Dedicating this chapter to
@lazordy
@gazallabibi
@asha50adams!
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Ahmed's POV:
Tonight was our second night at the beach house and I regret coming here with Sandal. She spent more time admiring the sea rather than me.
Great, I am being jealous of the sea now...
I sighed and start changing channels. My mind was continuously circling around to the kiss we share today or more like the kiss I stole today. It could've been better than that but she ...
Argh! Forget it.
"Suniye, where is the other bag?" Sandal asked me coming out of the room.
Suniye????
Once I hated this typical Pakistani women's way of calling their husband ... Why can't they simply call their names? I like Sandal called me by my name, which rarely happens but... somehow 'suniye' sounds cuter. It held a shyness and hesitation that makes me smile every time she uses this word.
"Which other bags?" I asked without moving my eyes from the TV.
"The brown one has other clothes in it." I remained silent for a moment.
The brown one...???
"There wasn't any other bag Sandal." I said when I failed to recall anything about other bags.
"There was, Zohma told me she packed my remaining clothes in it."
"But I don't recall somethin-"
I stopped in the middle when I remember Sadiq Chachu (our housekeeper) asked me to put other bags in the car and I said no.
"Oops!" I said looking at Sandal and her eyes widened.
"Don't tell me you forgot it in the home." And I gave her an apologetic smile."What should I wear now? I only have this dress... and it's not comfortable to sleep in."
"Where are the other clothes?"
"They all are dirty." Her voice raised a bit which made me turn my full attention to her.
Oh! She is angry...
"You know how to wash cloths right? So wash them."
"We don't have a washing machine here or any washing powder... so what should I use? Shampoo or regular soap and even if I wash it with shampoo it will not be dry soon." She said putting her hands on her hips.
So she has this side of her too...
I slowly walked to her and bring her to the wardrobe holding her hand. I took out one of my t-shirts and handed it over to her.
"You can change into this."
"I-I cannot wear this." She returned it to me.
"Why not?"
"It's yours."
"So what?"
"So nothing ... I am not wearing it"
What the hell!
"Fine, then don't complain. I am leaving this shirt here. Wear if you want or sleep with this uncomfortable dress of yours." I threw the shirt on the bed and start walking out of the room.
Why does she always do the opposite of what I said to her ???
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Sandal's POV:
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