Bride For 7 Months ( Book 1 of #Brides of Ozturks series)

Chapter 36__The Grand Gesture

Abdul Razzaq's POV-

"Here's your extra sweet and bitter chocolate mocha, madam." I hand Kulsum the coffee mug as she was sitting on the garden bench.

"Why thank you, mister." She flashed a grin, her cheekbones lifting her cheeks as she gestured me to sit beside her.
We were in our back yard, doing things a married couple do.

I take a seat beside her with a hot cup of caý on a lazy late afternoon. It has been a week since we came back from London and everything seems to be going well.
I hope...

My chain of thoughts broke as my attention went to her, taking a sip of her drink.
"Mmhmm," A pleasure groan escaped her mouth as she leaned her head back.

"Blimey! It's perfect." She turned towards me with her most adorable smile. Her hazel eyes shone in the bright sunshine, the lavender coloured hijab is bringing out her freckles.

"I know, just like you." I leaned in closer and gently kissed her forehead. Her eyelids dropped, her cheeks flushed with pink.
Wallahi I love each and every thing about her.

"Let me taste your tea- I mean caý." My lips curled into a smirk. She knows I don't like it when people call it tea instead of caý and even though I wouldn't mind her, she make sure not to say it.

I hand her the cup as I watched her bringing it to her full pink lips, her eyes widened in disgust as she spit it all out.
"I'm sorry, but this is the most disgusting drink ever." She coughed, handing me my cup back as I chuckled and patted her back.

"How the hell do you even like it?" She sneered, taking a big sip of her coffee.
"I think it's better because it doesn't include any unnecessary diabetic ingredients." I taunted, earning a dramatic scoff from her.

We sat in silence for a while, the chirping of birds returning to their nests at sunset, the cool breeze rustling the tress and soft grass touched our feet.

I honestly never paid attention to any of these things, until she walked in my life. I started noticing and appreciating things more. The more I see her the more world looks beautiful to me.

"When was the first time you drank that by the way?" She finally broke the silence.
"Because Zakariya drink smoothies or carbonated drinks, Aslihan loves mocha too, your parents drink black coffee, then how come you drink that?" She added.

Her question made me smile as I go back to the memories.
"It was my grandmother." I turned towards her. "When I was little my grandmother once took me to the 'grand bazaar' of Istanbul to make me try street foods. I loved it and that's where she made me try the Turkish caý and I never let it go since." I tell her as she listened to me keenly, her knuckles bent under her chin.

"Whoa! That's some story. So you learned to make it?" She asked.
"Yes, but it's never as good as that bazaar." My voice dropped bleakly.

"So why don't you go there again?" She furrowed her eyebrows.
"Because of work." I broke the eye contact, and it's not completely a lie.

"You're the CEO. Nobody's gonna kill you if you take a day off." Her voice raised as she shook her head.
"Yes, but it's okay." I reply blankly.

"What is it that you're not telling me?" She narrowed her eyes as she asked in a suspicious tone.
"Nothing." I answer.
"It's not nothing, come on tell me." She whined and pulled her doe eyes trick card and it worked.

"Fine, I hate crowds. It's the busiest place in the city and those loud noise, the yelling and people pushing each other is one thing I hate the most." I confess, rubbing my palm on my face.