Shiddat

sixty seven

Taha's POV

We have dinner with some chit-chat.

Farah's eyes are roaming everywhere; I don't know what she is actually searching for.

I am certain this woman will surely ask me to drop her at her hotel, but I am not a fool.

"If you don't mind, please stay here tonight..." Before I could complete my sentence, she agreed.

So, my assumptions are right? She is trying on me? Girl, my jungli billi will kill you for sure.

Showing her the guest room, I retire to my room as my baby is not feeling well.

I know the reason behind her not being well.

Bakht was sleeping with his head on her chest, and she was also sleeping. I check her temperature, which is normal.

"Taha..." her voice froze my hand on her forehead.

But isn't she sleeping?

"Taha ki Jaan," I said, sitting beside her as she lay there.

"I was missing you so badly," she said, holding my hand.

"Bachcha, I was in the office as always. Why are you missing me?" I asked, caressing her head.

Allah Allah, her behavior is making my doubts so clear.

"I want you," she said, kissing the back of my palm.

I chuckled at her words.

"But didn't we do it this morning?" I asked, caressing her collarbone.

She delicately removed Bakht's head from her chest, put it on the pillow, and sat facing me.

"But I want..." Before she could complete, I interrupted.

"No buts. You are feeling unwell, so take a rest. I have some emails to send," I said and stood up, but she held my hand, making me stop.

"It's Kaan's place to do that, right?" she asked.

I turned and grabbed her face in my palm.

"Jaan... I just want to ignore her demand because if my doubts are right, then it's not safe to be intimate in this condition.

"I have work to do, biwi," I said, kissing her lips.

She didn't kiss me back. Oh, so now she is angry.

"But I want to feel you, please. You can send the emails tomorrow," she argued.

Aww, my needy witch.

"Jaan, it's important," I tried to convince her.

"Okay, but make me wear your shirt. I want to feel you around me," she said innocently.

I took off my white shirt and removed her nightgown in one swift motion over her head.

Her plump globes hung freely without any cage, and her long, thigh-length hair fell on her bare body.

I put my shirt on her, leaving three buttons undone.

"Now happy?" I asked.

She angrily put her head on the pillow, caged Bakhtiyar to herself, and pretended to be asleep.

I chuckled at her innocence.

I can't work here; her innocence will make me do what I don't want to, not in her delicate condition.

Taking my laptop, I walked to the open hall attached to the kitchen and started doing my work.

***
Authors pov