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Armaan's POV:
Everyone was enjoying their dinner and I was cooking the meat for both of us. She is standing next to me. I'm also keeping an eye on her, ensuring she doesn't get close to the grill or get burnt by the flame. I wanted to play with her more like teasing her. So, I asked her what would she like and she is giving me surprises today. Oh God! This little woman of mine is very dangerous.
She made me blush again by saying she needed the whole of me. How can she be this bold? I'm surprised though, I never thought she would be bold. Not that I'm complaining but it is getting dangerous here. I might kiss her in front of everybody. I could feel my cheeks and ears turning red and this little Human Koala of mine is giggling which is music to my ears. But I can't let her enjoy my state, my pride is a little hurt.
"Shut up, you idiot! You don't have any pride when it comes to Zaisha". My subconscious mind mocked which I ignored. I thought of a comeback and I smirked because definitely my next words would make her red as a tomato. And I was right, she blushed like there is no tomorrow when I said that I'm hers and she needed to give me a chance to show her. Well, I was talking about the night we make love.
Will she blush at night when we make love? Control you, asshole! What are you thinking? I shook my thoughts aside otherwise, I would think so many things and there wouldn't be a turning back. I smirked more and teased her more by asking who has the upper hand now and she cutely glared at me saying she has the upper hand.
Well, I do agree, she has the upper hand. I'm happy to see the young Zaisha who used to be bubbly and mischievous. Hah! At least, I have achieved by bringing out the old Zaisha. With all these happy and cute thoughts, the meat was cooked by now. We took our plates to the table and sat next to each other. It's been my daily routine to feed her the first morsel.
We all were eating, and conversing, I took the chance to intertwine her hand with mine. She looked at me and smiled. She didn't try to remove her hand and we ate silently. As I was eating, I felt a gaze on me. I lifted my head to see that Mahnoor was staring at me. Oh God! What part of "My wife is Zaisha", she doesn't understand? Anyway, I ignored her because I didn't want to ruin my night or stay because of her.
As I was busy eating, I saw Sadiq staring at my love which made my blood boil. Why the fuck he can't leave her alone? Those 20 minutes were torture for me because this asshole kept boring holes at my Jaan which I didn't like one bit. Thank God! We all finished our dinner quickly. After dinner, Zoya asked for the bonfire and the elders refused to join us and asked us to enjoy ourselves. Once the bonfire was set, I signaled Zaisha to sit next to me. Once Zaisha sat, I immediately back-hugged her. Reason? Because I want to. I love having her in my arms. And she is my wife. Not to forget my beautiful wife.
Anyway, my Jaan's kid, Zoya sighed looking at us, and asked us to stay away. I replied that she is my wife, and I can't stay without her. And she smiled at my reply. Ufff! Her smile! I can do anything to see her smile. Zoya pouted and said she wanted Zaisha to herself since we are on vacation. What the hell? Areyyy! No, why would I give my wife to her? No, No, she will be with me. I can't let that happen.
That's why, I denied it immediately because it is hard to breathe when she is not around me and Zoya wants my love for herself, No way, Never, I won't allow it. As soon as I denied it immediately, Dawar Bhai and Fiza Bhabi chuckled, and my Jaan blushed. We all were enjoying the warmth of the bonfire flame when I felt my love stiffen a little. I got confused because she was all relaxed and smiley.
Then why suddenly did she stiffen? I removed my gaze from her to see that bastard glaring at her. This guy really wishes for his death. My love is trying so hard to ignore this piece of shit but this asshole isn't backing off. So, I did what I was supposed to do.
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