Love Unscripted

31. "More than just a wife"

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                        Y/N's POV

"Kya bana rahi hain, begum sahiba?"

His deep voice sent a shiver down my spine as I felt his breath brush over the exposed skin of my neck. I didn't need to look to know that Naseem was standing incredibly close–so close that the warmth of his body seemed to envelop me, making my knees feel weak.

Gathering every ounce of courage, I slowly turned to face him, but before I could fully do so, he moved swiftly. His hand came down on the kitchen counter, trapping me between his veiny, muscular arms. My back pressed against the counter, and the proximity made my heart race uncontrollably.

His gaze was intense, eyes locked onto mine with a mix of curiosity and something deeper, more primal. The air between us thickened with unspoken tension as his other hand reached up, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

"Naseem..." I whispered, my voice barely audible as I tried to steady my breathing. The way he was looking at me made it hard to think, let alone speak.

He leaned in closer, his lips just inches from mine, his voice a low rumble. "Kheer, begum sahiba? Meri favorite?"

I nodded slightly, my throat too dry to respond with words. His proximity, his scent, everything about him was overwhelming, and it took everything in me to hold my ground.

He leaned closer, and I, expecting him to press his lips on mine, closed my eyes. But I only heard the sound of the stove being turned off. When for a bit longer I didn't feel anything, I opened my eyes, Naseem had already backed away and was looking at me with his arms crossed over his chest, an amused expression on his face.

My cheeks flushed red in embarrassment, too mortified with my wild hopes. A smirk played on his lips as he watched my reaction, clearly enjoying the effect he had on me. "You really know how to win a man's heart," he murmured, his voice sending another wave of heat through me.

"Can't wait to taste it," he added, his eyes lingering on my lips for a moment longer, making thousands of butterflies erupt in the pit of my stomach. "The kheer, I mean." He smirked again, his gaze teasing as he turned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving me breathless and completely flustered.

"Chahte kya hain ye?" I mumbled to myself, trying to steady my racing heart.

The food was ready, and I took the dishes one by one and went to place them on the dining table. Naseem, Hunain, and Ubaid were already seated on the table, engaged in a light and casual conversation.

The whole time I sat the food on the table, I could feel Naseem’s eyes on me, making my already racing heart accelerate more.

"Unc– I mean uhm abbu nahi aayegne khana khane?" I asked, feeling a bit awkward addressing Naseem's father as "Abbu."

"Nahi bhabhi, wo apne room me hi khate hai," Hunain replied, glancing up from his plate with a polite smile. "Aap plate me khana laga dijiye mai abbu ko de aaunga."

I nodded and filled a plate with all sorts of food that was cooked. After making sure I had served all the things, I handed the plate to Hunain.

I was about to sit on a chair a bit away from Naseem when Ubaid spoke up. "Bhabhi, bhai ke sath baithiye na," I looked at him and forced a smile.

"Nahi, koi baat nahi Ubaid. Mai yaha bhi thik hoon," I replied, trying to sit far from Naseem intentionally. I couldn’t risk letting him tease me on the dining table and embarrass me in front of his brothers.