𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 ✓

-46-

It had been a whole week since Siddique and I had tied the knot, and every day had been filled with new surprises, laughter, and...well, an entirely different side of my husband. He'd gone from sweet and shy to downright naughty and playful. Honestly, the man seemed like he was constantly looking for any excuse to pull me into his arms. Every time I'd catch his gaze lingering on me, I knew exactly what he was thinking. My sweet, gentleman boyfriend had turned into a teasing, lovesick husband who seemed to be in a perpetual state of, let's say, readiness.

Today, I decided to try something special for everyone to celebrate our first week together as a married couple. Nothing too fancy-just pancakes, scrambled eggs, some fruit salad, and a choice between hot chocolate, sweet milk tea, and coffee. I wanted to show them I could handle things and make this feel like home for us all.

As I stood in the kitchen, chopping fruit, I drifted back to the shocking news from a few days ago. When Siddique had come to pick me up from my parents' house, he'd told me we'd be going on Umrah next month. No honeymoon yet-at least not until December. He did promise me an amazing trip to Turkey, France, and the UK later, but still, the wait seemed like an eternity. I couldn't help feeling a little sulky about it. I mean, no honeymoon until December?

I sighed, distracted, and didn't even realize when the knife nicked my finger. "Ah!" I yelped, hissing at the sudden pain.

In a flash, Siddique, Rizwan, and Aunt Amina burst into the kitchen, making me jump. I blinked, surprised.

"Were you three just outside... watching me?" I couldn't help but ask, narrowing my eyes at them.

Siddique looked down at my hand, already frowning. "Naaz! Can't you be a little more careful?" Without waiting for an answer, he pulled me toward the sink, flicking on the tap and holding my finger under the cold water.

"Ouch!" I hissed again, wincing.

He didn't let go, though. "You should've called us," he muttered, sounding genuinely irritated.

I pouted, hoping he'd soften a bit, but he kept his eyes on my hand. When he finally led me back to the kitchen island, Rizwan was already waiting, holding the antiseptic and a first-aid box with the most serious expression on his face.

"You guys act like I broke a bone," I mumbled, rolling my eyes. But Rizwan didn't falter-he dabbed the antiseptic on my cut with a stern look. "Don't give me that look, little doctor," I teased, trying to lighten the mood.

Rizwan ignored my jab, putting a bandage over the cut and pressing it gently. "Be careful next time," he said firmly.

To my surprise, Aunt Amina and Siddique echoed him in unison, "Be careful next time."

I gasped, staring at them all. "What is this? Three Khans versus Naaz?"

"Wrong," Siddique said, pulling me close, a smirk tugging at his lips. "We're all Khans now. You're my wife."