C O M P L E T E D
He released a loud sigh, "I have told you so many times. Aa sakta toh zaroor aata."
Pata hai kabhi nahi aayeinge aap. Itni door chale gaye hein humein akela chor ke...
"Ok listen to me now," Kasim whispered, kneeling in front of...
Koi Mujhe aise mistakes Ke baare main batata kyu Nahi hai?????? 😩😩😩😂😂😂🙈🙈🙈🙈
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
LOOK WHAT @hussains_Fakhriya MADE FOR ME 😱😱😱😱😱😍😍😍😍
ITS MY BHAII's BIRTHDAY!!! Shabistaah❤️❤️ so issi khushi main, here is the last chap of the story❤️❤️
~~~MADIHA's POV~~~
"Hussain, I can brush my own teeth," I groaned, seeing his reflection in the mirror. He just shrugged as he came to stand beside me and leaned against the sink. He wouldn't leave my side until I promised him I'll keep the door open and even then, he chose to stand right beside me.
I sighed and concentrated on the toothpaste. Holding the sink with one hand, I brushed my teeth with the other, and then gargled with warm water before he passed me hand towel. My cheek was still sore from inside. I felt like vomiting when I tasted blood in my mouth and ended up spitting in the sink, coughing. Hussain wrapped his arm around my shoulder, supporting me, and kissed my temple as he gently rubbed my arm with his other hand. I wiping my face again before smiling at him.
"Are you sure you can walk?" He asked me, concerned, and I rolled my eyes at him. "For the hundredth time, I c—Hussain!"
I shrieked as he lifted me off the floor before I had a chance to complete. Smiling, he carried me back to our bed in bridal style, while I scowled at him.
"We can fight on this once you get better," he whispered and tap my nose out of nowhere, making me blink that scowl away.
"Here, take your medicines," he turned to the nightstand and took two painkillers out of the leaf before giving them to me with a glass of water.
"That's like my girl!" Hussain chuckled as I swallowed my medicines and suddenly all the memories came rushing back to me. Those lustful smiles, his constant stares, his touch.
'That's like my girl!'
'He didn't touch you, right?'
'You don't know how tempted I am to—'
"Madiha!" I was shaken out of my thoughts by Hussain, who was sitting on his knees in front of me. I looked down at my hands and realised I was shivering. Hussain's hand touched my cheek as tears left my eyes. Quickly raising my hand, I wiped them away, while he sat there, staring at me worriedly.
