Mishti's POV
I took another bite of the fluffy pancakes, savoring the sweetness.
His gaze never left mine, his eyes sparkling with an intensity that made my cheeks flush.
"So, what do you think, jan?"
I swallowed, trying to compose myself. "I.....am not ready. A nanny means I'll have to hand Gulbahar over to someone else."
His expression softened, and he reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.
"Not entirely, jan. Just someone to help with the nighttime feedings and give you a break when you need it."
I nodded, considering his words. It did sound appealing to have some extra help, especially with his busy
schedule.
But what really caught my attention was the glint in his eye, the eagerness in his tone.
It was almost... mischievous.
"Sultanji, why are you so keen on this?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.
He leaned in closer, his breath whispering against my ear.
"Because, jan, I want you all to myself. No distractions, no exhaustion. Just us."
My face burned, and I looked away, trying to hide my blush.
"You're being ridiculous," I teased, attempting to sound stern.
But he just chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
"I'm being honest, sugar. I want to cherish you, pamper you... and maybe, just maybe, work on making another little companion for our daughter."
My heart skipped a beat. Another baby? Already?
I glanced at Gulbahar, sleeping peacefully in her crib.
The thought of having another tiny human to love and care for was daunting, yet exciting.
"Sultanji, you're moving too fast," I laughed, trying to deflect.
But he just grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Can't help it, jan. You make me want to rush into the future, to create a lifetime of memories with you."
I blushed deeper, feeling my heart swell with emotion.
This man..............
"Okay," I whispered, surrendering to his charm. "We'll consider the nanny."
"Sultanji?" I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Yes, jan?" he replied, his eyes still burning with desire.
"You mentioned something about a punishment?" I reminded him..
I hate my cheeks!!!!!!
His gaze never wavered, but a hint of amusement danced in his eyes. "Ah, yes. I remember."
He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together.
"I've been thinking, jan. Perhaps your punishment should be... tailored to your specific needs."
"Husss, you're teasing me," I accused, trying to sound stern.
But he just chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
"No, sugar. I'm simply acknowledging your eagerness."
My face burned hotter. "I am not eager," I protested.
He raised an eyebrow. "Really? Then why bring it up, jan?"
I shifted uncomfortably, caught in my own trap. "I just... wanted to remind you."
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