.☪︎˚𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ☆ ˚⋆
"Ek ghar, makaan toh hai na Shehnaaz tumhare paas!!"
"Par aap nahi ho na! Mere liye ghar, sukoon, sab aap ho Siddharth! Chaar deewar ka makaan ya koi aur nahi"
𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐆𝐚𝐚𝐡
╰┈➤ 𝓐 𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓯𝓾...
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Sorry for the late update. My followers are already updated about me on my message board, and I don't have much to talk about. Sorry again, I felt disconnected by myself. Happy reading.
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𝗡𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲’𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩,
Siddharth woke up to the sound of a kiss and frowned, rubbing his eyes. He saw Shehnaaz, wearing his shirt and pouting at the camera while clicking pictures. It was 6 a.m. He thought his wife might be possessed or something and lightly tapped her shoulder.
“Kya hai yeh? Kajal aise kyun laga hua hai?” he asked irritably.
Shehnaaz giggled, wiping off the smudged kajal. “Yeh adhe kapde pehenkar kyun baithi ho?”
“Aapne toh kuch nahi pehna, maine kuch bola?” she retorted, and Siddharth quickly covered his upper body with the blanket. Shehnaaz turned her gaze back to her phone, still pouting. “Maine sab dekh liya hai sab!”
“Haan toh maine bhi dekh liya hai!” Siddharth snapped, pulling the blanket away from his upper body.
Shehnaaz chuckled, still focused on the camera. Siddharth teased, “Zara shohar ko bhi dekhna chahiye subha-subha, aise nahi ke sirf khud ko hi dekho.”
Shehnaaz sighed, moving closer to him. She pressed their cheeks together and took a picture. “Kaisi photos le rahi ho?” Siddharth asked sternly, trying to hide her shoulder which was exposed by his loose shirt.
“Khud toh nange baithe ho, main toh bhi itni pyaari lag rahi hoon,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“Waisi pyaari toh lag rahi ho,” he replied, pulling her into a back hug and kissing her temple. “Aise raha toh phir Saad ko jaldi bhai ya behen mil jayenge.” He nuzzled her hair, making her blush and put the phone away. “Haan, toh woh toh hona hi hai!”
“Accha??” He asked, lifting her onto his lap. “Haan, saare khandaan ko pata chalna chahiye ke Siddharth kitna pyaar karta hai apni pyaari biwi se,” she said, smiling at him.
“Kitne bacche chahiye meri pyaari biwi ko?” he asked softly, caressing her cheek with his thumb.
“Jitne uske Siddharth ko chahiye,” she replied with a smile.
