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U M È M A' S P O V
"So, Mrs. Shariq Hadid, how do you feel after making me the most fortunate man in the world?" Shariq asked with a playful grin as we stepped into the office.
I settled onto the couch, suddenly shy under his gaze.
"It's the other way around, Shariq," I replied, feeling my cheeks warm.
"Oh really? By the way, why are your cheeks so red?" He moved closer, so close I could feel the warmth radiating off him.
"Uh—what? No, they aren't!" I protested, patting my cheeks.
"Come on, Umèma." He leaned in, his face just inches from mine. "Are you lying to your husband? I know you too well."
"Why are you so close, though? Kuch chahiye kya yahan table se?" I laughed nervously, trying to break the tension.
(Do you want something from the table?)
"Ha, chahiye na," he whispered solemnly, making my heart race with the intensity of his gaze.
(Yes.)
"Uh—kya? I can just see some books lying around. Do you want this one?" I leaned forward, reaching for a book on the table.
(What?)
Just as I was about to grab it, he took my hand, intertwining our fingers.
"Book nahi chahiye," he said, his voice low.
(I don't want any book.)
"Phir?" I looked up, my eyes wide in surprise.
(Then?)
He chuckled, his laughter warm and inviting. "You're so innocent, Umèma." His other hand came up to caress my cheek.
"Jo chahiye woh toh le loonga. But first, tell me—what type of skincare do you use? Your cheeks are softer than a cloud."
(I will take what I want.)
"Huh? Have you ever touched a cloud?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No—"
"Then how can you compare it to something you've never experienced?" I challenged playfully.
"But I have experienced your cheeks," he said, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Would you like to experience something more?" I inquired, arching an eyebrow teasingly. He nodded, a glint of mischief in his eyes.
"How about a slap?" I laughed, lifting my hand as if to strike. Of course, I intended it playfully, but he caught my wrist in an instant, leaving me dumbfounded.
He brought my hand to rest against his chest. "Do you feel that?" he asked, looking serious.
"What? The fabric of your shirt? Nice one. What brand is it?" I smirked, trying to regain my composure.
"Stop being so smart, my love. I'm talking about my heartbeat."
"Yes, I can," I replied, my voice softening, the moment turning more intimate.
"I really love you, Umèma," he confessed, his touch warm and tender. I felt as if I could melt right into his arms.
"I love you too, Shariq," I said, meeting his gaze head-on.
"Took you long enough, though," he teased, raising an eyebrow.
"Took you very quick to fall for me!" I shot back, crossing my arms playfully. "Now that I think about it, you've always had a thing for me. Tell me honestly—did you have a crush on me?" I wiggled my eyebrows, challenging him.
"Yes," he answered without hesitation, his sincerity making my heart flutter. "As much as I tried to deny it, my heart was always drawn to you. Before our marriage, I did everything to avert my gaze, but once we tied the knot, I couldn't help myself."
"I did my best to avoid it, but you pulled me in completely," he added, his tone sincere.
"Of course! Who could resist me?" I said, giving him a playful look.
"I can think of a few people," he countered with a laugh.
"Sure, but we both know who fell first, liar. You think you're so clever," I teased, sticking my tongue out at him.
"Cleverness is just my default setting, babe," he replied smugly. How does he always manage to get the upper hand? "You're not as cool as you think, my love."
"That's fine; I'm cooler than you think," I shot back, a smirk playing on my lips. "You're so full of yourself."
"And you're so empty without me!" he laughed, but his expression softened, revealing his affection.
"Just like I am empty without you, sweetheart," He added, making my heart swell.
"It really felt good arguing like we used to before. The past few days have been so intense; I can't even explain," I said, my tone turning more serious.
"You know what I fell for first? Tumhari aankhein. They've captured my heart since day one, there's galaxy in your eyes," he confessed, making me blush deeper.
(Your eyes.)
"Really? My eyes?" I replied, playfully batting my eyelashes. "I thought it was my baking that did it. Everytime I made any dessert, Mom always invited you. Bhukkad."
(Bhukkad: Glutton.)
"Your baking definitely helped," he chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "But it was your eyes that drew me in. They have this... spark. Every time I look into them, I feel like I can see your soul. It's captivating, my sweet biwi."
(Wife.)
I felt warmth spreading through me at his words. "You're such a smooth talker, Shariq. Are you sure you're not secretly a poet?"
"Only when it comes to you," he replied, his voice softening. "I just can't help myself. You bring out the romantic in me."
"Wow, I might need to take notes. I could use a few of those lines next time I'm trying to woo you," I teased, leaning in closer.
"Oh, I'm sure you've got your own stock of charm. But let's not forget who has the upper hand here," he said, raising an eyebrow playfully.
"Upper hand? You mean the hand that's always trying to steal the last piece of dessert?" I shot back, laughing.
"Guilty as charged!" He laughed, pulling me closer. "But in my defense, I can't resist anything you make."
"Gajar ka Halwa bhi?"
(Even carrot pudding?)
"Ha. Gajar ka Halwa bhi." He smiled gently at me. His eyes shone so much adoration making me thank my Almighty for giving such a great husband.
(Yes, even carrot pudding.)
"Thank you for always being so gentle with me, my Majnu," I said, leaping into his arms, finding comfort and safety in his embrace.
"Don't thank me, my Layla. It's my job to make you feel loved," he said, squeezing me tighter, and in that moment, I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be.
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