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Understanding my husband can be quite a challenge at times. Why is it so hard for him to share where we are going?
“Stop sulking, Rika.” Maan said, catching me off guard as I looked at him in confusion.
“I won’t stop; it’s my choice.” I replied firmly, turning my gaze away.
“Did I upset him?”
Suddenly, Maan slammed on the brakes, making me hesitate.
“Is he going to lash out now?”
He pulled me closer, sending a wave of panic through me. He inched even nearer, his warm breath brushing against my ear.
“Your wish will be my command, but don't blame me if it drives me crazy, alright?” he murmured, a sly smile gracing his lips. I was unnerved, and yet he smiled as if it amused him.
Before I could react or respond, Maan did something astonishing.
He kissed the area near my earlobe. It caught me by surprise, and did it spark butterflies within me?
No, it made me feel a bit crazy, just like him. A little ticklish sensation washed over me—a feeling entirely new.
I instinctively covered my mouth with my hands, feeling waves of shyness wash over me.
Maan’s satisfied smile met my eyes, but true to his mischievous nature, he pressed his lips against my left earlobe once more and returned his focus to the road as if nothing had happened.
I continued to gaze at him.
“Stop staring at me, Rika.” He said, and I nodded obediently, though my eyes remained glued to him.
I leaned closer and planted a light kiss on his cheek. Yes, on the cheek, since he wasn't fond of such kisses. I surprised myself with that bold move; if Ruh were here, she would be incredibly proud, knowing she taught me so much.
Maan hit the brakes again, and this time our noses were almost touching. For the first time, I noticed his eyes dilating, and his gaze brought me a sense of tranquility. Yet, I felt shy and had to pull back, unable to meet his eyes any longer.
I could sense his smile. I fell silent, wondering if I had made a mistake. I was lost in my thoughts, questioning my own choices. Yet, I felt joy in his presence. I longed to be near him, to share words that flowed easily between us. Was this connection just a fleeting dream? My mind buzzed with uncertainty, but I brushed it aside, acknowledging my lack of answers.
“We’ve arrived, Rika.” Maan said softly. I glanced out the window to see a towering building with the word LEGACY boldly displayed across it.
“Where are we?” I asked, turning back to him. I noticed the deep red hue coloring his neck and ears.
“Our firm.” He replied, and I gasped in surprise. It struck me how he always referred to it as ‘ours’ and the thought sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
