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Ch 26: Sweet Kisses

I think I failed to make it clear in the last chapter. I didn't mean to hurt anyone.

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~~~MADIHA's POV~~~

I woke up from the sound of something falling. Parting my eyelids, I spotted Hussain bending down to pick up something.

"Shit," he cursed as he ran a hand through his hair, messing them up. He still looked..... Perfect.

"Good morning," I yawned, catching his attention. He looked up, surprised, and then smiled.

"Sorry I woke you up," he sighed, standing up again. In his hand, was a file.

"Am I late or are you early?" I asked him.

"I am early, Just a little worked up," he ran a hand through his hair again. Sighing, I got off the bed and walked up to him, "don't be. Trust me, you will do great."

He just shrugged, not really agreeing with me.

"Just relax Hussain. Sab ho jaayega," I told him. He sighed, nodding at me, and I smiled.

"I'll go and freshen up," picking up my towel and clothes, I went inside the washroom to take a quick shower. After changing, I went to the kitchen to prepare tea for everyone and found Rabia in there already.

"Lagta hai Sab sort out ho Gaya, hmm?" I asked, seeing her smiling.

"Sort out?" She chuckled while chopping capsicum, "he planned a proper holiday too.... And so, we are going shopping today! Waise bhi ghar main karne Ko Kuch Nahi hota"

"Shopping—"

"Yaar Mera button!" I was about to speak when Hussain came running into the kitchen.

"Look at this now," he huffed, showing me his shirt, and Rabia leaned in to keep her chin on my shoulder. "Dekho kitna pyaara hai. Apne aap Roz nikal jata hai."

"Please laga do?" Hussain asked me, ignoring Rabia, and she nudged me from behind. "Kitne pyaaaar Se Bol raha hai. Laga do naaw!"

I looked at her from the corner of my eye and cleared my throat. How much more embarrassing can this get?

"Chalein," I whispered and took the shirt from Hussain. Why does he keep doing this?

He walked silently behind me as I huffed, going back to the room. Opening his cupboard, I gave him another shirt, "here you go."

"What? No! I want to wear black!" He protested, looking down at the pale yellow shirt with an expression of disgust. I sighed and pulled out another black one. "Here."

Keeping his hands on his hips, He shook his head again, "but I want—"

"Oh ho! Chup chap pehen lo," I narrowed my eyes at him, before he could finish what he was saying, and turned away from him.