Dilbar (دلبر) -
Lover
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Samaira Baksh has sworn off love. The emotion in itself brought memories that were synonymous with a weak nightmare. For her, love was a forgotten feeling and farthest away from what could be considered...
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The hotel was on the verge of completion after nearly a year and half of keeping its foundation.
A year and a half had passed by in a blink and as Samaira stood surveying the tall Victorian style building with touches of modern grace, a smile was constant on her lips.
"Freaking finally. It was about time I got some rest."
Samaira rolled her eyes playfully at the exasperated comment from Hani. Turning to look at her co-worker and good friend, she gave her a light shove towards the inspection site to the left.
"Nah ah, Miss. Hani. You've not completed your job yet. Ja kar saare paper works check karo and send me a pdf of it personally."
(Go and check all the paper works and..)
Hani gave her a look that made her feel no less than a dictator and with a whine, Hani left to do as she was told while Samaira packed her bags for the day.
"You're so bossy, Mrs. Samaira."
The sultry voice brushed her earlobes as a pair of hands came to rest on her waist. Not too bold of a touch in public but enough to make Samaira blush. Clearing her throat, she craned her head to the side to gaze at her husband who wore a roguish smile on his lips, as though finding the scene entertaining.
"That's my job, Mr. Zaigham."
Zaigham released a deep breath, resting his chin atop her shoulder, his penetrating blue irises stared into murky brown ones before he complained on behalf of his heart and himself.
"That's all you do, Mrs. Samaira. Kaam, kaam, aur bas kaam. Baithe bithaye itna acha shauhar mil gaya hai toh uski koi qadr hi nahi hai."
(Work, work, and only work. You've got a decent husband without any troubles so you don't value him.)
The blood rush on her skin intensified at his words.
He spoke as though he hadn't kept her hostage in their bedroom for hours, troubling her by using her as a pillow for him to sleep and stealing teasing kisses every other minute.
"Chief minister hai aap. Mujhe chode. Aapko kuch kaam nahi hai kya?"
(You're the chief minister. Leave me. Don't you have work to do?)
Zaigham chuckled, letting her out of his hold and sparing her public embarrassment. More than a few heads had turned their way and Samaira shrinked under the gazes but not holding back the glare she sent her husband.
"You're done for the day?"
Samaira nodded at his question and silently handed him her bag when he motioned for it. Zaigham took hold of her palm as he guided her towards the tinted white Rolls royce. Samaira waved goodbye to Hani who gave her a stink eye before passing a flying kiss.
