𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 [𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡]

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She left both her in-laws there, bickering, stealing and stirring the pot over the stove.

This was more important and the sooner she talked about it with all of them, the better it would be.

At least that was her deduction for now. For the rest of it, she could definitely work out something later. She could still hear the ladies bickering as she continued to work upstairs with her mind filled with racing thoughts.

By the time Alia reached upstairs to her room, she had made her mind on how she was going to tackle the situation and by far it seemed a good thought out plan.

The only evidence that she would find of Armaan coming home was not his close or shoes everywhere in the room like hers, but that his expensive phone was now on charging along with his watch.

She was in the bathroom, so she patiently waited for him while sitting in the centre of the bed with her chin in her hand.

The moment the door to the bathroom opened, her eyes moved to the man who got out and closed it behind him.

Slowly, Alia walked after him into the closet where his side of the vanity table was.

Standing right behind him, she picked his back. "Sorry." She whispered and when she did not receive a reply she continued to dig her nail into his skin.

"Sorry," she poked him again but just as the last time Armaan did not reply.

"Armaan," she sang out the name, "come on."

"No,"

"Please?" Alia patted his back inconsistently. "I am sorry, what more can I say?"

"I suppose nothing," he huffed and sighed. His head dipped a bit before he turned around and stared at her with his arms folded in front of his bare chest. "What are you sorry for?"

She shrugged before muttering under her breath, "I am sorry for not telling you where was going to be. I never knew I was going to give so much attention to your mother and you, I mean it has been long time since I have in a family and it just.."

She huffed, "I won't do it again, okay?"

Arman did not reply to her exactly in that moment but then nodded slowly. Pulling her closer to his chest, he leaned down and with his nose in her hair, he inhaled before saying, "Good. I would hate to restrict you again. Not knowing where you are messes everything up."

She hummed and nodded against his head. Being close to him had already quickened her breathing and not only that, Alia was feeling warm all over too.

"I wanted to talk to you about something else too," she began, "it was one of the reasons why I kind of behaved like that."

"Go on,"

"Don't you think it is time for me to go for a job now?" She presented. "I minute husband violin to our marriage and—"

"What about honeymoon?"

The words that she was about to say stuck in her throat at the intervention he made. "Um," she began nervously and did not open her eyes. "about that.."

"What?" He kissed her hairline, "do you think any company will let you join only to take another month of for your honeymoon and then maybe pregnancy?"

"No.." that would be extremely difficult to explain. "But some companies would definitely take that gamble."

"Sure," he nodded against her head, leaning down to kiss her neck. "But I don't want you to go."

"I know," she shuddered against his kisses that traced the entire neckline visible. "But I have nothing to do the entire day and may be going for a job is going give me something to do—Oh."

Arman soothed the sting of the bite with his tongue and her knees almost gave out. Had it not when his arms around her waist, Alia was sure that she would have fallen on the ground.

"What were you saying?" His lips taste the skin of hand and Alia could no longer focus on what she was saying.

"I.. uh.." what had he asked?

"Wrap your legs around me," he rasped into her ear and Alia jumped before she felt his hands under her hips. Wrapping her legs around his waist, he carried her effortlessly to the bed before placing her on it.

Leaning above her, he kissed her lips before nuzzling into her neck. "Want to continue?"

"No," she sighed and gripped his hair, "don't torture me."

"Am i doing that?" He teased, smiling into her neck, "why, I was not even aware."

Alia cried in frustration. He always did that. "Just.." she stumbles for words and momentarily even forgot about what she wanted to say, when he kissed her cleavage.

The man knew how to torture for sure!

"But," he, annoyingly, once again, left her skin alone and appeared in front of her eyes, "you wanted to say something?"

"Nothing," she spat in frustration, "nothing. Okay?"

"Okay," he repeated, his eyes twinkling unlike hers which were filled with frustration. "Okay, then." He said again before his eyes dipped and lowered his face making her burn all over.