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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟓𝟔

ARZO
[A Month Later]

Shoaib disappears the day after the funeral.

Abbu went to check up on him, to tell him that if he needed anything, he could ask but when he got there, the house was locked.

After two days, we found out that Shoaib sold the house to a real estate agent the day of the funeral and left without a word.

Abbu tried calling him but his phone was turned off. I asked Faizan to get his number tracked down but it didn’t work.

Ammi and abbu are still worried about him. We don’t even know any of his friends who could tell us where he might be. We’re just praying that he’s safe.

We also found out that the person behind the article incident was Hira Chachi. She used Shoaib's name so that he would get in trouble if something happened.

Aside from that, Faizan came home after a week and I forbid him to go work for the next three weeks. Which he surprisingly didn’t mind because in his words, it only gave him time to spend with his wife.

I was trying to be strict with him but it doesn’t work when I end up blushing.

Api is three weeks away from her labor and she is excited as well nervous. Zahid bhai doesn’t let her do anything because he’s scared that when the baby is born, he/she is gonna yell at him saying that he made his/her mother work.

“He has a wild imagination,” api told me with a huge grin.

As for me, I have continued painting. My art studio is getting filled day by day but I have a plan to put all the paintings to good use.

Speaking of that plan, I have to share it with my husband.

I put away my painting brushes and take off my apron before I exit the studio.

I make my way to our room and walk in to find Faizan sitting on the bed, reading, shirtless.

At first, I thought he started sleeping shirtless because of his wound but then he stayed shirtless while I brought him food upstairs.

Now, I just think he stays shirtless just so he can point out that I’m blushing.

“I have a feeling you stay like that because you like teasing me,” I say as I close the door behind me.

He smiles and looks up, “I would never do such a thing.”

I hum, “of course, then I must be hallucinating.”

“If that’s what you think,”

I chuckle, untying my hair so that it falls over my shoulder. I walk over to the bed and sit on his lap, careful as to not touch his wound.

The wound isn’t fresh but I’m still scared that I will accidentally hurt him.

His arms wrap around my waist while mine rest on his shoulders.

“Done painting?”

I nod, “yes. For today.”

He hums, his hand sneaking inside my shirt to draw circles on my back.

I release a shaky breath at his touch and I don’t miss the smirk on his lips.

“What have you been doing?” I ask, trying not to sound breathless.

“Waiting for my wife to come spend time with me.”

I chuckle, “I was with you an hour ago.”

“Exactly. An hour is a long time, amar.”

I let out a soft laugh before I lean in and kiss him.

He kisses back, turning the which was supposed to be a quick kiss into a long, breathless one.

He trails the kiss from my lips to my jawline down to my neck.

I sigh, “Faizan, I have to tell you something.”

He hums into my neck as he kisses the sensitive spot on my neck.

“Stop kissing me. I can’t form words like this.”

He chuckles, his hot breath tickling the place he just kissed.

He sits back, his hand roaming up and down my sides.

I thread my fingers through his hair as I say, “I got an email from my university art teacher. Turns out, an art curator wants to showcase my painting in her art gallery.”

“Amar, that’s amazing!” Faizan says, “did you talk to her?”

“I have a meeting tomorrow. Will you come with me?”

“Of course.”

My smile widens, “okay, now kiss me.”

He chuckles before he captures my lips in a passionate kiss. I smile through the kiss, his hands trailing up my kiss, sending shivers throughout my body.

I gasp when suddenly he flips us around so that I’m lying beneath him and he’s hovering over.

I break the kiss, “your wound,” I say, my voice breathless.

“Four weeks are enough rest,” he says, then starts kissing my neck.

“I don’t want to hurt you..” I trail off, my eyelids starting to droop.

“I’m fine, amar” he kisses my jawline.

I release a sigh, “fine,”

It’s not like I’m not enjoying this.