This is my first story is there is any grammar mistake or a silly mistake please ignored.
She is Noor of my eyes and he is sultan of my heart.
Arrange marriage
King × lawyer/ businesswoman
cold × Introvert
Noor -ul-aan is 5.5 height medium skin to...
Hasnain shared that he was feeling frustrated due to his work, and he was upset because his wife had watched a movie without him.
Despite her attempts to reach out to him throughout the day, he ignored her calls. Upon arriving home, he was greeted by his family, including his mother who advised him to freshen up.
However, his wife was nowhere to be found. Later, he saw her in the hall wearing a beautiful light pink outfit, looking sad and tired. During dinner, he was impressed by the delicious food prepared for him, describing it as heavenly.
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When asked by his mother how the meal was, he expressed his gratitude. When Noor-ul-aan brought water for his father, she mentioned that she had a hand in preparing the meal, leaving Hasnain speechless and grateful for the effort put into the food.
Zayn said, "Bhai, you should give some present to Bhabhi Ma for making you feel special today."
He was right; I should give something to her. Till the day of my life, no one has made me feel this special, but she did. "Yeh, I will," I thought as I went towards my room.
Today, My Noor was not following me. As I turned back to see her, she was going towards the kitchen on our floor. After some time, when I went to my room, she came in with a cake in her hands and stood in front of me.
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Noor-ul-aan said, "Sorry, Hasnain ji, I should not have left you alone while watching the movie; I should have asked you once."
Sobbing, Hasnain firstly took the cake from her hands and placed it on the table, then hugged her and said, "Baccha, don't cry; you know I hate tears in your eyes."
Noor-ul-aan said, "Why haven't you talked to me since last night?" with hiccups.
Hasnain replied, "I was angry with you." She stopped crying, moved back from the hug, and said, "When I was angry, you were troubling me, and when you became angry, you didn't talk to me, so I will also not talk to you."
She said, "Stay away from me," with a straight face and moved to the end of the couch. He asked, "What if I don't?" and moved toward her.
She turned her face to the other side. "Why don't you listen to me?" she said in anger and tried to get up. He held her hand and pulled her, but accidentally she sat on his lap.
"You also won't listen to me. Did I complain to you about that?" he said, sliding his hands through her hair and undoing her braid.
"When did I not listen to you?" she asked him out of curiosity, having the confidence that she listened to him. "Should I say 'Begum'?" he mocked, raising one eyebrow at her.
She tried to get up, but he held her more tightly by her waist. "Leave me!" she said, furrowing her eyebrows at him.
He completely ignored her and said, "When I told you not to go in the kitchen, then why did you go?" She turned to the other side and, feeling nervous, said, "I love cooking for my family."
