"Wo humare wo neighbour hai na, jinke paas wo safed kutta hai, americano skomo dog.." "American Eskimo," he corrected lazily, a small smile tugging at his lips.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ꜱᴀʜᴇʟ ᡣ𐭩 ʜᴀꜰꜱᴀ Tracing her bangles up, he let the silence speak for itself for a while and then muttered, "Aapko choodiyan pasand hai?" He asked, pulling her body closer by her wrist, and now she stood almost between his legs. She was blushing, looking nervous and uneasy but he paid it no mind. "Ji, pasand hai." He hummed, nodding. "Agar mujhse ye toot gayi toh aapko acha nahi lagega na?" He murmured, lifting his other hand, puffing out another air of smoke.

"Shh..." He silenced her gently, bumping his forehead against hers and whispering softly, "This is not how you behave." Shishi didn't struggle; she needed his comfort. Sniffling, she complained, "You started it first." "That's not true, sweetheart." He chuckled, his deep voice resonating as he caressed her head and whispered sweet nothings in her ear. "Have I ever ignored you? You know I could never ignore you, even if I wanted to." As he spoke, he bowed his head and lightly bit her cheek. "It's always you, finding new ways to hurt me," -and then playing the victim, crying so heartbreakingly that it always softened his heart. ... "Your name is too weird, husband." "Name me anything you want, sweets." "Husband, I don't like the shirt you're wearing." "Should I take it off, darling?" "Husband, you're not treating me well." "Punish me however you want, my dear." ... Tₕₑ ₘₒᵣₑ ᵤₙdₑᵣᵣₐₜₑd ₜₕᵢₛ ₛₜₒᵣy ₜᵤᵣₙₛ ₒᵤₜ ₜₒ bₑ, ₜₕₑ bₑₜₜₑᵣ. Gₐₜₑₖₑₑₚₑᵣₛ ₐᵣₑ ₐₚₚᵣₑcᵢₐₜₑd.