Captured By Her Eyes [✔]

»𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 - 17«

As promised, here's an early and long update. Hope you guys will enjoy reading it. :)

“I only yawn when I'm super fascinated.”

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"I swear Azeen if you don't come out now, I will cancel the reservation."
F

awad knocked on the door impatiently. He told her to get ready in half an hour but now more than 45 minutes passed but there was no sign of her coming out. 

"Fine! Don't come out. I'm canceling the reservation."
Without wasting a second, Fawad turned on his phone to cancel the reservation.

"Nooo! I'm done!"
Opening the door, Azeen hurriedly snatched his mobile in the process of stepping up on his feet.

"Ouch, women! Ahh, my feet!"
Fawad cried in pain.

"Didn't I tell you not to wear-"
The breath hitched in his throat as he looked at his wife who was looking like a green fairy.

"I'm- I'm so sorry. I didn't do it intentionally. Does it hurt too much?"
Azeen asked apologetically. 

'Why does she have to be so clumsy?!'
She cursed herself.

"Fawad! Are you alright?"
Not getting any response from him, she shook him.

"Huh?"
Fawad replied still in trance. 

"Your feet. Does it hurt too much?"

"My feet? O-oh y-yeah my feet- it hurts. Of-ofcourse it hurts."
Composing himself, Fawad started to massage his foot, making Azeen confused.

"Fawad, it's your right foot which I stepped on."

"Huh?"
He looked down to realize that he was massaging his left foot.

'Shit! What a way to embarrass!'

"Are you sure you are okay?"
Azeen asked worriedly.

"Yeah. I'm fine. Stop questioning and let's go. We are already late."
Without waiting for her, he started to walk away.

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In the restaurant

For the past ten minutes, Azeen has been looking at Fawad with a foolish smile making him uncomfortably shift in his seat.

Having had enough of it, Fawad, at last, looked at her.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?"