𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐪 𝐤𝐢 𝐃𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐚𝐧~

15• Her Nightmare.

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Author's POV
As Hareem shifted to her left, the sun's rays struck her face, making her groan softly. She peeked through her right eye and noticed the window in front of her. "Sofe ke saamne to bed tha, phir yeh window kahan se aa gayi?" she mumbled in confusion. Slowly, she opened both eyes and glanced around the room. With a sudden jolt, she realized she was in bed, not on the couch where she had fallen asleep. Her eyes scanned the entire room for Ayaan, but he was nowhere to be seen.

She looked at the empty space beside her on the bed, brushing her hand over it. The sheets were still warm. He must've slept here beside me—wait. What? He slept beside me? But why? And— and I slept on the couch, so what am I doing here? Did he carry me to bed... like in the movies?

Just then, the bathroom door opened, and Ayaan stepped out, rubbing his wet hair with a towel. He tossed the towel onto the couch and stood in front of the mirror, combing his hair. Their eyes met in the mirror. Hareem, still sitting on the bed, turned to face him. "I slept on the couch last night, then how come I'm here?" she asked.

"How would I know? You must be sleepwalking," Ayaan replied, shrugging his shoulders.

"Sleepwalking?" Hareem repeated, her confusion deepening. She pushed the covers aside and got out of bed, standing in front of him, blocking his path to the dresser. Folding her arms across her chest, she insisted, "I never sleepwalk."

"So?" Ayaan responded nonchalantly.

"So? So, did you bring me to bed? Why did you touch me? You were the one saying—" Her words were abruptly cut off as Ayaan leaned down, bringing his face level with hers. His arms came up on either side of the dresser, trapping her between them. His sudden proximity made her breath hitch. He gave her a quick, peck on the cheek before whispering in a low and intimate, "I'm your husband, and I can do more than just touch you and bring you to bed, understood, wifey?"

With that, he straightened up and turned on his heels, heading out of the room with an air of smug satisfaction. "Don't just stand there in shock. Go and change; everyone is waiting at the table," he called out over his shoulder before closing the door behind him.

Hareem remained rooted to the spot, her heart pounding in her chest, her cheeks burning as a faint red blush crept up her face. She could still feel the warmth of his lips on her cheek, his words echoing in her mind. "What's with this man's duality? Uff... he's making me crazy. How am I gonna survive with him?" she muttered to herself, finally breaking free from her daze.

Finally, she headed to the bathroom. After getting ready, she emerged wearing a white kurta pajama set with a vibrant, multi-colored floral printed dupatta. As she stepped out of her room, she saw Abbas and Sahar also exiting their room together, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

"Arey, Hareem! How are you?" Abbas asked as he noticed her standing outside her room.

"I am fine. How are both of you?" she replied.

"Alhamdulillah," Sahar answered, glancing at Abbas with a wide, contented smile.

"Ayaan bhai kidhr hain?" Sahar asked, looking around as if expecting him to appear any moment.