𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐲𝐚 𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐲𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢? He questioned tears brimming out of his eyes.
𝐉𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐲𝐚 𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐲𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢 ?! She replied with
great agony controlling her heart.
- ★
𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐥 𝐀𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐝 !
Strong yet delicate flo...
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"A R S A L A A N give it back to me " minahil tried taking the envelope from my hand but I swayed it away throwing it inside the little trash bin near my car seat.
" hush, stay quite we need to get away from this place really quick " i informed starting the car.
" why the hell did you threw it in the trash bin Arsalaan !!" she yelled angrily.
I completely ignored her and drove faster towards the mansion , not so soon after we reached, I saw minahil grunting and grumbling.
she purposely bumped her shoulder into mine and walked upstairs without speaking anything.
I followed her back and entered the room, she was standing in front of the huge mirror of the dressing table, she was taking off the earring tops & wrist watch from her wrist.
" okay but it seems like my begum is mad at me. " I whispered in her ear standing just behind her back.
" well Arsalaan I'm, but you know what just leave it. " she replied boringly crossing her arms around her chest turning towards me.
" itna gussa sehat ke liye theek nahi, aap toh har baat par naraz ho jati hai !" I spoke out placing my palms on her arms.
" toh mat dilao na gussa " she jerked my hands away slowly and walked inside the shower quickly grabbing her stuffs.
I sighed in disbelief at her actions, mood swings nahi bhai ye toh mood ka rollercoaster hai.
I was now making the dinner for all of us, as I planned cooking all the meals for the day.
Soon after my grump was out I got freshened & dressed into my comfy - cozy wear, trying to talk to my angry wife but she completely ignored my freaking existence, making me leave the room in annoyance.
i was making chicken tikka biryani & mutton kabab, as side dish and I know how good of chef I'm, also half the process is done. i was frying the kabab's on the fry pan when my wife entered the kitchen with her angry facade still on.
" I'm famished, so you're making dinner ?" she asked boringly caressing her stomach.
" yes begum jaan , I'm making the dinner & I swear you'll love it" I teased with a wink.
" oh well, let's see " she rolled her eyes at me.
" so what's for dinner shorhar jee ?" she asked again with some extra force on the last words and played along.
" me " I teased with a smirk plastering my lips.
" you know what ! I would rather starve !!" she pressed her lips to control her smile and rolled her eyes walking outside the kitchen.
I chuckled hardly at her behaviour. She's mad angry & adorable at the same time.
After when the food was prepared, the house helps arranged the dining area and I helped serving the food ' as it was cooked by me, the chef ', all of the family gathered in the dining table sitting in their respective seats.
