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The days unfolded wearily as Baseer let out a tired yawn, slipping off his shoes after a long day.
Quietly making his way into the house, he caught a glimpse of his wife, or so, attempting to cut potatoes with her inexperienced hands, resulting in irregular shapes and sizes of each slice.
Despite the chaos in the kitchen, an inexplicable excitement stirred within Baseer upon seeing her.
"Hello, Mrs. Awara," he greeted cheerfully.
Zara glanced up at him, rolling her eyes in response, "Welcome, Mr. Bawasir!"
A smirk danced in Baseer's eyes as he remarked, "You truly are something else, you know! By the way, why are you butchering the potatoes?"
"I'm attempting to cook. But I suppose 'butchering' is more fitting for your expertise," Zara retorted, clicking her tongue. "After all the exhausting work you've put in for my cousin brother."
Dropping his long coat and flopping onto the bed, Baseer chugged down a refreshing bottle of water, feeling a sense of relief. "Your mother wants me to divorce you and for you to return to her," he revealed.
Pausing her handiwork for a moment, Zara resumed cutting vegetables as she responded, "I have no desire to return to her."
Curious yet masked, Baseer inquired, "Why is that?"
"She would simply marry me off to a wealthy man and relish the luxury obtained through my existence," Zara replied coldly. "I realized it the day she forced me to marry you. I was merely a pawn in her game, waiting for this moment. Now she's upset that you are not what she envisioned. It serves her right."
"What's to stop me from doing the same to you?" Baseer questioned, narrowing his eyes. "In fact, I could treat you even worse. After all, I am a criminal."
Zara met his gaze with a steady look. "You won't."
"How can you be so sure?"
"I just know. I believe you wouldn't, or else you would have already," she affirmed.
Surprised by her response, Baseer watched as her eyes softened, "And I think I am better off this way."
Baseer slowly approached her as she tried to focus on her cooking.
She could sense his predatory steps drawing near, and suddenly, he swept her up by the waist and placed her on the kitchen sink.
Gasping, she felt her ragged breathing as he parted her legs and wrapped them around his waist.
Their lips almost met, and she felt his intense breath fanning her face as he teasingly asked, "What if I want to mistreat you now? What if I want to touch you inappropriately? Will you still stay quiet, huh?"
Zara's lips quivered as she clutched his shirt tightly, her face flushed and her heartbeat loud in her ears. "I... I still won't complain," she managed to say.
Her flushed face quickened his heartbeat as he rubbed his hardened manhood against hers.
She bit her lip as he inquired, trailing down her neck, "Are you a virgin, mia Cara?"
"Ye-s," she whispered, trembling. Baseer's grip eased as he remarked, "Then I'll take it slow. I can be wild in bed, you'd be overwhelmed if I took you suddenly."
They stood apart, an awkward silence between them.
Baseer broke it with a forced smile, asking, "What are you cooking, by the way?"
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