- Noor's POV -

"Nadira, you look a little untidy." I comment. Then, I look at Yasir. "Oh, you look a little untidy too. What a damn coincidence."

I look away from Yasir before seeing his reaction.

Not trying to lose my composure right now is the hardest thing I've ever done in my life.

Nadira lets out a playful laugh, "We do, don't we, darling?"

One punch and it's lights out for her.

Don't do it, Noor. Is it worth it? You'll just want to punch her every time she says anything. My more reasonable self argues.

I think you should do it, it's totally worth it. That punch would feel so damn good. Just to see her bleeding on the ground in pain, a masterpiece! My impulsive self comments.

I can tell Yasir's back to staring at Nadira as if he could pick her up and take her home with him, if anyone gave him the chance.

I think back at what he said while we were dancing...

"Is there any way I can make you stop ogling Nadira in front of me?"

"Just step on my feet or something?"

Noor, don't—

I reach up to Yasir, placing a lingering kiss on his cheek with a hand on resting on the opposite cheek for extra impact.

The look on Nadira's face was better than a physical punch. Her expression cracked and her smirk falls into twisted look. If looks could kill, I'm sure I would've been dead because there's definitely bullets shooting through her eyes and steam escaping from her ears.

I wrap my hand around Yasir's, intertwining our fingers.

"Yasir—" she was about to say something but I didn't give her the chance.

"We'll see you around, then, Nadira. Should we head home, Yasu?" I say in my sweetest voice as I pull him behind me in God knows which direction.

That's when I notice Yasir has a hand over the cheek I just impulsively kissed. His eyes are wide from the obvious shock.

"What was that?" He finally breaks the silence.

Oh my God, I just did that.

"You were ogling her. You said I can do whatever to stop it as long as you're alive and unharmed at the end." I state as my cheeks start to burn from blushing too hard. "Where's the car?"

He points at the white Range Rover and I quickly make my way there.

Oh! I haven't seen Munchkin in a while!

I open the passenger door, take a seat and turn back to see Munchkin still sitting in the corner. I grab him and hold him on my lap.

Once Yasir sits down, I announce, "Don't talk to me for the rest of the ride or else I will kick you in the balls, no exceptions."

"Why?" He's seriously confused.

"Why? You're asking me why?" I'm annoyed.

"You kiss me out of nowhere and now you're threatening to kick me in the balls. What's on your mind, Noor Malik? Please, enlighten me." He says in a rather gentle tone.

Why does he suddenly act so nice when I'm trying so hard to stay mad at his stupid self?

"You could've skipped today. You could've chosen another day, any day except today. But no, you had to make sure to disrespect me today, out of all days!" I yell at him.

"To do what? I don't know what you're talking about." He yells back.

"You shagged Nadira tonight, didn't you? You know what? I don't want to talk about it. It's whatever. It doesn't matter. Just drop me off at home." I sigh. I don't have any fight left in me.

I let a few tear drops escape my eyes.

Suddenly, he grabs my face in between in his hands, bringing to close to his as he wipes away the tears with him thumb.

My heart instantly beats louder and I'm paralyzed.

"You always jump to conclusions, don't you? Do you plan on hearing me out?" He asks.

What would there be to hear? It's so obvious.

"I didn't touch Nadira tonight. I'm not an idiot, I wouldn't do that to you tonight. I got into a fight with a drunk guy who called Nadira a few things he shouldn't have after pushing her to the ground." He explains.

She probably deserved it, I think to myself.

"What if you're lying to make me feel better?" I sound like a hurt child; a sniffling mess.

It's making me so upset. I've never been so upset and pained about anything like this. It's... different.

He pulls me into his chest, resting his chin on the top of my head. "I wouldn't do anything with someone else at a party thrown for us. I'm not that cruel."

God, my chest is pulling strings because he's making me feel all types of way.

He pulls away to start the car. "But don't expect me to be nice to you all the time. You know what? I didn't mind the kiss, definitely wouldn't mind if that's how you'll take my mind off of Nadira." He smirks, teasingly.

I hit his arm lightly. "Shut up. Drop me off at home."

"Or my home? We are married..." His voice trails of playfully.

"Yasir Khan, if you don't take me home, I will jump out of this moving vehicle and charge you with attempted kidnapping and murder." I frown.

"Okay, okay. It was just a thought." He laughs.

I know he's joking, it's a way to make me feel better. This is how high school Yasir used to be. He was a big tease, loved making jokes and sarcastic comments.

This is literally the wrong time for high school Yasir to make an appearance because I've already fallen for this man and he's only making this worst.

"What do you say we go on a little trip over the weekend?" He suggests, breaking the silence in the car.

Something isn't right. He's being too forward and kind.

"What's the deal?" I ask,

He looks away from the road for a second, with a look of puzzlement.

"What you're suggesting is a date, mister." I state.

"I am." He confirms.

"For what reason?" I ask.

"We'll be spending quite some time together after, why not get to know each other?" He explains.

"What's in it for you?" I narrow my eyes in suspicion.

He sighs. "I'm serious. It'd be a nice getaway from... just life."

He seems genuine but I refuse to trust to easily. I'm trying to make sure I stay intact.

"Are you sure there's no hidden agenda?" I push the topic.

"Why do you think there's always a hidden agenda?" He asks with a brow raised.

"Because there's always an ulterior motive. If I find out later, I'll—"

"Okay, fine. Nadira and I got into a stupid fight." He finally admits.

Bingo!

"You could've said that right in the beginning. Of course I'll go with you." I agree right away because I'm extremely petty. "Where are we going? I hope its somewhere with a nice view."

"You amuse me, you know that?" He shakes his head.

"It can't be that shocking that any minor inconvenience in Nadira's life gets me hyped." I roll my eyes. "So, what do you have planned?"

"Switzerland?" He suggest... so casually.

I start laughing. "Okay, fun. But where are we actually going?"

"Greece or Norway? Maybe Turkey?"  He keeps suggesting countries in a whole different continent.

"Are you messing with me?" My jaw drops.

"No. Just pick a country." He says.

"If I ask to go to Turkey, you'll actually take me this weekend without saying sike?" I couldn't believe my ears.

He nods. "If you want to go."

"I would like to visit Turkey, please. And if you take it back, I'll go after Nadira first to snatch her soul." I threaten him as joke but... is it really a joke?

"You're a frightening woman sometimes, you know that?" He comments.

I sad giggle erupts from my throat. "Being a little scary is the only way to keep myself from getting hurt sometimes."

He goes quiet after that comment but then clears his throat. "Then it's settled. Pack your bags for a trip to Turkey this weekend. I'll have Rosalie book the tickets."

"God, I'm about to sound like the greediest gold digger, please forgive me, but I have no regrets that I married rich." I start laughing.

Yasir starts chuckling too. "No shame in admitting your fantasies."

"Don't get too cocky. I'm glad I married rich, not that I married you." I smirk.

"Ouch." He pretends to have his feelings hurt. "I'm suddenly about to cancel this trip."

"Wait, no, I'm kidding! I'm glad I married you, wow, what a blessing." My tone intentionally comes out as sarcastic. "A curse disguised as a blessing..." I say quietly.

"What was that?" He brings his hand up to his ear to gesture that he couldn't hear. "I didn't quite catch that."

"Nothing, my rich prince. Keep driving." I smirk.

He flicks my forehead, "Your rich prince will cancel the trip if he is disrespected one more time by his impudent princess."

"Ow!" I massage my temple. "Fine..."

I just want my trip to Turkey! But on the inside... I'm actually looking forward to spending some time with Yasir without being interrupted by that churail.

Hopefully he doesn't tell her about this or else I will push him off the nearest cliff and claim his life insurance, bathing in the money I would deserve for being heartbroken.

A two-day trip to a country I've only dreamt of visiting with the supposed man of my dreams. I laugh at the thought of how I went from being irritated by this man to being irritatingly in love with this man.

My heart's in dangerous territory now... one wrong move made by either Yasir or myself, it'll shatter.

Let's forget that for a moment and think about my trip to Turkey!

Can you tell I'm just thrilled for this trip?

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- A/N -

• You guys were hating on Yasir so much last chapter but I already had it planned that he didn't do anything stupid. BUT THE WAY HE WAS BEING ATTACKED IN CHAPTER 29, I WAS SCARED FOR HIM. 💀

• Also, a sudden trip to Turkey for our unstable couple lol... ugh I wish that was me. I also wish I was as wealthy as this rich prince, LMAOO!

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