Mulaqat (6)
Zaid’s POV
My heart raced as I gazed at Fiza, adorned in her bridal attire, looking more radiant than ever. I had waited months for this day, and the weight of this moment, of her presence, was almost overwhelming. Every detail of her dress, every touch of jewelry, made her look like a queen. And she was mine.
As the maulvi started the nikah, the air was thick with anticipation. He spoke with formal solemnity, his voice carrying the sacred words that would bind us.
“Fiza binti Maqsood, kya aapko yeh nikkah qubool hai, Zaid bin Kareem ke saath, mahr rakm sattar lakh rupaye?” he asked.
Fiza’s voice was soft, but steady as she responded, "Qubool hai." My heart pounded at the certainty in her voice.
The question was repeated twice more, as per tradition, and each time she answered, "Qubool hai," with a quiet confidence that filled me with warmth.
Then the maulvi turned to me. "Zaid bin Kareem, kya aapko yeh nikkah qubool hai, apne wali ki ijazat se, Fiza binti Maqsood ke saath, mahr rakm sattar lakh rupaye?"
“Qubool hai,” I replied, feeling my voice resonate with a deep certainty and joy.
Two more times, the question came, and both times, I responded without hesitation, “Qubool hai.”
With that, the maulvi announced, “Nikah qubool hai.” And just like that, she was mine. I could hardly believe it — that this woman, with her grace and beauty, was now bound to me, in this life and, inshallah, the next.
As the ceremony concluded, laughter and teasing began, led by my cousin Rafiq and my best friend Adil. Both had been waiting eagerly for this moment, their faces lit up with mischievous grins.
“Oho! Zaid, sattar lakh ka mahr?” Rafiq exclaimed, raising his brows. “Humare bhaijaan toh bade shahenshah ban gaye hain!”
Adil laughed, slapping me on the back. “Dekha Fiza bhabhi? Kitna intezaar karaya isne aapko, aur ab sattar lakh mein maan gaye! Arey, hum toh soch rahe the shayad sadhe sattar crore maange jaayenge.”
I chuckled, shaking my head. “Tum dono kabhi serious ho sakte ho?” I replied, amused by their antics.
Rafiq grinned. “Arrey, humara kaam hai tang karna. Waise bhi, Fiza ji ke liye toh kuch bhi kam hai, hai na?” He winked at Fiza, who smiled shyly.
I laughed, shaking my head. “Bas karo tum dono. Tumhe jo bhi kehna hai, aaj hi keh lo.”
Adil smirked, nudging Rafiq. “Acha, toh phir maafi dene ki tayyari hai bhabhi ke liye? Jab bhi late aayega, bas yaad dilana Fiza bhabhi, ‘sattar lakh diye hain aapko!’”
Rafiq chimed in with a laugh, “Aur jab bhi naraz ho, bas kehna, ‘Itne mein toh ek aur shaadi ho sakti thi!’”
We all burst out laughing, with Fiza blushing, looking down as she tried to hide her smile. The joy and warmth of the moment filled the room, the playful teasing only adding to the happiness.
After the laughter subsided, Adil and Rafiq stood by the door with grins plastered across their faces. "Aise hi andar nahi jaane denge," Rafiq teased, blocking the entrance to my bedroom with Adil.
Anisa and Dalia joined in with mischievous smiles. "Ji bhaijaan, humare paise toh nikaliye," Anisa said, folding her arms.
“Haan, jaldi se do lakh nikalo,” Dalia added, nodding.
I sighed dramatically, but with a smile, pulled out a bundle of cash and handed it to them. Their eyes widened in surprise. “Bas! Ab chalo, tum log. Bohot ho gaya tamasha.”
Adil raised his hands in mock protest. “Dekha, dekha! Humare bhaijaan kitne generous ho gaye hain. Fiza bhabhi, yeh toh sach mein aapke pyaar mein badal gaye hain!”
I shook my head, chuckling as they finally moved aside, grumbling about how I was “no fun.”
Finally, I stepped into the room. The soft glow of candles lit up the space, and the fragrance of fresh flowers filled the air. But none of it held my gaze the way Fiza did, seated on the bed, a vision of beauty, grace, and quiet anticipation.
"Fiza," I whispered as I approached her. I sat down in front of her, lifting her veil slowly, savoring the moment as her eyes met mine, filled with a blend of shyness and happiness.
"Kya tohfa doon main tumhe, Fiza?" I murmured, captivated by her beauty. “Har tohfa bekaar hai tumhare saamne.”
She looked down, a blush coloring her cheeks. “Fir bhi yeh sone ke kangan tumhare liye,” I said, revealing a pair of golden bangles.
Her eyes widened, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she admired them. “Yeh toh… bahut sundar hain, Wazir sahib.”
I gently took her hand, sliding the bangles onto her wrists, kissing each hand as I did so. “Tumse zyada nahi,” I whispered, and her laughter was soft, like music that filled my heart.
After a moment, she spoke with a hint of sadness. “Hum aapke liye tohfa nahi laaye…”
I held her chin, brushing my lips over her eyelids. “Tum khud ek khuda ka tohfa ho, jaana.”
I placed my hand gently over her belly, a feeling of awe washing over me. “Aur tumne hume sabse keemti tohfa diya hai zindagi ka.”
Yes, our child. The day she fainted, we discovered she was pregnant, and while the family was shocked, I didn’t care. She was mine, and tonight was finally ours.
“Wazir sahib…” she said softly, breaking through my thoughts.
“Haan, jaana?” I replied, my gaze tender as she shyly slipped her dupatta off her shoulder.
“Yeh jewar bohot bhaari hai… utaar do na,” she whispered, looking up at me with that sweetness that melted my heart.
"Bilkul, jaana," I murmured, moving closer. Leaning in, I pressed a gentle kiss on her lips before I began to remove her jewelry. Each piece came off slowly, revealing her beautiful simplicity. Every touch, every glance shared in this quiet intimacy reminded me of how lucky I was.
As the last of her jewelry was removed, she looked up at me, her eyes filled with love and trust. She was my world now, my love, my home. And tonight, our journey truly began.
"Wazir sahib" She murmured a quiet “thank you,” her voice trembling, and I felt my resolve slipping.
"Ji begum" I asked admiring her beauty. Actually, my wife's beauty.
"Aapke liye ek kaam hai" She glanced up at me shyly, her lips parting as said softly.
"Bolo na begum" I clenched my fists, struggling to control the rush of emotions I didn't even know I had.
"Woh inme se aapke liye dudh" She looked down in shyness, her cheeks tinted a soft pink, avoiding his intense gaze.
I watched her with fascination, the vulnerability in her expression drawing me in like a moth to a flame. In that later moment, she looked fragile, a beauty I longed to protect.
"Kya meri jaana?" I asked again in shock, looking at her big boobs covered in tight kurta/ sharara shirt.
"Ji" Her lowered gaze and the way she fidgeted with her fingers made her look even more adorable.
Her innocence unnerved him, making him feel like a trespasser in her world.
Without Andy second I grabbed her boobs and pulled them out of her short.
"Ahhhhhh ummmm" she moaned and fell back in decorated bed.
I saw her nipples hard and white liquid ever so slowly slipping out.
My dick hardened at sight and latched on it.
"Wazir sahib ahhh dheeme sab aapka hi hai ahh ahh ohhhh ahh" maine uske chuche shuru kar diye aur uski siskiya nikal rhi thi.
"Ahhh jaana tumne toh mera sapna hi sach kar dia ummm" I said after feasting on her milk.
"Itna raseela dudh ummmm" I said relishing the taste of it.
Maine ek ghante tak uska dudh Piya. Uske dono apne chuche laal ho gaye the chusne se. Maine dudh Pina nahi chorda.
Dono chucho ka dudh katam kar dia aur mere lund ab usse chodne ke liye dande ke bhi sakt hi Gaya tha.
"Aaj apne sahib ko chuche ko dudh pila dia tumne jaana ummmm" I said happily hovering over her.
Looking in her eyes, i removed my clothes while she was naked because I removed her clothes while laying on her big boobies.
"Bhot taqat aa gyi hai mujhme begum" i said and took my hard cock out of my underwear.
Her shyness was evident as she looked down at my cock, but the faint smile hinted at her lust for me.
Maine apna lund muthi me lekar uski chut par ragada. Uske paer kaapne lag gaye.
"Ummm ahhh wazir sahib" she said trying to take my cock inside her.
"Aaj se roj apni chut chudne ke tyar rhe begum" I said in warning and pushed my lund slowly in her chut.
"Ummm roj yeh lund Lena hai aapko apne ched me" i growled and thrusted it fully in her.
"Ahhhhhh" she moaned falling her head back on bed.
"Ahhhhh abhi bhi itni tight ho ahhhh behchod" i grunted feeling her tightness.
"Ahhhh wazir sahib ahhh ahhhh" maine apna lund uske andar daalke bhot jor jor se choda.
Uski cheekhe hi nikal gayi.
"Han meri jaana cheekho apne shauhar ke lund ke liye" I said and held her legs open while her face turned red.
"Ahhhh chudo apne shauhar ke lund se ahhh ahhhh" inside of her exploded with orgasms and then she kept on cumming on my cock.
"Tumhe har roj mere lund ko khush karna hai jaana ahhhh ahhh itna chodunga tumhe ki ahhhhhh bistar se hil nahi paaogi ahhh ahhhh" I said and she nodded yes through her head.
"Dekho mere begum ke chuche ummm ahhhhhh itne hil rhe hai mere liye ahhh ahhh" i said looking at her boobs jiggling.
"Bhot jor se kar rhe hai soo ahhh ahhhh dheeme toh kariye" she cried. Her pussy was stretched and fucked down to kiss her.
"Nahi begum ahhhh Aaj apne shauhar se chud rhi hai aap ahhhh Aaj na roke hume ahhhh" i said breaking the kiss and biting her neck and grabbing her boobs and slapping them.
"Ahhhh wazir sahib aaaaahhhhhh" A bead of sweat trailed down her neck, glistening under the sun, and I found myself captivated.
"Jhad jaao Fiza ahhhhh ahhh Aaj apne shauhar ka lund geela kar doh ahhhh ahhhhh" I said provoking her.
"Ahhhhhhh aaaaap mere shauharrrr aahhhhhhhhhh aapke liye sirf aaahhh" her body shook and buy i held her tightly in my arm.
"Ohhhh ahhh fizaaaa" I said feeling her clenching my cock too tightly.
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Apni begum ki chut teen fadne ke baad maine uski gaand bhi maari.
"Ahhh ahhhh tumahri gaand ahhh khol di maine jaana" maine bola uski gaand ka ched bada hota hua dekh kar.
Uski chot gaand khul kar badi ho gayi thi mere chodne ki wajah se.
"Ahhh ummm apne sab hi khol dia mera ahhh wazir sahib" she pouted and held my arm.
I chuckled and kissed her mouth and trailed kisses on her back.
"Ahhhh jaana tumse dur nahi raha jata na ahhhhh sirf tumhari chut me" maine bola aur uski chut par thappad bhi maara.
"yar tumari yeh gaand me" uski gaand par chaar thapad maare.
"Lund ghusa ke rkhne ka mauka chahiye hota hai mujhe" i said and fucked against bed fastly.
"Ahhhh ahhh wazir sahib ummm ahhhhh saa...s nhi aaaa rhi hai ahhhha hhhh" she said feeling my pounding increasing.
Her touch was light, innocent, yet it had the power to dismantle the walls
"Ahhhhh ahhhhh" I said feeling myself close to release
I had changed the position and it was late at night. She was saying me to stop.
Mere lund ka paani aane wala tha isliye maine usse jor jor se chodna shuru kar dia.
"Aaaa meri begum" meri aankho me andhera aa raha tha. Aur uski gaand mujhe ache se daba rhi thi. Mera lund tight ched ko khol raha tha.
"Meri jaaaana ahhhhhh" I said and placed my hand on her clit.
"Bas aane wala hai mera ahhhh ahhh" maine bataya aur uski chut ko ragadne lag gaya.
"Apni begum ko ahhhh pura dudh dunga Mai ahhhh ahhhh" I clenched my abdomen, struggling to control the rush of emotions I didn't even know he had.
Her whole body was shaking mostly her legs.
She was ready to cum and seeing her my cock was also ready.
"Jeeee....ee wazir sahib aaahhh ahhhh de dijiye" she finally cummed for tenth time while I exploded a huge load in her hole.
"Ahhhhhh ahhh begummmmm" I said and filled her hole with my cum.
The sheen of sweat on her brow gave her a raw beauty, making her seem both innocent and desirable.
It was a contradiction that fascinated me, drawing me deeper into her world.
After that day, our marriage life went through all fucking and kissing. Some arguments happened but we fought through the hurdles and made the happiness depends on our bond.
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