#1 in Feisty, #1 in Dubai, #2 Strongwomen, #3 Arabian 4/1/23
Rehen Arora, a beautiful, selfless, yet strong willed woman returns home to find the passing of her father, leaving her not with a sizeable inheritance but a last wish.
To marry his best f...
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The golden sun poured through the slightly opened curtains and awaited it's entrance into the petite girl's eyes as it almost blinded her. She slept like a baby curled up in a cocoon shell with her dark hair spread out around her head like a halo. The hot sun rays kissed her skin lightly warming her up, she slowly opened her eyes, rubbing away the sleepy dust, as she outstretched her arms above her head and yawned.
She carefully rolled onto her other side and looked at him, the very last memory of the night before brought a grin on her lips as she remembered the success. His sharp features were much softer in sleep, the usual lines creased in his brows had disappeared. He was angelic, his face as fresh as a dew drop, making a gentle snuffling noise as he breathed. She admitted to herself that she was a fetishist for good looks-his face was the only one she remembered, for the sole reason that he was a pretty boy that caused her heart to rock to its core. However it was hard to believe that he was the same man who had ruthlessly accused her of grabbing his money, destroying his heart and most of all that he was a devil in human form.
Rehen glanced at the alarm clock which read 11am, "Omg this is so late" as she scrambled hurriedly out of the bed, this was supposed to be her first day as a married woman and she had duties to fulfil as the Khan daughter in law, what would her new family think off her.
A loud knock at the door made her jump,
"Beta, its Farah Ammi"
"I am coming, Ammi,'' she replied respectfully. She needed to get Zaid up as if her mother in law saw him sleeping on the couch, their plan would be exposed in the open. She could not let this happen.
"Oii sleeping beauty wake up, you've had enough of your beauty sleep, your mother is at the door, '' she said shaking Zaid , however still he did not react. He was lying on the couch as hard as a brick in a leaden, death like slumber that for the moment at least, was not even perturbed by the presence of his angry wife or her aggressive pushing. This guy was a sleeping sex bomb!
"Is he dead?" Rehen thought as she secretly wished this was true, however it was not since the only movement she could notice was the slight rise and fall of his chest. He was still breathing. Ughhh!
Her jaw opened like a fish as he was not responding, the anger boiled in her vein,
"Wake up", she called again, testing him for the final time.
"Fine you want to play with me, then we will," she said firmly as she rummaged around the room to find a weapon she could use.
Rehen eyed the tall glass full of milk, lying on the side table, "since there was no wedding night, why not waste this? With a cunning plan formed, in her head, she splashed the milk on her husband who seems to be sleeping harmoniously.
As soon as the cool liquid hit on his sleeping form, he sprang up like a ballerina in a musical treasure box. The milk drenched his clothes, the couch and of course his precious face, that was damp as the droplets soaked the floor.
