𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 [𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡]

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"hmm.." the moan left her mouth when she felt his hands squeeze her hips. "I need to go.." Alia whispered against his lips, pulling away from him.

"Yeah?" His thumb caressed her jaw as he did not let her go kept their foreheads joined. "Sure? Because I know they would have to excuse our absence."

She giggled but it was swallowed by another heated kiss. That was true. Given that it was their first night together yesterday, today morning they were going to have a hard time waking up and they might miss the last breakfast that they were going to have with the extended family.

Something told her that Armaan would have their presence excused and that his father will have no problem in doing it.

But that was not the problem. That was something supposed to happen at 10:00 a.m. in the morning and now it was half past twelve.

"Ok-a-y," she spoke in between the kisses, finally pulling away and breaking out of his hold on her waist.

"Hey," he grumbled and reached for her but Alia swiftly moved away to the deeper end of the room and stood behind a sofa. "Come back," he snapped but she chuckled.

"I need to go," Alia stressed on her words, but the smile on her face was equally naughty. "Now, like right now."

Her barely dressed husband stared at her with hardened eyes before shaking hai head. "Even if you go, I tell the Butler to send you back. You would not be able to deny that infront of everyone."

Ouch, she winced. That was really sexist.

But then again, she couldn't exactly say that she won't be coming, right?

"I still have to show face even though they might be the last of the guests." She explained and shook her head lightly. "That is something I have to do."

Arman's eyesbrow twitched. It had been a long time since she had been had happen but she knew that he didn't like it.

He sighed before moving closer to her and pulling her to his bathrobey chest. "Why?" He questioned gently. "That's no one who will say otherwise, especially infront of my father and if they do it infront of my mum," he tutted.

"What?" Alia could not imagine that woman going bonkers over anyone.

He shook his head. "That is what you think. For me, her kid, she won't spare anyone. At time, even my father."

Her mood dampened a bit. That was exactly how her mother was as well.

Alia gasped at the sudden push and found herself bouncing at the mattress. "What?" Her eyes went to him who was standing above her.

"What are you doing?" She raised an eye as she saw his hands move and grip the edge of his bathrobe. "Arman—oh,"

******

It was evening when both of them stepped out and almost no one, none of the guests were left.

"All gone?" Alia mumbled to Jagriti who tsked under her breath as she hit the remote with the back of her hand.

"Vultures, all of them." She grunted out. "I couldn't bear to look at them anymore."

Alia chuckled before leaning back on the couch. Arman was with his father in his office. So, she settled here to watched th with his grandmother.

"Alia," Jagriti's voice hot a soft tone. "Why don't you go in the kitchen and help laksha?"

Why? "But it's the chef cooking?" So what was the purpose of her going in there? 

Jagriti sighed before turning to Alia. "New daughter in law of the house and you except your mother-in-law to be working?"

The taunt pierced through her heart.

"Go, and learn the working, Alia." Jagriti nudged. "You are lucky enough to be in house where workers work for you. Even then, you have to learn how things work."

The comment hit her hard. Even though Alia did not know what to think of all of this, this was something she had never expected.

Within seconds, she was on her feet and walking into the kitchen whilst keeping her tears on bay. This hurt.

The moment she entered the kitchen, her eyes went to find Laksha but when Alia did not see her, she took a seat at the barstool.

"Hey," Alia jumped when she felt her tap on her shoulder. Turning around, she found Laksha standing there with a soft smile, "what are you doing here?"

Alia shrugged, "Arman's grandmother sent me here."

Laksha hummed before moving over to the stove. "She's your grandmother too. You should start calling her that, before she give you another dressing down."

Her eyesbrow went up. " You know about that?"

The woman walked back to Alia with a spoonful of daal in her hand. "I know that because she won't enter the kitchen otherwise."

True that, Alia nodded. She hated cooking unless she had everything written down and ready to do. Even then, she would often mess up.

Laksha placed the spoon in front of her mouth and Alia took it. "Hmm," she moaned slightly at the taste. "Nice Rajma."

"Your brother like them," Laksha winked. The chef came in and he placed the pan for tea on the stove.

"Don't worry," Alia heard her mother-in-law vocalise from the fridge as she took out something. " You'll learn quickly. It's just over seeing."

Once she had placed everything out, Laksha began to talk again,

"I won't let you work though." She winked. "At least until the mehendi wears off."

Alia chuckled lightly, warmth spreading in her heart. Arman was right. Laksha was not at all what she showed.