding, astonishing, wonderful, delighted with so much intellectualism and one of d best write up av ever seen. It brings out d positive in me wen d negativity has captured evrytin in me. My hrt is obliterated, so much hatred in it cos I believe love exist no more, bt THIS change it 2d extend dat I'm even longing 2luv again.........all dose "words" are so perfect.

I hope THIS won't be ur last one cos I'll be looking forward 2ur stowy.

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Still I comm!.

Mrs writer gud mowin, hw r u nd lil khaleel?? Ur last two update was wat they cal LOVE of d 1st orda abi na highest orda... I'm so hapy 4 Zeest

Nice updates.... Underage you are just waooh...
Its been a pleasure reading your story. This story is carrying a powerful love message.

Ure doing a good job..kip it rolling

Candis009: .. All smiles
#teamZeest nAarizalldway#

horlah005: I'm so thrilled in the figure of which this write up emitted from and dat's U "underage", despite d fact dat u'r muslim make so believe u'r d best ***dontmindme*** THIS story caught me speechless, its outstanding, astonishing, wonderful, delighted with so much intellectualism and one of d best write up av ever seen. It brings out d positive in me wen d negativity has captured evrytin in me. My hrt is obliterated, so much hatred in it cos I believe love exist no more, bt THIS change it 2d extend dat I'm even longing 2luv again.........all dose "words" are so perfect.

I hope THIS won't be ur last one cos I'll be looking forward 2ur stowy.

׺°”˜`”°º×ŦĤΛИҠ Y♡Ʊ׺°”˜`”°º×

Still I comm!.

This made me speechless, all I can say is thank you

SPLENDIDFLOZZY: Mrs writer gud mowin, hw r u nd lil khaleel?? Ur last two update was wat they cal LOVE of d 1st orda abi na highest orda... I'm so hapy 4 Zeest

We are all doing fyn, thnx for ur concern.

Deiok: Nice updates.... Underage you are just waooh...
Its been a pleasure reading your story. This story is carrying a powerful love message.

Its my pleasure

nappyboy560: Ure doing a good job..kip it rolling

Thnx

Okay guys, today's update which is also going to be the last update is coming up tonight.

Just wanted to use this meduim to thank you all for being with me this far, I really appreacite it

Thank you so much, luv u ol

underage: Okay guys, today's update which is also going to be the last update is coming up tonight.

Just wanted to use this meduim to thank you all for being with me this far, I really appreacite it

Thank you so much, luv u ol

ure welcm... Tnx also 4 sharing dis interesting story wit us.waitin

underage: Okay guys, today's update which is also going to be the last update is coming up tonight.

Just wanted to use this meduim to thank you all for being with me this far, I really appreacite it

Thank you so much, luv u ol

I can't wait o...............

Still I comm!

underage: Okay guys, today's update which is also going to be the last update is coming up tonight.

Just wanted to use this meduim to thank you all for being with me this far, I really appreacite it

Thank you so much, luv u ol

we love u more swthrt

underage: Okay guys, today's update which is also going to be the last update is coming up tonight.

Just wanted to use this meduim to thank you all for being with me this far, I really appreacite it

Thank you so much, luv u ol

we love u more swthrt

16th August 2012
Karachi, Pakistan
10.00 p.m.

I still don’t believe that I have found her again. And yet, my veiled girl, my silent lover is here, with me, in my house, and this feeling is so comforting, so satisfying. Her presence is so alive, so genuine and so real that she has become the biggest reality and fact of my life now.

‘Absence makes the heart grow fonder’, I firmly believe now. She was absent in body, but was present in spirit and that’s the most important thing. That, even if you are not physically close for some reason, your minds shouldn’t leave each other’s thoughts for a single moment. Life was difficult without her, but then I thought, the best way out of a difficulty is through it. The thing is that, when all else is lost, the future still remains.

People say, ‘you can’t change one’s nature’, I disagree, as she changed each and every aspect of my life including my nature. Being a true woman, she was capable of doing so. Because of her, I am not what I once been. She brought a revolution in me, following the principle that human improvement is from within outward.

I accepted her, and admitted my feelings for her, defeating my false ego that was stopping me from taking the right step. Although my behaviour and deeds were not good, but fortunately, my conscience was still alive and that helped me a lot in this aspect, our conscience, the only incorruptible thing about us that can lead us toward true path.

People often ask me this question, that, what’s the best way to develop mutual understanding? I simply say, follow the same path; this would automatically keep you close as there would be not many differences between you then. They ask ‘which path?’ I say ‘religion’, our ‘faith’. Faith is to believe what we do not see and the reward of this faith is to see what we believe. In the form of our faith, we’ve been blessed with the best natural solution for all of our problems including those, which arise after marriage. As far as both of you would follow the same footsteps enlightened by our religion, you would never get away from each other as both of you would have the same criteria for every aspect of your life.

At the moment, I can hear Zeest laughing in our drawing room. Deeba Rizvi, who has now become Mrs. Deeba Hasan Kazimi, is also there, talking and laughing with Zeest. By the grace of Allah and His holy prophet, my ‘house’ has become a ‘home’ now, a home that is filled with love and laughter. This presence of love and life sometimes makes me wonder that am I still the same Aariz who was once thinking to die? A man who was wishing to kill himself? No, I don’t think that I’m still the same Aariz Ali anymore. I’ve now become a courageous man who thinks that often the test of courage is not to die but to live.

“I’d like to finish with this saying which Zeest often quotes. She told me, that before her marriage, she used to pray for her future like this…

Some pray to marry the man they love
My prayer will somewhat vary:
I humbly pray to Heaven above
That I love the man I marry.

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The end of The Silent Lover
But a new beginning for many girls, who want to become ‘Veiled girls’, for real happiness, satisfaction and success in this world as well as in Hereafter.

Dedication

To every girl, who adopts ‘Hijaab’ not just as a cloth that covers her body, but as a complete, modest life style.

“Nice girls are with Hijaab.” (Holy Prophet Muhammad)

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Clapping, nice girls with hijaab am greeting you all o,underage we love you. I pray you find such happpiness in ur home. It has been a great month and God has used you to bless me,may He bless you too. We would be waiting for your next boook. Xoxo

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