𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

33

Airah POV:

"What kind of boring drama is this," Arsalan murmurs but continues to watch while I massage his head. His jet black hair is so soft, slipping through my fingers like silk. Never have I ever thought that a man could possess such beautiful hair.

"It's not at all boring. It's just so heart-touching, Arsalan. Can you just look at the mother-in-law? She's so evil." He nods in approval, his eyes fixed on the screen. "Yeah, I can totally see that."

On the screen, in "Mere Humsafar," Hala, the female lead, struggles with her tyrannical mother-in-law, her eyes are filled with disdain as she finds fault with everything Hala does. Arsalan rolls his eyes. "What is she, five years old? Who nitpicks like that?"

I chuckle. "You'd be surprised what these characters will do. Just wait, it gets worse."

For a while, he just keeps watching silently, getting more and more engrossed in the story. His brows furrow as the tension on screen builds. Hala, with tears streaming down her face, tries to explain herself to Hamza, but he is caught between his mother and his wife.Arsalan leans forward, muttering, "Yeah, dude, stand up for your wife."

Suddenly, the mother-in-law storms in and verbally assaults Hala, accusing her of things she didn’t do. Arsalan gasps, his body tensing under my touch. "Who does she think she is, huh?" he says, his voice filled with indignation.

The scene shifts to the Shah Jahan, the mother-in-law, plotting with her confidante, discussing how to further isolate Hala from the family. "We'll ensure she never finds peace in this house," Shah Jahan declares. Arsalan bursts out laughing. "Oh, come on! This is like a bad villain from a cartoon."I can't help but smile at his reaction. "See? I told you it was good."He glances at me, his dark eyes softened by the glow of the television. "I guess you were right. This is pretty intense and kinda hilarious."

Once the episode ends, Arsalan looks up at me. "Do you think my mother is like that?" he asks, a hint of worry in his voice.

I laugh, shaking my head. "No way, Ahmed... She's so good, almost like an angel. She'd never be the 'villain mother-in-law.'" I say between laughs.

He stays silent, looking at me intently. "What?" I ask, noticing his serious expression.

"What did you just say?" he asks.

I stiffen, replaying my words in my mind. "That your mother is not the villain mother-in-law?"

"No, before that."

"What did I say before that?" I ask, puzzled.

He continues to look at me, his gaze unwavering. "Ahmed?" I say in a low voice, testing the waters.

A smile forms on his face, slow and genuine, lighting up his entire expression. His dimples deepen on his cheeks, making his smile even more irresistible. It's a smile that reaches his eyes, making them twinkle with an almost boyish charm. It's the kind of smile that makes you feel like the most important person in the world.

"I love that," he says, his voice soft but filled with warmth.

"W-what?" I stutter, my heart skipping a beat.

"When you say Ahmed," he explains, the smile still playing on his lips.

My cheeks flush, and I can't help but return his smile, feeling a fluttering in my chest. "Really?"

"Yes," he says, his eyes locking with mine. "It feels... special."

I can't help but feel a rush of emotions, realizing that such a small thing could mean so much to him. His smile is still there, more gorgeous than ever, framed by those irresistible dimples. It's a moment of pure connection, and I know I'll never forget it.