Aashiq (14) (18+)

 

1 year later. 

**Dalia’s POV**  

“Zyada hansi aa rahi hai?”  

I bit my lip, trying to stifle the laughter bubbling inside me. 

His grumpy expression and narrowed eyes were priceless. Shaking my head in reply, I glanced away to avoid his piercing gaze.  

There he was—the don, the most feared and powerful man in the country, my husband—reduced to sitting sulking in the corner of the room on a couch. No throne-like aura, no commanding presence. Just a husband wearing an adorably irritated scowl.  

The reason for his foul mood? Our two-month-old daughter, Fatima. 

She had recently developed a curious habit: crying whenever he came close while I fed her. His larger-than-life presence seemed to unsettle her, but instead of being upset, it only made me laugh harder at how helpless it left him.  

Nestled under my dupatta, Fatima contentedly suckled my nipple, her tiny fists clutching at the fabric. The soft cooing sounds she made as she fed were a melody only a mother could cherish.

 The little one even fussed if I tried to pull the dupatta away, as though demanding her privacy. And her father? He sat on the sidelines, murmuring under his breath, stealing occasional glances our way as if plotting his revenge on his own daughter.  

As soon as Fatima drifted off to sleep, I carefully removed the dupatta. Before I could move, my shauhar saheb was already on his feet, his irritation replaced by an eager gentleness.  

He approached us quietly, his towering frame casting a protective shadow over the bed. 

Taking Fatima into his large, calloused hands, he cradled her as though she were made of glass. His lips pressed a featherlight kiss against her forehead, his earlier grumpiness forgotten.  

I watched, my heart swelling with an indescribable warmth. This was the same man who had once hesitated to even hold her, afraid his strength might harm her delicate form. 

But over time, I had witnessed a transformation—beneath the don’s ruthless exterior was a father so tender, so utterly devoted, that it made me fall for him all over again.  

He turned, catching me staring at him with a soft smile. 

“Iss tarah ghurti rahogi kya humein?” he teased, his signature smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.  

I felt the familiar heat rise to my cheeks. 

My husband had a way of turning me into a blushing mess with just a few words. My flustered state only earned a deep chuckle from him, one that made my heart race.  

Placing Fatima gently in her crib beside our bed, he tucked her in, making sure the soft blanket covered her perfectly. 

His movements were practiced now, effortless, a far cry from the man who had once nervously fumbled with every diaper.  

“A...aap kya kar rahe hain?” I stammered as I saw him unbuttoning his kurta with a wicked glint in his eyes. He removed the kurta and threw it on floor. 

“Apne pet ko feed karne ki taiyari,” he replied shamelessly, his voice dripping with mischief.  

My cheeks burned as I tried to protest, but my words were drowned out by his laughter. 

My husband—the don, the father, the tease—knew exactly how to keep my heart racing.  

He slid on bed and before I could cover my extra large boobs, he palmed them and slapped it. 

"Ummm rafiqq" I moaned being sensitive. 

"Kal mujhe duddh nhi dia tha tumne, Dalia begum. Aaj toh inn chucho se pike rahunga dudh mai" he declared and licked his lips while looking at my boobs with concentration.

"A..p bache nahi hai." I said back and he chuckled while rubbing his now hard cock hiding under pajama on my core. 

"Tumhare bacho ka baap toh hu nah. Mere chodne ki wajah se pregnant hui ho tum" he said shamelessly and licked my nipple and I moaned feeling his hot tongue. 

"aur yeh chuche bhi meri wajha se dudh nikal rahe hai." He claimed my boobs with his rough hand. 

"Inhe chusne ka haq phele mera hai" saying that he started sucking my nipple like a candy and drank my milk. 

"Ahhh ummmmm" moans left my mouth and wetness leaked from my panties. 

"Ummmmm lazeez hai bhot ummmmmm itne sundar chucho se, tasty dudh nikalti ho tum begum" he commented, having droplets of white milk on his pink lips. 

"Ahhhh jeee ummmm pura pe jaynege kya..?" I asked, clenching his hair in my fist as his teeth sucked my skin, marking it as red spot. 

"Ummmmm pine doh aaj mujhe, isse pike chut fadunga tumhari. Doctor ne bola hai ki ab kar sakte hai sex" he said making my eyes turned wide and cheeks flushed. 

"Aapne unse kyu pucha ahhhh" I asked, questioning his boldness. The doctor might be judging us after his question. 

"Aur kisse puchta? Apni ammi se?" He revert back in sharpness but logically. 

"Ahhhhh jeee ummmm" he sucked hard making my back arched. 

"Dudh katam ho gaya iss chuche se. Dusra wala muh mei dalo" he said leaving right one and looking at left one like a sweet candy. 

"Jee" I agreed and held the round ball pushing it forward in his mouth and he grasped it between his warm pink lips. 

He drank it till it was empty and his thick fingers started playing with my vagina later. 

"Ummm ahhhhh" I was moaning under him and he slipped his one hand under my salwar, towards my panties in no time. 

"Oh ho meri begum, apni chut geeli kar rahi ho tum toh. Mere lund ke tum bhi betab ho" he teased me with his fingers rubbing the wetness of my pussy. 

"Ahhhh jeee ahhhh....bas dheere karien. Warna fatima uth jayegi" I said as my moans increased when he rubbed my slit harshly and removed both of our lower trousers. 

"Mujhe dheere karna aata hi nahi begum" he winked at me and his red angry veins of cock looked monstrous to tear my cunt. 

"Ahhhhhhhh jeeee" I moaned feeling his soft tip hard at my opening and his veins mapping inside of my cunt skin. 

"Ohhhhh bhenchod ahhhhhh itni garam ho tum ahhhhh Dalia babyyy" He enters me with groan, my eyes shut with nose scrunching up as he began to slowly thrust inside me. 

"Ahhhh jeee ahhhhhh" i moaned arching my leg up to him as he went deep inside me. 

"Ahhh awaaz dheeme karo ahhhh warna tumhari ladli uth jayegi ahhhh" hd hammered in me, letting out a groan when I clench down on him. 

"Fir kya batogi usse ahhhh ki tumhara Shauhar firse tumhe ammi banane ki koshish kar raha hai ahhhh" he grunted and rubbed my clit without any gentleness and I cried out feeling too much pressure building in my stomach. 

"Ahhhha hh jeeee kuch aaaa rha abai aaahhhhh" he increased his speed hearing my moans and almost ripped up my nerves with his fingers while I pissed around his cock. 

"Ohhh fuckkkkk babydoll, tumne toh moot dia mere lund par ahhh itni jor se toh choda bhi nahi maine abhi" he chuckled and drilled his cock from back in my hole. 

"Ahhhh ahhh aur jor se nahi ahhhh ufff" i said, gripping the sheets under my fist amd my pussy dripping from sleek juices. 

"Thoda jor se toh karunga ahhhh warna tumhare peit mei bacha kaise dalunga dusra" he grunted and I struggled to breathe. He knew he's being hard, the moment he thrusted deeper, my went wider when he continued his penetration inside me. In no time, I cummed around him, again. 

"Ahhhh bhot mote ho gayein hai tumhare pichwade bhi ahhhh" he spanked my ass red while his neck popped up veins. His thrusts turned harder and deeper. 

"Mann kar raha hai gaand bhi mar lu tumhari ahhh" he said and pushes one finger in my untouched asshole. 

"Nnnnaaahi ahhhhh mai chal nhi paati hu ahhhh sab ko pata chal jata hai" I moved around like a dying fish while he held me intact in his big muscular arms. 

"Fir toh jurur marunga tumhari gaand mai raat mei ahhhha ahhhhh madarchod ahhhhhh begum tum jhad rahi hoooo ahhhhh" he spanked my milky ass white with his handprint and I gasped feeling another orgasm hitting me. I clenched around him and wet his throbbing cock. 

Pushing me on bed, he held my ass and slapped his balls against my vagina with each powerful thrust. 

"Ahhh ahhh bhot deep kar rahe hai aaapp ahhhh ahhh" i said holding my jumping heavy boobs. 

"Bhot andar tak hai na ahhhhh acha hai jaldi pregnant ho jaungi tum ahhhh fucckkkk baby ahhhhh" He shifted to pound his hard cock so deep, that every thrust hit my deepest spots. 

"Tumhe peit se dekhta hu toh ahhhh har samay chut ke andar lund daalne ka mann karta hai ahhhh ahhhh" he grunted and I mewed feeling speechless. 

"Ahhhhh rafiqqqqq meraaaaa aahhhhhh rha haaha haiii" other words didn't came out from my mouth and looked at crib, hoping her to not wake up from my screams. 

"Come for me babydoll...... geela karo mujhe ahhhhhhh...my greedy little slut ahhhhhhh cum for meeee" his order came and my body shuddered around while he held me.... kissing my neck all along I cummed around his cock. 

He held my waist and pumped in me back and forth. 

"Ahhh ahhh ouch ahhhh" I hissed whenever he hit the spot inside me. 

"Mai thak gayi hu ahhhhh" i said looking at wall clock and knowing it was almost an hour since he started drilling in me. 

"Thodi der aur bas ahhhh tumhare andar jhadna hai mujhe ahhhh tumhe pregnant karna hai ahhhh" he said amd slapped his balls against my vagina. 

"N..aaah karien aahhhh" I whimpered. 

"Apne shauhar ko mana na karein begum ahhhhh uski randi banke ahhhh bas chudwati rahein ahhhh aur bache ki ammi bane" he said and kissed my lips passionately, holding my neck. 

"Ahhhh bhot sare bache kar denge aap toh ahhhhh jeeeeeeee" i said feeling his speed increasing and my eyes rolling back, nearing other restless release. 

"Bikulll meri babydoll!!!" He slapped his cock deep and I cummed around, falling on his broad chest with no energy. 

He laid down on bed, and took me on top of him. His bearded face buried in my neck as he went deep inside my cunt. 

"Ahhhha ahhh dheeme ahhhh bed hil raha hai ahhh" I hissed and he looked over at crib pausing for a second as baby kicked her leg in sleep amd then slept again, motionless. 

"Aur tumhare pichwade bhi hil rahe hai ahhhhhh" he slapped my ass amd continued his thrusting. He held my hand and interlinked our fingers and sucked my neck, leaving a number of hickeys. 

"Ohhh ahhhh. rafiqqqq ahhhhh sab uth gaye hai haveli mei ahhhh dheeme kariye" I urged him as he pounded deeper in me increasing the erotic sounds in room around. 

"Dheeme karunga toh pure din bistar par hi rahogi tum mere saath" he grunted impatiently and continued his thrusts in me. 

"Ahhhhha ahhhh jeeeeee rafiqqqqq ohhhhh ahhhhhh" he rubbed my clit earning a loud moan from me and my whole body went in a shock wave as I was near my release. 

"Very good my little babydoll yessss ahhhhhh cummmm againnn for meeee ahhhhh" he held me around his arms and hammered in me till my body went limp from him thrusting and orgasm. 

He chuckled at my sight and kissed my head, rolling us over bed, he got on top of me. 

"Banogi na mere bacho ki ammi Dalia ahhhhh" He continued his thrusting, frantically inside me, like he would tear my pussy apart to fill me with his semen. 

"Jeeee haaaaann" He chuckled at my desperate yet tired words and kissed my forehead. 

"Roj chodunga tumhe ahhhhh apne bacho ke ammi banaunga firse ahhh" His eyes darkened to black and he leaned down to take a nipple in his mouth, sucking it deeply. 

"Ummmm ahhhhh" I moaned under him as bed was shaking under whenever he hit the spot. 

"Ahhhhhh bhenchod ahhhh bas aane wala hai mera bhi ahhhh tumhe apne maal se bharke ahhhhh firse pregnant kar dunga begummmmmm" as he began to pick up the pace, his cock was making her moan like crazy, with each thrust, his balls slapping against my skin creating erotic sounds. 

"Ahhhhh rafiqqqq" My stomach contracted, blackness around eyes, asI came hard making a mess just as he breed me with his hot seeds. 

"Ahhhhhh pura daaaal diaa aapneeee ahhhhh" digging my nails in his back, I said in shock. 

"Haaaaannnn begum ahhhhhh tumhari laal chut bhar di maine ahhhhh ek ek bund apne andar begumm!!!" He pinned me down on bed holding my wrist and me as a hostage as he unload his whole lot of cum till my hole over flowed. 

"Bhar toh nikal lein" I suggested being tired. 

"Abhi nahi. Thodi der andar hi rahein doh" 

he replied, with the thought of warming his cock inside me like always he did at night, and kissed the back of my neck softly, his hands gently caressing mine intertwined in his, as we were collapsed onto the bed. 

"Hamare ho tum, sirf hamare," Rafiq murmured against my temple, his voice heavy with possessiveness.  

I shook my head at his words, a soft smile tugging at my lips. 

I closed my eyes as he spooned me from behind, his arms wrapped tightly around me. 

We lay tangled together under the warmth of the blanket, both of us drained but blissful after surrendering to each other’s love.  

Outside our room, the haveli bustled with life. 

Laughter echoed through the hallways, accompanied by the clatter of dishes—lunch preparations were in full swing. Thankfully, Fatima hadn’t woken up, granting us this rare, stolen moment of peace.  

After half and hour, I gently nudged him. 

"Aap uth jaiye, shauhar saheb. Shower le lijiye aur tayar ho jaiye."  

Rafiq groaned, burying his face into the crook of my neck. 

"Hum toh yahin rehna chahte hain. Tumhare paas waqt hai, aur humare paas sirf tum."  

"Rafiq," I said, trying to suppress my laughter. 

"Fatima jaag gayi toh? Jaiye ab!"  

Grumbling under his breath, he sat up reluctantly. 

But before heading to the shower, he leaned down to press his lips to mine. The kiss was deep, intense, and filled with all the love he held for me, leaving me breathless. 

Finally, with a mischievous smirk, he got up and walked to the bathroom.  

The sound of Fatima’s soft cooing filled the room moments later. 

I turned to see her stretching in her crib, her tiny fists rubbing her eyes. Rafiq stepped out of the bathroom, his hair still wet and beads of water trailing down his chest, and immediately strode to her side.  

"Arrey, meri gudiya jaag gayi!" he exclaimed, his entire face lighting up. Picking her up gently, he cradled her close, his large hands effortlessly supporting her tiny form.  

Fatima blinked up at him, her chubby cheeks scrunching as she smiled. Rafiq's voice softened into a baby-like tone as he began talking to her. 

"Kya baat hai, Fatima? Apne abba ke saath kaisa mazaak kar rahi ho? Kal tak toh tum humse darti thi, aur aaj muskara rahi ho? Wah, hum toh haar gaye tumse!"  

She gurgled in response, her tiny hands reaching out to grab his beard. Rafiq chuckled. 

"Dekho, ab beard kheench rahi hai meri! Tum bilkul apni ammi ke jaise ho, ziddi!"  

"Rafiq!" I protested, laughing as I changed the bedsheets.  

Ignoring me, he lifted her higher, spinning her gently in his arms. 

Fatima squealed with delight, her laughter filling the room. Watching them together, my heart swelled. Rafiq’s gentleness with her was a sight I would never tire of. 

The man who once hesitated to hold her now handled her like she was the most precious thing in the world—which, to him, she was.  

"Fatima, tumhari ammi jealous ho rahi hain," he teased, casting a sly glance at me.  

"Jealous? Main kyun jealous hongi?" I replied, crossing my arms.  

He smirked, settling Fatima on his shoulder and rocking her gently. "Kyunki tumhe lag raha hai ki abba sirf apni gudiya se pyar karte hain."  

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t suppress my smile.  

After I cleaned up and changed into a deep red dress, I caught Rafiq’s gaze on me again. His eyes darkened with desire, and he stepped closer for another session but I had to stop him. 

"Lunch ka waqt ho raha hai," I reminded him softly, trying to avoid his intense gaze.  

"Haan, magar tumhe dekh ke lagta hai lunch thoda late ho sakta hai," he teased, smirking.

"Rafiq!" I scolded lightly, pushing him away.  

With Fatima nestled in his arms, we headed to the dining room, where the family was already gathered.  

As we entered, Zaid bhaijaan, Fatima’s chacha, immediately held out his arms.

 "Aao, Fatima! Chacha ke paas aao. Tumhare chacha tumhe moon pe le jaayenge! Wahan se taron ke jhule laayeinge tumhare liye!"  

Fatima gurgled happily as Rafiq handed her over. 

Zaid cradled her dramatically and began rocking her as though she were on a swing. 

"Mere Fatima Rani ko jo chahiye woh milega!" He said dramatically. 

Fiza, his wife, laughed as well and she passed me a bowl of rasmalai made by her, for me. 

I hugged her as 'thank you' and she patted my cheek lovingly like an elder sister. 

The entire family laughed at fatima's antics. 

Badi Ammi, seated beside me, reached out and placed another roti on my plate. 

"Dalia, aur lo. Tum theek se kha nahi rahi ho, beta. Fatima ko sambhalte sambhalte tum khud ka khayal nahi rakhti."  

I nodded, smiling gratefully at her. Dadajaani, sitting at the head of the table, watched the scene with a proud smile.  

"Upar wale ka shukar hai," he said warmly, looking at me. "Dalia, tum is ghar ki roshni ho. Tumhare hone se yeh haveli aur roshan ho gayi hai, meri bachi."  

Tears welled in my eyes. 

I wasn’t used to such unconditional love and warmth. Memories of my old life flashed in my mind—the cruelty of my stepmother, the loneliness I endured. 

But here, I had found a family.  

Rafiq noticed my tears immediately. Under the table, he reached for my hand, holding it tightly, like he used to do when we were unmarried and he was madly obsessed for me.  

"Dalia, tum thik ho?"  

I nodded, wiping my eyes quickly. I whispered to him, 

"Main bilkul thik hoon, Rafiq. Bas... Upar wale ka shukar ada kar rahi hoon. Aap sabke liye, is pyar ke liye."  

His eyes softened, and he pulled me into a comforting side hug. 

His lips pressed against the top of my head as he whispered, 

"Tumhare liye kuch bhi karunga, Dalia. Tum humari duniya ho."  

Looking around the table at the people I now called family, I realized how far I had come. 

My *aashiq*, my protector, my Rafiq—he wasn’t just my husband; he was the need of my soul.  

As Fatima giggled in her chacha’s arms and the family chatted happily, I knew I had everything I’d ever dreamed of—and more.  

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