Black hearts meet Red

Chapter 41

Hey Girls !!

This chapter is much of a filler one, but its filled with all the sweet moments .. ;)

Hope you enjoy !!

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Arsalan

The woman placed the tea cup before me and walked out of the bedroom.Her actions caused me to frown deeply- as if I was a little boy getting ready for school as his mother prepared his lunch and breakfast.Narrowing my eyes at the tea cup, I sighed out deeply.

Shrugging the jacket off my shoulders, I walked to the wardrobe trying to find a different shirt instead of the dark blue one.Picking out a crisp white shirt, I stripped the darker one.Pulling the white fabric across my arms, I started to button it when-

When I saw the loosening thread of the button making me hiss out in annoyance.

Shit.

Now what??

My mind almost rushed the thoughts of Zarah's tips like a hard slap on my face.Her words playing in my mind like a mantra now.

Bhai if you pluck the buttons out of your shirts and ask Amal bhabi to sew them for you then it would be so-

Rubbing a hand past my jaw, I glanced at the bedroom door.The woman probably in the her favorite place kitchen.I was in no way changing this shirt too- I thought.Deciding on a decent idea, I called out for my wife's help.

" Amal-"I called out loudly.

A second passed as the gorgeous woman came inside the bedroom.Her form stopping by the door frame.How should I say it?

Scratching the back of my neck, I thought of dismissing the idea but it was very late now as the woman stared expectantly.

" C-could you fix this?"I asked pointing to the top button.Her lips parted slightly before she nodded her head.Looking through the cabinets she took a box out.With the needle and thread in her hand, she extended her other arm towards me.

" Your shirt?"She asked softly making me wrinkle my eyebrows.My charcoal eyes moving down to look at the button.

" Do it with me wearing it."I stated brushing my hair back seeing the woman cast me an incredulous look.Shaking her head she said,

" Why don't you wear another shirt?"

She moved towards the wardrobe as she looked at the hangers.

" Amal, I want to wear white today.And I am not changing it as its the fifth shirt I've changed into."

The woman turned around, her grey eyes looking up at mine.Her body stiffened but she nodded and moved towards me.

Taking another step closer to me, she started her work.Her shaking fingers took the fabric of my white shirt in her grip, before she starting to sew the button like an expert.The thin needle in between her slim and long fingers as she tucked the button.