Gereksiz İntikam

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Authors pov

The drive from White Castle to their apartment is completely silent. They don't exchange a single word.

When they reach the apartment, Taniya makes dinner for both of them since they didn't eat at the restaurant because it was too early for dinner.

After making dinner, Taniya offers her Isha prayer. She makes lots of duas, not for herself but for her brother and bhabhi.

She looks even more beautiful while praying; her devotion and tranquility during namaz are something else.

After completing her namaz, she recites many surahs, especially Surah Mulk, as it is her habit to recite it before sleeping or after Isha.

She gets up, folds her prayer mat, and goes to the kitchen to have dinner.

When she walks into the kitchen, she is surprised to see Shoaib arranging the table for them.

She walks forward and starts helping him, saying, "You don't need to do this, Shoaib; I was just coming," as she pours water into a glass.

"It's okay, you were praying, so I thought I'd help you," he replies, sitting at the dinner table.

She also sits down and says, "It's not your place to do this."

He shook his head, "Well, in California, I used to cook for myself, so it's not a big deal to arrange the table," he said, taking a morsel of Turkish pulao.

But his facial expressions show that he doesn't like the food.

"Why, is it too bland? It tastes like boiled rice," he complains.

She chuckled at his childish complaint. "I can't help it, but these Turkish spices are really tasteless and non-spicy," she said, taking a morsel, her expression worse than his.

He smiles, seeing her scrunching her nose in dislike and her mouth turning pouty with a wobbly chin.

She is wearing a plain green shalwar kurta, her hair tied in a half-up style, while her dupatta covers her chest completely.

Shoaib is mesmerized by her cute face, wondering why she looks pretty in every color she wears.

She is indeed a beautiful woman, and he is sure her body will go through some changes soon, as he has already planted his seeds inside her.

It's been one week since their consummation. He wanted to see visible changes in her body, but her way of dressing was too modest; she wore really loose dresses, making it impossible to see even a single curve. Except for the glow on her face everything is hidden from his eyes

But Taniya's case is different; she feels like she is becoming uglier day by day. The Noor on her face is fading, and she doesn't even like to look at herself in the mirror.

She gulps down water to push the rice or pulao inside her system.

Shoaib chuckled, "Why is it so tasteless? I put more than the required amount of spices," she said, more like complaining.

She was about to eat another morsel because she was starving when Shoaib interrupted.

"Don't eat it; I'll make spicy noodles for us," he said, getting up.

She also stood up and said, "But we can't waste this food."

He looks at her and then shakes his head, "Alright, Mrs. Malik, we won't waste this food either. But the two of us can't finish this; our tastes are different from this Turkish food," he said, searching for vegetables in the fridge.