A Tale of Hearts

Chapter Forty Three

Fahad's POV:

She had been staring at the bed for the past five minutes. Was she expecting it to morph into something else? Or was she seeing something I wasn't? I had the king-sized one specifically custom made for us.

"We are not sleeping on the same bed." She said finally. It was cute that she was protesting. Or even trying to. I should let her be. It's not like she will succeed though. I will give her the benefit of doubt.

"We are married. Ofcourse, we are." I said conclusively as I looked at her expectantly. I wonder what she will come up with now. Her icy glare wasn't going to work on me. I had grown immune to it.

"The couch looks very comfortable for you to sleep in." She pointed to the couch in the corner. So she was planning to hoard the bed by herself? Ah, shit. I should have had that moved out before hand. Well, room service works 24/7. "The bed has enough space for you to run on it, begum."

"I am not sleeping with you on it." Her cheeks were the slightest tint of pink. "I like to sleep alone."

"Well, that will have to change now. Also, what kind of lewd things are you thinking of?" I wiggled my eyebrows while she grimaced at me. "Whatever they are, we can make them happen."

"Forget it, I will sleep on the couch." Rubab rolled her eyes as she examined the couch closely. Like hell, you will.

"Alright, stop being stubborn. How about you settle in? I need to make a call. The luggage has already been moved near the door. I have already unpacked, begum. Let me know if you require my assistance." I offered as I grinned. I would love to help her unpack.

"Assistance in examining my underwear? I pass." She walked past me to pick up the hand-carry and placed it on a table. Before she could grab the bigger bag, I held onto it with one arm and placed it on the bed for her to unpack. She just gave me a prickly stare before turning away. No thank you? Alright then. She needs to stop being so adorable or I am going to have to bite her neck or something else.

Realising that staying within a 1 meter proximity of her was driving me crazy, I dialled the room service's number. Sleep on the couch? Over my dead body. I stepped into the kitchen to make sure she couldn't hear me.

"Hello, yes, I need you to move a couch out of 1024. Yes, right now. I will pay extra. Make it fast." I hung up and looked around the penthouse. This one had the best view of the night life. Lights reflected in the window. I had wanted to show this to Rubab the first chance I got. I couldn't wait to bring her to this window, press her against it while I-

The door knocked twice. Room service was here. Rubab had gone into the bathroom to change so this was the ideal time to get that dreaded sofa moved out. Two men entered and I instructed them to be as quiet as possible as they lifted the sofa and moved it outside. No questions were asked when I tipped them generously. Well, that resolves that issue.

By the time, Rubab reentered the bedroom, she frowned at the now empty corner. She had taken a shower and was drying her hair with a small towel. Her scent spread in the air causing me to take a step back. She wore a plain blue tshirt with checkered blue and black pajamas that hung lowly on her waist. I internally groaned.

"Fahad, what did you do?" She narrowed her eyes at me. I snapped out of my trance.

"Well, dear wife, guess we will be sleeping on the same bed after all." She just gaped at me while I took off my polo shirt. "It's late, come to the bed."

"Fahad. It is only 11 p.m. and why are you stripping?" I thought she had resigned to the reality but she was still on high alert. She placed the towel on the back of a chair and tied her arms over her chest. Everything she was doing right now screamed seductive or maybe I was losing it, knowing its just the two of us here.