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Ruhani POV
Just when the pillow touched his face he started laughing even more lively.
"Yah, allah itni jalan abhi se,"
"Oh god, this much jealousy already,"
He commented and I again threw a pillow right to his face which he caught in mid-air and slowed down laughing.
Eventually, he stopped laughing and looked at my irritated and angry face.
He patted the bed signalling me to sit and I just shook my face walking away.
But, before I could get enough far from his reach, he held my hand and I stopped there.
Turning I looked at his again innocent face as he slowly pulled me onto the bed.
"Fine, now sleep. I won't bother you anymore,"
He said and shifted to give me space.
I sat on the bed and covered myself with the comforter lying comfortably.
And, from the corner of my eye, I could see that he was watching me.
He lay beside me and asked softly.
"When will you leave?"
I looked at him turning my face and signalled about 'tomorrow'
His face turned serious a little and then asked again.
"And when will you be back?"
I didn't reply to anything as I was missing my family and wanted to spend a good time with them.
I just signalled that I didn't know and he asked.
"One week?"
I shook my face as if it would be too short.
"15 days?"
I thought for a moment and that shook my face again as fifteen days were less again as my cousin brother and sister were in the kingdom and I wanted to spend quality time with them.
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