Most Attractive Sneak Peak Of Jaan e Jageer By Angel Urooj
Leave me... You are very bad... You change your tone in an instant. Right now you are saying that you love me but tomorrow you will accuse me of some kind or another. Mala kept her hand on his chest while crying and wanted to push him back but Burhan did not move an inch from his place.
No Mala, I will never do anything like this again... Please believe me. Burhan said desperately
You will. I know. You are very bad... Very bad.. Mala started punching him on his chest while crying profusely, Burhan immediately put him on his own.
I will always be good to you, Mala, I promise... It was as if he was embracing her crying and sobbing existence with love.
Slowly, he stroked her hair and calmed her down. After crying for a long time against her chest, Mala's sobs stopped by easing her heart.
You have shown me a lot of love, Burhan... But I have started loving you very much... I will not be able to live without you... But I am afraid that you may change again later... I am afraid of breaking up, Burhan... Burhan heard a soft, moist whisper.
Burhan felt peace in his heart at Mala's expression of love, but at her last words, he sent her back to himself with great love.
Mala, you have changed me and now that you have changed me, I can never change after this... You have forced me to love myself... You are in my breath... You have stolen my heart and now it is my duty to protect your heart. I will never let you or your heart break... Just forgive me...
Holding his face in front of him, he gently wiped away his tears...
I have forgiven you... Mala said with a soft smile, putting her moist eyes into his eyes, calming Burhan's restless heart.
Mala had decided that she would never forgive him so quickly, but Burhan's loving touch and tone had made Mala's intention disappear in an instant.
I will never disappoint you... Burhan placed his lips on her forehead with great love and she smiled and leaned against his chest with relief.
Mala, do I have permission to make you completely mine... do I have permission to give you your right... do I have permission to paint you in my color... He whispered boldly in her ear, causing Mala's heartbeat to race.
Hearing her heartbeat in her ears without saying anything, she formed a fence around him.
Enthralled by his action, Burhan slowly made her lie down on the bed behind her and himself fell on her.
Closing her eyes, feeling the heat of his warm breath on her face, Mala's heartbeats were badly disturbed.
The innocent face, the trembling eyelids closed on it... Seeing her blushing at his proximity, Burhan was instantly intoxicated.
Slowly, he removed her dupatta from his neck, cast a privileged look at her, entangled his fingers in hers, and bent down to capture her trembling lips in his intense grip.
Mala's spine shivered at his touch...
Her heart sank as she felt Burhan's hands crawling on her waist.
Quenching her thirst with his lips, he moved towards her neck, smelling the innocent traces of her face with his touch, when Mala panicked and grabbed his shirt from the shoulder into her fists.
As soon as Burhan's lips touched her neck, Mala felt a jolt.
He raised his head, held Mala's pomegranate face in his heart, and then, with full force, he continued to kiss her neck.
As the night progressed, the intensity of the demonstration also increased... He continued to hide the shrinking rosary within himself out of shame and modesty.