BLURRED STARS |COMPLETED|

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He started at her in amusement wondering where the sudden nerve is coming from. It's almost as if she's grown two horns but then he's gratified by the newfound confidence she's possessing these days.

"Till death do us apart, isn't it?" She blurts creasing her hands to her chest. "Then I may as well exercise my duties and you mister will do the same"

She's making him qualm to his words maybe she took what he said the wrong way. "Just coz we're stuck together doesn't mean we have to act upon our roles. I specifically don't remember asking for any duties Miss"

"It's Mrs. And you don't have to seek for what I'm compelled to do." She reprimands shooting him a tight-lipped smile.

"Fahara---"

"Farha is the name, what sort of husband are you? Seems like I have to teach or remind rather of your obligations. Now why don't you head up and take a quick shower, I made dinner" She says tapping on his full broad chest.

His brows draw together as he dusts the spot. "Stay away---"

"Blah blah blah, off you go!" She turns on her shoes heading for the kitchen. "And hurry up, I'm famished"

He stared till she vanished left dumbstruck before mustering his arrogance and walk-in up to his room.

She must be sick to have this much courage, it sickens him actually. He prefers the girl he could scare and have her lose her sanity to this newfound one.

He stepped into his room dropping off the suitcase in its rightful place. He begins to discard the outfit walking straight toward the bathroom, he had an exhausting day more tiring as the day goes by.

He grabbed onto the towel placing it around his neck stepping into the shower.

His eyes caught on ladylike lotions, towels, soaps, whatnot. Any feminine items a lady would need in the bathroom, all there.

His jaw tightens, his fist balling, heavy breaths sighing out.

What is this?

FARHA!

He finally got the name right, seems like Farha is getting to him...

He tied the towel to his waist progressing out of the room. So help him God if he gets a hold of her. She must be dense to think he'd let her step her boundaries.

What nonsense?

He met her seated comfortably on the couch watching a TV show that seem to get her captivated.

"You!" He barks urging her up.

She skillfully covered her eyes. "Would you put on some clothes, Do you mind?"

He made a move to get a hold of her but she was quick to step away. "I see, are you trying to tempt me, Habibi? Well well, you sure look nerve-racking which makes you super not only super but a lot of hotter and I'm pleased to know all this belongs to me"

She has lost it! Entirely.

"Why do you have your things in my territory?" He fires ignoring her compliments or rather illness.

"W-I-F-E! Forgotten?" Laying emphasis. "We share"

"Shut up!" He blasts heaving out heavy breaths. "Now you listen, you and everything that has to do with your obtuse self should vamoose or---"

She cuts him off. "Till death do us apart hubby, those were your exact words so now why are you getting all worked up? It's not like it's my fault, I'm trying to be devoted here, the least you could do is be appreciative"

She's getting to him, messing with his buttons, he's a sec away from losing it.

"Farha"

"Ahh! You got it, I'm proud we're making progress, I like that"

He successfully got a hold of her wrist earning a yelp to which he only held tighter. "Stop playing games with me, I --- Arg!" He groans letting go.

Did she just bite him? What is it with her this night?

"Very unromantic, you don't do that especially not to your wife. You seriously need to learn etiquette and not to worry, I'm more than fit to teach you" Her lips lifting into a smirk.

He's not going to let her have it her way. He gave himself a mental pep talk shooting her a last glare, turning on his shoe.

"Do you want me to bring up your dinner?" She yells which he ignores. "Habibi!" She adds fighting back a laugh.

This is just the beginning, she'd make sure she cracks, taunt and tease just as she should have done earlier till he could no longer endure and set her free. Maybe treating him the other way round could be the key and it's starting to show off.

She eat her dinner packing the remnant placing it in the fridge, making sure to clear every used item before shutting off the lights and making her way for the stairs.

Now for the next move of the day. She barged into the room not caring to knock coz she knew he would ignore so it was of no use. She met him sprawled on the bed his gaze focused on his phone.

She sneers leading to the closet to get her nighties. Yeah! She also had her clothes moved in, almost everything of hers is in the room now.

She took slow steps towards the bed mumbling some Duas.

Okay sharing a room is the hardest decision she had to make but as long as it's worth it, then so be it.

Farha climbs onto the bed sharply seizing his phone. "Get some rest big man, don't be such a workaholic"

He shut his eyes for a minute containing his rage. He yanks off the duvet cover getting up just for her to get a hold of his arm.

He sat back a wave of undetectable sensations hit him. Last time he got this close to a woman was before her death, it almost felt nostalgic.

What is going on? What just happened?

"We should get some sleep" She ushers clicking off the side lamp.

She placed a quick peck on his cheek, "Goodnight" snuggling into his warmth.

What a day...

Xoxo

Writing this was super fun😂 is the newfound audacity for me?

I feel like there's more of this coming and I am so so loving it, now what Hisham?

Soooo! This chapter is specifically for my new reader Khadija Sulaiman, thank you for the funny comments 😂 they're quite motivating Allah❤️

Oya out drop comments, I may decide to update tmrr😉

Faixatuu.