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— 𖤐 𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 :
I can only stare at my wife, who's gazing down at me with so much hope shimmering in her stunning, large doe eyes. Her dark hazel-brown eyes have always been so alluring that I almost got distracted from the ridiculous suggestion she just made.
I knew she was up to something. Since this morning, she's been overly sweet for no apparent reason.
She kept grinning like the adorable idiot she is every chance she gets and didn't even throw any of her usual sassy retorts.
And my suspicions were confirmed when she walked into my office dressed like that—I didn't know someone could look this incredibly sexy in formal wear.
My wife is perfection in every sense, her beauty is almost surreal.
The moment I saw her in that exquisite desi outfit, it felt like the world around me faded away, and all the air was knocked right out of my lungs.
She looked enchanting, too gorgeous to be fucking true.
It took all my physical control to calm my roaring heart and not to grab her and kiss the fuck out of her right there in front of her parents.
"Zayran??" She shook my shoulders gently, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Why are you just staring? Say something!" She urged impatiently.
"What can I possibly say when you're suggesting something so utterly ridiculous?Why would you even need a job when I can provide you with literally anything you want?" As the words leave my lips, she abruptly rises from my lap.
"No! It's not ridiculous," her eyes flashing with conviction. "There's nothing wrong with wanting to be financially independent."
I shake my head, "That's even more absurd, because everything I have is already yours! The card I gave you has no limits; it's completely yours! You are financially independent."
"Yeah, I know that," She crosses her arms defiantly. "But I want to work because I'm so bored sitting at home alone all day."
"Why don't you pick up a hobby to keep yourself entertained?"
"Besides eating, I really don't have any interesting hobbies."
"Then find a new one."
"I don't want to! I want to have a job—can't you understand something so simple?" She hisses.
"No. I don't like the thought of my wife working—" Before I can finish, she snorts, cutting me off.
"Waaah, so you're like those typical controlling husbands with a massive ego who don't want their wives to have jobs and would rather prefer to keep them locked in the damn house?" She glares down at me.
"That's not what I meant! I just find it unnecessary for you to work when I can provide you with anything you need."
