His Hidden Crush

Chapter 17

Ayat POV:

Fuck!! It shouldn't have happened. I should've behaved. That's exactly was going in my mind until he uttered those words. I got to see a new version of him today.

I didn't knew he was like this before.
Well, he wasn't your husband before either. My inner voice mocked me. Yeah that's true.

It wasn't like we had done something explicit. It was just a few seconds skin contact yet my cheeks heated thinking about it. It felt sinfully so right.
It was legally right, morally… I don't know.

Changing my lehnga into my favorite pink pajamas –hope he wouldn't mind it– I stepped out of the shower. Standing in front of the sink, I was contemplating whether to exit the bathroom yet or not. My cheeks turned crimson in color thinking about what we did here a few minutes ago. The last thing I expected from him was to touch me.

Was it because of the ritual or did he want it himself?!

Finally deciding to go out, I inhaled a deep breath to calm myself. Surrounded by nervousness, with my rapid heartbeat, I exited the bathroom quietly in the hope of him being asleep already.

Entering the room, the first thing I saw was him. Laying on the bed, already changed in a white t-shirt and black sweatpants with his legs hanging off, I saw him staring at the gray ceiling of the room with a great focus. He seemed to be thinking something.

Sensing my presence, he rose from the bed and strided right in my direction. “Relax, butterfly.” Standing in front of me, he said to me. “I am relaxed.” I told him. “You are gripping your arms so tightly.” He commented, pointing towards my arms around my chest in my tight grip. An ‘oh’ came out of my mind before I released my arms from my grip.

He stared at me thoughtfully for how long I didn't know. He must be thinking how much of a big fool I was. Tugging my bottom lip under my teeth, I moved my gaze from his hazel eyes to the dark wooden floor. Before I could think of something utterly bizarre once again, he took my hand in his and dragged me towards the bed.

O mere Allah, what was he planning to do??

He sat me on the edge of the bed which was now deprived of red and white petals of flowers and himself sat on his knees in front of me. It felt awkward, him on his knees in front of me when he's my husband. “Butterfly, eyes on me.” Seeing my gaze on his shirt’s collar, he demanded.

Swallowing the lump that formed in my throat, my dark brown orbs met with his hazel one and my heart stopped. The way he was looking at me, it felt like he was trying to peep in my soul. It did something in my stomach. “I want you to share whatever is going on in this pretty brain of yours with me.” Still looking into my eyes, he said in his gentle voice.

“Nothing is going on.” I lied so smoothly. I didn't want to share these thoughts with him even when he's my husband. I didn't want him to judge me.
“Why do you even try to lie when you know you are a terrible liar?.” He immediately questioned, my cheeks flushed.
How did he??? Nvm, I knew, I couldn't lie.

“Please, butterfly. I am requesting you to share your thoughts with me.” Placing my small soft hands in his large rough ones, he begged.
Omg, what's he doing? I opened my mouth to stop him but shook his head at me, stopping me from doing so.

“I am your husband, your other half. You can say anything to me, either about what you want to wear or about not liking the book you are reading currently. Anything. Ok?” He looked into my eyes and continued. “I vow to be with you my whole life and you should know I never back off from my words.” Goosebumps rose on my body and butterflies took flight in my stomach.