Bulaye tujhe yaar aj meri galiyan, Basaun tere sang main alag duniyaan

                                    

                                          

As soon as Mustafa stepped into the house, he was hit by the warm, inviting scent of home-cooked food. The place was spotless, and everything seemed to have its place—Sharjeena had been busy. He smiled to himself, grateful to be home.
"Mustafa!" Sharjeena called out from the hallway, appearing with a bright smile. As soon as she saw him, Sharjeena rushed into his arms, wrapping herself around him tightly. "Tum finally wapas aa gaye," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
Mustafa pulled her even closer, burying his face in her hair, inhaling the familiar scent he had missed so much. "Haan, aur tum kab aayi" he murmured against her ear, his voice soft, filled with longing.
She held him tighter, not wanting to let go. "Main subah hi wapas aayi... tumhare liye sab set kar diya," she said, her words muffled against his chest.
He pulled back slightly, just enough to look into her eyes, his hand gently brushing her cheek. "Perfect timing,... suno mere paas tumhare liye kuch khaas hai," he said, a teasing smile forming on his lips. 
"Achha?" she asked, her eyes lighting up in curiosity. 
He leaned in, his forehead resting against hers, savoring the closeness. "Haan, kuch aisa jo tumhari yaadon se juda hai," he whispered, pulling out the small velvet box from his pocket.
Their hearts raced together as they lingered in the moment, the weight of the month apart finally melting away in their embrace.
Before she could respond, Mustafa pulled a small velvet box from his pocket, opening it to reveal a delicate bracelet. It wasn't just any bracelet—it had a tiny charm that was half a game console and half a book, symbolizing their shared loves.
Sharjeena's eyes lit up as she took it in her hands. "Yeh toh bohot sundar hai!" she exclaimed, her fingers tracing the charm. "Tumhe yaad tha."
"Kaise na rehta," he said softly, slipping it onto her wrist. "Aur ab yeh tumhe yaad dilayega ke chahe main Singapore hoon ya kahin aur, tumhari bina main kuch nahi."
She smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "Thank you, Mustafa. Bohot khubsurat hai."
Mustafa gently lifted her hand and placed a soft kiss on it, his lips lingering for a moment. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Main thoda fresh ho leta hoon, then we'll eat, okay?"
"Of course! Dinner tayaar hai, bas tum fresh ho jao."---
A short while later, Mustafa emerged from the bathroom, looking more relaxed. He sat down in the living room, waiting while Sharjeena busied herself in the kitchen, plating the food carefully. She smiled as she arranged his favorite dishes—Nihari, kabab, and biryani.
"Mustafa, khaana tayaar hai," she called out, walking towards the living room to get him.But when she reached him, he was already slumped on the sofa, fast asleep, his head resting back against the cushions.
"Mustafa?" She knelt beside him, shaking her head with an amused sigh. Gently, she touched his shoulder. "Utho, jao bedroom mein so jao. Tum itne tired ho."
Mustafa stirred slightly, blinking as he registered her voice. "Oh, sorry yaar... bas aankhein band ki thi for a minute."
"Main samajh sakti hoon," she smiled softly, helping him up. "Chalo, bedroom mein araam karo. Tum bohot thak gaye ho."
He yawned, letting her guide him to bed. "Sorry... kal dinner zaroor karenge."
"Theek hai, kal ki baat kal, ab bas araam karo," she whispered, tucking him in before heading back to the kitchen to clean up, her fingers brushing the new bracelet on her wrist, a small smile playing on her lips despite her disappointment.
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The next morning, before the sun even peeked through the curtains, Mustafa stirred, feeling the warmth of Sharjeena next to him. He looked at her peaceful face, peacefully sleeping in his oversized shirt, her figure curled into his warmth. His eyes roamed over her, taking in the curve of her lips and the soft flush on her cheeks. He couldn't resist her, not after a month apart. His hands gently brushed a lock of hair from her face, and he leaned in closer, the scent of her perfume pulling him in.
"Sharjeena..." he murmured, his voice low as his lips found her forehead, then moved down to her cheek, lingering just a moment longer than necessary. Her skin felt warm under his touch, igniting a familiar spark inside him.
She smiled, her breath catching slightly. "Mustafa..."
He smirked, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of affection and desire. "Tumhari aankhein...kitna miss kiya hun main inhein," he whispered before kissing the corner of her lips, savoring every second of their closeness.
"Utho na," he whispered, his voice low and teasing.
Sharjeena stirred slightly but didn't open her eyes, pretending to stay asleep. Mustafa smirked, undeterred, and continued his barrage of kisses, now on her neck and shoulders. "Wake up, meri jaan," he teased softly, "subah ho gayi hain."
"Mujhe sone do," she mumbled, her voice playful, trying to keep up the act.
"Oh, ab aise hai?" Mustafa grinned, pulling her closer. "Phone pe toh bohot kuch keh rahi thi... ab uth bhi nehi rahi ho?"
Finally, Sharjeena opened her eyes, pretending to be annoyed. "Kal tum itni jaldi so gaye the, aur ab..."
"Ab I'm making it up to you," Mustafa interrupted, pressing a kiss to her lips, lingering just long enough to make her smile against his mouth.
She melted into his embrace, her arms winding around his neck. "Main abhi fully awake nahi hoon," she whispered, her voice playful and sultry, her lips brushing against his ear. "Tumhe thoda aur koshish karni padegi."
Mustafa's grin widened, his fingers tracing the back of her neck, pulling her closer. "Challenge accepted," he replied, his voice low with anticipation. He kissed her deeply, savoring every second, before pulling back just enough to meet her eyes, his own darkened with desire. "Mere pas tumhare liye ek aur surprise hain."
Sharjeena laughed softly, her fingers curling into his hair. "Tumhara bracelet waali surprise mujhe bohot pyara laga, aur ab kisses wali bhi achi lag rahi hai."
Mustafa smirked, his hands sliding down her back, feeling the warmth of her body against his. "Main tumhe aur surprises dene wala hoon," he murmured, his breath warm against her lips. Slowly, he tugged at the hem of his shirt, pulling it off in one swift motion, his skin brushing against hers as he moved.
Sharjeena's gaze followed him, a teasing smile playing on her lips. She let her fingers trail down his chest, her touch light but electrifying. "Lagta hai tum serious ho," she whispered, eyes sparkling with mischief.
He leaned closer, his voice low and filled with affection. "Tumhare liye, hamesha."
They exchanged another heated kiss, their bodies pressed closer together, the rest of the world forgotten as the intensity between them deepened.