Aashiq (15) (18+) End

 

Rafiq’s POV

Few years later......

The haveli was silent when I stepped inside, my tired body craving rest after a long day at the office. 

A deep sigh left my lips as I glanced at the time—I had missed seeing my children before they slept. 

The thought weighed on me, but I shook it off, removing my suit jacket and loosening my tie as I walked toward the stairs, my polished shoes clicking against the marble floor.  

Just as I reached the steps, a small figure appeared before me—Anan, my niece, holding her soft teddy bear, her innocent eyes gleaming under the dim hallway lights.  

"Rafiq Abbu!" she chirped, her tiny feet bouncing slightly.  

I smiled despite myself. She was the eldest daughter of Zaid and Fiza—always a little rebel, but the sweetest one. Zaid often scolded her for calling me by name, but she never listened.  

I crouched to her level, ruffling her silky hair. 

"Anan, it’s late. Tum ab tak soyi nahi?" 

She giggled, placing a tiny finger on her lips. 

"Yeh ek secret hai!"she whispered dramatically.  

Before I could ask more, she leaned in, kissed my cheek, and grinned. 

"Rafiq Abbu, terrace jao!"  

I narrowed my eyes playfully. 

"Wahan kya hai?"

She just giggled again and stretched out her arms. 

With a chuckle, I scooped her up, carrying her to Zaid’s room. The moment I set her down, I heard Azlan’s muffled voice from inside.  

"Ammi! Anan phir se gayab ho gayi!"  

I glanced at Anan, who bit her lip to hold back laughter. She whispered, "Oops! Bhaiya dhoond rahe hai mujhe!"

Shaking my head, I knocked on the door and left before she could drag me into her antics. 

My feet carried me toward the terrace, curiosity sparking inside me.  

The moment I stepped onto the terrace, warm fairy lights flickered to life around me.

 My breath hitched as my gaze fell upon the sight before me—my little munchkins, my heartbeat - my wife, Dalia, all grinning widely.  

"Happy Birthday, Abbu!!!"they yelled in unison.  

A deep warmth spread through my chest. My tiredness vanished as my children rushed toward me, their eyes twinkling with excitement.  

Fatima, my eldest daughter, ran up to me, holding out a muffin. A tiny pink bow sat on top of it, slightly crooked but utterly adorable.  

Her adorable dress ruffling in air. 

"Dekho Abbu, yeh maine aapke liye banaya!" she beamed with pride.  

Before I could respond, Zayan, my mischievous son, crossed his arms and smirked. 

"Sirf bow banaya hai! Cupcake toh Ammi ne banaya!" 

Fatima gasped dramatically, turning to me with teary eyes. 

"Abbu!!!"

I couldn’t help but chuckle, my heart swelling with love. These moments were my biggest blessings, my greatest pride.  

I gave Zayan a fake stern look. 

"Zayan. No." 

He only laughed, knowing I wasn’t really angry.  

Dalia stepped forward, a soft smile gracing her lips. Her cream silk saree matching my attire soothingly. 

"Itne saalon baad bhi aapko surprise dena mushkil hai, lekin humne kar dikhaya."

I wrapped an arm around her, looking at the faces of my family—my home, my happiness.  

As I stood there, taking in the warmth of my family, Aqib stepped forward, his quiet yet confident presence always standing out. He was my second child but the eldest son—caring, reserved, yet sharp as a blade. Everyone in the family said he was just like me.  

"Abbu, we made this for you," he said, holding out a small, carefully decorated cupcake with cherry on top. 

His voice was calm, but the slight shine in his eyes betrayed his excitement.  

I took the cupcake from him, ruffling his hair with affection. 

"Shukriya mere sher" 

Dalia stood a little behind, watching us with that soft smile she always had when she saw me with the kids. But no matter how busy I was with them, I never missed *HER*. 

My wife. 

My love. 

My Dalia.  

Without thinking twice, I pulled her into a warm embrace, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Her cheeks instantly flushed red, just as they always did.  

"Aap bhi nah," she muttered, shying away even after so many years of marriage.  

I laughed, shaking my head. My sweet little wife—she had made my life the sweetest.  

She moved away, pretending to be busy with the kids, but I could still see the smile tugging at her lips.  

Then, together, we cut the cupcakes. The kids excitedly grabbed their pieces, and soon, the terrace was filled with the sound of laughter and playful banter.  

"Surprise Gaana gaate hain Abbu ke liye!" Fatima declared, clapping her hands.  

"Haan!" Azlan agreed, but before they could even start, chaos ensued.  

"Main lead singer hoon!" Fatima insisted.  

"Nahi! Main!" Zayan argued.  

"Tum dono chup karo, main sur me gaa sakta hoon!" Aqib added with a smirk.  

The moment they started singing, their voices overlapped, each one trying to outshine the other. Off-key notes, missed words, and constant interruptions turned it into an absolute mess, but it was the most beautiful melody to my ears.  

I sat back on the sofa, Dalia beside me, as the kids continued their hilarious yet heartwarming performance.  

I hugged Dalia close, my arm wrapped around her shoulders, and she leaned into me, sighing in contentment.  

My eyes welled up as I looked at the life I was living—a life I had once only dreamed of.  

My Dalia in my arms.  

My kids laughing in front of me.  

Four hearts that loved me unconditionally.  

Four souls linked to mine.  

And a Aashiqui so maddening, so consuming, that it ran in my veins like blood.  

This was my world. My perfect, forever kind of love.

After some time, Aqib, being the sharp one, decided to end the night. He winked at me knowingly before taking Fatima and Zayan with him, leading them towards their rooms.  

Zayan followed with a sleepy yawn, and soon, only Dalia and I remained on the terrace, the fairy lights casting a warm glow around us.  

As she stood watching our kids disappear down the stairs, I stepped closer and wrapped my arms around her from behind.  

"Thank you," I murmured against her ear, pulling her closer.  

She tilted her head slightly, her soft hair brushing against my cheek. 

"For what? Maine abhi tak aapko koi gift bhi nahi diya," she said, a teasing lilt in her voice.  

I bit her chubby cheeks playfully, making her giggle.  

"Tumne mujhe woh sab kuch de diya jo maine kabhi socha bhi nahi tha," I whispered, turning her towards me.  

Her warm brown eyes met mine, and in that moment, we didn’t need words. Our eyes spoke, our hearts roared, and our lips moved in perfect sync—  

"I love you," we both said at the same time, our voices blending like a melody.  

A soft laugh escaped her lips as I leaned forward, pressing my forehead against hers.  

And there, under the fairy lights, with the sound of our children’s distant giggles fading into the night, our hearts held onto the love we had—for this life and beyond.

Soon my slow kisses on her cheeks turned fierce and sudden urge to claim her turned hot in my blood. 

She moaned inside my mouth as I plunged my tongue inside her mouth and tasted her sweet cupcake flavour. Holding her in my arms, I walked backwards till she fell on big soft sofa. 

"Remove your saree begum" I ordered breathlessly while removing my shirt and she breath heavily. Her hands worked slowly on her pallu and she questioned,

"Koii aa gaya toh? Terrace par koii dekh sakta hai..." She asked and I only smirked. 

"Meri begum ko bin kapdo ke dekhna ka haq sirf mera hai. Koii aankh utha kar toh dekhe begum .." ducking down I removed her blouse and bra. 

"Usse jharnum na bheja toh mai bhi Rafiq Ali Zaveri nahi" with that I sealed her lips again and my hands explored her heavenly body. 

"Umm bhot geeli ho tum" i teased her opening ...the same place, where I had been since past few years routinely fucking her brains out.  

"Be ready begum. Apne shauhar se chudne ke" slapping my cock on her pussy I earned her squirming and her legs wide spreading to take me in. 

With a grunt, I thrusted into her, my hard cock piercing her wet tight cunt in a go. 

"Ahhh rafiqqqq" she cried out as her heat enveloped me after long tiring day. 

"Ohhhh ahhh bhenchod ahhhh begum. Roj tumhe chodta hu ahhh fir bhi lagta hai phele baar tumhari chut ched raha hu ahhhh ahhh" I was fixed in a relentless pace, pounding into her with powerful strokes. 

"I'm sooo lucky begum ahhhh joh tum mere sirf mere lund par mooti ho ahhh begum ahhhh" I said pushing my cock through her tightness and massaging her boobs, I crushed them. 

"Ohhh ahhh rafiq itni tez ahhhh chodte hai aap ahhhhhh" she said enjoying the pleasure under me. 

"Haaan meri begum abhi bhudha nhi hua hu ahhhhhh har din tumhari chut maar sakta hu ahhh ahhh" I teased her and she giggled much to my joy. 

"Ahnhh ohhhh ahhh meri randi begum ahhhh apne nipples se khel rahi hai ahhhh" I grunted, pounding inside her, eyes fixed on her sleek sweat dripping body with a look of intense possession in my gaze.

"Ahhhhh ummm aap chodne par ahhh dhyan dei shauhar ahhh meri chut ki pyas mitaye ahhh" She begged out, her words a desperate way to turn me into a sex monster who will fuck her thoroughly. 

"Ohh essa hai kya begum ahhhh apne pati se chudwana h tumhe ahhh apna ched ahhhh loh fir chudo!!!" The force of my thrusts increases accordingly, as I surrendered to lust.

In few more thrusts, her body shook violently and she cummed on my cock wetting it completely. 

"Ahhhhhh meri begum ahhhh apne shauhar ka lund bheega randi ki tarah ahhhh" I grunted still thrusting through the sleekness of her transparent cum. 

"Dheere kijiye na ahhhh koi sunn lega ahhhhh ohhh" She moaned, her words dipped in pleasure. 

"Tumne hi challenge kia tha ahhh aone chudo mujhse ahhhh mera pagalpan nahi rukega ahhh" I spoke seeing her hypnotic self, and continued to pound into her, filling her hole completely. 

"Aapk .a ka birt..hday hai ahhhh sirf islie ahhhhh sheh lungi ohhh ahhhh" she complained with a pout while I chuckled at her words amd kissed her lips. 

"Meri pyari begum" thrusting inside her, I rest myself inside her warmth.

Dalia's moaned and whimpered echoed in crisp night air of night.

Dalia's body tensed, her breath turned short. 

"Cum for me begum ahhhhh geela kar doh mera lund begum ahhhhh" 

Then, with a scream, she came, her body shuddering violently. Her nails dig in my wrist while I pumped my cock in and out of her hole. 

"Maja aa raha hai na begum ahhhhh madarchod ahhhhh itni sundar hoti jaa rhi ho tum ahhhh mere bacho ki ammi ahhhh" I praised her and kept of fucking her 

"Ahhh mal..um ho raha hai ahhhhh ki sundar hai hum ahhhh tbhi toh itne jor se kar rahe hai aaap ahhh ahhhh rafiqqqqq" she came again from my hard non stop pounding. 

"Ahhhhh begum ahhhh pura le lo apne andar ahhhhh neri pyari begum ummm" her body arching back and I held her down from ny weight, as she surrendered to the intense pleasure.

"Ahhhhh pura hi le rahi hu ahhhhh rafiq ahhhhhh aapka bhot b...ada ahhhh ahhh dheere daliye ohhhh ahhhhh" She whimpered softly, placing her hands onto my shoulder, as I rocked my cock in and out of her, the sounds of our skin slapping ringing around. 

Her pouting red lipshade covered lips jolted my cock since I came to terrace.

Getting on top of her, I put her cock between her soft lip bed. 

"Muh kholo begum. Chuso apne shauhar ka lund" without a second thought she welcomed my huge cock and sucked it like a lollipop. 

"Ahhhhhh fucckkkk Begum pura lo apne muh ahhhhh pyar se chaato mera lund begum ummmhh ahhhh" Holding her hair, I let her suck on it completely till the her red lipstick was smeared fully on my thick cock. 

"Apply this red lip shade daily ahhhhh then I willl fuck your pretty mouth every fucking hour ahhhh" I groaned feeling her hummed flowing through her throat. 

My cock was ready to explode and I didn't waste any second and flipped her on her stomach, making sure her ass was slapped red by me while she moaned my name. 

Turning her on her back, my thrusting became more powerful, sensing my climax building as I watched my wife writhe in pleasure. "I'm gonna cum begum!" Hoarse voice in me shouted. 

"Mai chut bhar dunga tumhari begum ahhhhh tumhari se choti chut oo ahhh apne paani se jharna banaunga ahhhhh" 

"Ahhhhhh rafiqqqq yesssss!!!!" She orgasmed around me and I followed. 

With a final thrust, I gave a full blown semen load inside her. Muscles in my body shuddering with the force of our orgasms. 

Breathless and exhausted, we clung to each other, our hearts pounding in unison. 

Under the vast, endless sky, with love surging through our veins, this was our moment—our happy ending. 

The kind that every **AASHIQ** dreams of, written in the language of longing and fulfilled in the arms of destiny🫂

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