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I walked into the room and fell down onto the bed beside Ahad who was talking to someone on the phone.
He looked at me and gave me a small smile. I returned it with a brighter version of mine and leapt on him to hug him.
He kept the phone aside and hugged me back. He laid back on the bed with me in his arms. I drew circles on his chest while he caressed my waist.
“Ahad, kahin bahar chalein?” Today was Sunday and everyone was just laying around in their rooms.
[Should we go somewhere outside?]
“Date par?”
[On a date?]
“Nahi na, hum sab chaltein hain, mai, aap, mumma, papa, Aahan, Aysar, kitna maza aayega nai?”
[No, all of us, me, you, mumma, papa, Aahan, Aysar, it'll be so much fun, no?]
He scrunched his face and rolled his eyes. “I'm here for you, why do you need all of them?” He said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
I shook my head and laid it down on his chest. “pleaseee?” I said, dragging the syllable out in a cute manner (it's cute according to me so koi kuch nahi bolega)
I heard him sigh and I looked up at him with a big smile.
“Where do you wanna go, mohtarma?”
“Shopping chalte hain, uss din mummy bhi bol rahi thi unko bhi kuch lena hai” I said and he nodded.
[Let's go shopping, that day mummy was also saying that she also needs to buy something]
“I'll go tell everyone, tab tak aap taiyyar ho jao”
[You get ready until then]
He got up with me in his arms and walked towards the bathroom. He placed me down on the counter and kissed me.
Ohmygod ohmygod this is so romantic.
I held his shoulders and kissed him back. He pulled out with a last suck on my lips and licked his own lips.
“How about you get ready and I'll go inform everyone?” He said and I nodded with a smile.
“Mai kapde nikal doon aapke?” I yelled, wanting for him and me to match outfits.
[Shall I keep out your clothes?]
“Haanji, nikal do”
[Yes, please]
I did a happy dance and went over to the closet.
I took out a green and white striped sweater shirt, paired with a sage green overcoat that matched with my hijab, with white pants, for him.
While I took out a top that reached my inner thighs paired with bell bottom pants and a sage green hijab.
I kept his clothes aside and quickly changed into mine. I paired some minimal rings that went with the outfit and a small handbag that matched with the outfit.
I walked out of the closet and saw Ahad talking to someone on his phone. Again.
Inka affair toh nahi chal raha inke secretary ke saath?
[Is he having an affair with his secretary?]
I sat on the bed and patiently waited for him to be done with the call. I dangled my legs to and fro while I twisted and turned the rings in my hand.
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•𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐚: 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 [𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 #1]
RomanceBOOK #1 OF "ENTANGLED CHRONICLES" SERIES Safira Ahad Rahal finds herself thrust into an unexpected marriage with Ahad Ahmad Rahal, a man whose heart she must unlock. As Safira navigates the complexities of their forced union, she discovers that Aha...