•𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐚: 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 [𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 #1]

22.| 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄.

A h a d’ s  P O V:

I nuzzled my face into the soft pillow and let out a contented sigh.

“Uggh, Ahad, hateinnn bhains kahin ke”

I frowned and lifted my head up to look at my wife struggling to get rid of my hold on her waist. I smirked and tightened my hold on her waist and went back to sleeping on her chest.

I heard her sigh and she eventually gave up.

“Aapne mujhe kyu nahi bulaya lunch pe?” Not being able to keep it to myself, I questioned her. She smiled at me and leant forward to kiss my cheek.

I could practically feel my ears turning hot and blood rushing to my neck and cheeks.

“Kyunki mujhe laga aap busy honge”  I frowned and shook my head at her reply.

“I'm never busy for you, baby” I said softly and looked at her cheeks turning red.

“It's time-” Before she could complete her sentence, the door burst open and I saw Yusuf standing there with a rolling pin in his hand.

“You-” He pointed his rolling pin at me and continued “-stay away from my sister!” He yelled and walked towards us.

I sat up straight and pulled Safira onto my lap, looking straight into his eyes.

“She's my wife, so no, I won't stay away from her” I yelled back and he glared at me harder.

“Ahad, kya kar rahein hain aap, chodein mujhe” Safira whispered to me and tried to wriggle herself but I kept my hold stern on her.

“How did you even come here? Who let you in?”

Koi iss aadmi ko bolega ki chill’lana band kare?

“I let myself in,” I said back.

We argued back and forth until Safira yelled at us and walked away saying how childish we are.

It was Yusuf's fault. Who told him to come barging in anyway?

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After 4 days:

My wife is so precious to me. Very precious actually. I can do anything and everything to keep her happy and keep her with me.

Ever since I found out that she only and solely collects pictures of the people who are close to her, I wish to be one of those close persons.

I've been so eagerly waiting for her to take our pictures together. Call me silly but all I wish for is to consider me as her own.

I've already surrendered myself to her the moment I realised I loved her.

I've been hers all the time and she isn't even aware of it.

I grinned to myself as I scribbled on the blank page kept on my table.

A sudden knock on the door startled me and I flinched.

I came out of my dream land and cleared my throat before letting the person in.

It was my secretary.

“Yes, Mr. Kabir?”

“Sir, the boardroom is prepared for your meeting with Bluestone Projects. They’re expecting you to discuss the upcoming collaboration proposal.”

Oh, the meeting. I completely forgot about it.

I gave him a nod and straightened up from my desk, my posture shifting to one of composed authority. I smoothed out my coat with a practised motion, ensuring it looked perfect.