Waleed Asad Bukhari is the ultimate workaholic. With a flourishing tech company to look after, he doesn't have the time or interest for a life outside of it. Neither does he want the wife his mother is imposing on him.
That is until he finds himself...
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"Done?"
I nodded, grinning at the picture. "Yes." He immediately moved his hand and scooped up Eshal in his arms. I eyed him from the corner of my eye as I posted the picture.
"You can remove the watch, you know," I said, but as if Eshal was against me, she took his wrist and started playing with the smartwatch, staring at it like it was the most fascinating thing she'd ever seen.
"I'm starting to think you married me only so you can take pictures."
I hummed mindlessly in agreement while I typed in a caption. "You think very right, Waleed." I pressed the 'post' option, waiting for the picture to load and upload. "And please go and comment."
"I'm busy." His finger was now caught in Eshal's fist as she tried to pull it toward her mouth. That girl put everything in her mouth.
I grabbed his phone and took his other hand, using the finger to unlock his phone, then opened Instagram. My post was first on his boring-as-hell feed and I quickly typed in 'Masha Allah' with a red heart in front of it.
Waleed only rolled his eyes when I showed him the comment, and I laughed wholeheartedly.
