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      "Yeh tel uchal kyun raha hai!" Shehnaaz step back from huge pot in which she just put onions and oil fly back

"Ese daalogi toh yahi hoga na!" Dadi-jaan was annoyed by constant wince of Shehnaaz in kitchen. She looked at younger girl who was pushing hair away from her sweaty face that she has pulled in very lose ponytail behind

"Toh kese daalte hai? Jesa apne bola wese he kiya na!" She pouted keeping hands on her waist. Dadi-jaan groan

"Tumhe khaana banana he kyun hai! Phely toh maut ati thi ab tumhe pata nahi kaha se yeh idea aya ke aj kitchen mein jakr sabka jeena haram krti hoon" Dadi-jaan snatched spatula from her to stirred onions in pot which she has long forgotten

"Mujhe sidharth ke liye banana tha" Shehnaaz spoke in low voice twitching her lips "Ap hathe mein krdongi" She grabbed spatula back from dadi-jaan to do it herself

"Tumhe kese pata usko daal chawal pasnad hai?" Dadi asked

"Mene maham se poocha" She murmured

    Dadi-jaan was actually glad that Shehnaaz was doing efforts to save their marriage. Shehnaaz is so different when she's doing something willingly unlike before. She can also see Sidharth's behaviour she won't blame him, man has gotten stressed and depressed in these month after overthinking about this. She never looked at him with genuine smile so it will be surprising for him to know she has started liking him but her making these little efforts will work just fine

"Aram se hath na jal jaye" Dadi-jaan scolded as she was adding Tarka in daal and she has already burned her hand few times while cooking just daal chawal. A simple meal to cook according to dadi-jaan

   Shehnaaz made her way out of kitchen in such a hurry that she bumped into hard chest of her husband who was on phone call. She rubbed her forehead ready to school whoever has kept buttons instead of eyes but she zipped her mouth when she lifted her eyes to met his who's eyes were on his phone on ground probably done for good now. His jawline clenched

"Oh sorry!" She crouched down to pick his phone that's panel seems to be broken badly. She with guilt in her face stands up and turn to him

"Yeh chal jayegi dekhna" She spoke glancing at him. I don't think so

He sighed looking away after taking phone from her hands and looked back when noticed red oil burn bruise just above her wrist. He lifted eyes to look at her, messy hair pulled in lose ponytail and sweat dripping from side of her head travelling down her neck and disappearing into her blouse. She smells like any other housewife does. Since when does his pampered wife decide to enter kitchen willingly because as far as he remembers dadi-jaan has stopped making her do things

"Agar tumhe careful hona nahi ata kitchen mein toh jati he kyun ho?" He asked

"Apne shohar ke liye" She answered sweetly looking at him with genuine smile and soft eyes that held no fierceness in them. No sarcasm, no fake smiles. His heart skip a beat at her genuine smile. She's really beautiful He thought shoving hands in pocket of his khaki pants as he grew closer her

"It's hard to believe that someone who was asking for divorce 6 months ago has taken sudden liking in me" His eyes finds hers. She looks at him through her lashes as he grew closer enough

"It's hard to believe kyun ke apne kabhi meri tarf dekha he nahi in 6 months mein to know how much I have missed you and crave you. Your touch" Her voice was low. Sudden wave of desire made his eyes darken, she missed his touch. He bring his hand to push hair from her face gently

"You have your chance meri jaan. Just go back to living like before with no wife tag okay you are just confused it's okay" He patted her cheeks gently before taking steps to leave "And do put some ice on that or else it will be bad" He turn to tell her before disappearing upstairs

   Was it that hard to believe that she has feeling for him. She sighed before looking down at her bruised arm and walked back into kitchen to get some ice for it from fridge and later get changed into new clothes since these one were sweaty

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"It's amazing!"
"Yummiest"

    Aryaan and Zain compliment her after having the daal she made. She knows it wasn't that good and they are literally exaggerating but she couldn't help and smiled at them

    Her father hasn't spoke to her and she doesn't blame him. She was one who use to cry hugging him that she wants to leave from here. She can't live among these people and when she had chance she completely ruined it not that she care anymore but surely her father was disappointed. She knows he was just concerned about her how she's gonna live her whole life in between of people who doesn't even like her

    She will stay and tolerate them for sake of her husband because she knows he can't be separated from them and she can't from him not anymore

    She watched her husband in anticipation to say something after putting spoon in his mouth but he didn't say anything just continued eating normally. How dare he! She has did this much mehnat for only him, she never even gave glass of water to her father and she has made whole meal for him to just stuff it in his mouth with no words!

"MashaAllah taste toh hai tumahre hatho mein!" Dadi-jaan smiled praising her. She blushed

"Sach mein" Dada-jaan agreed. She wants to tell them stop now because she's getting all shy with compliments

"Daal he toh banaye hai saar per kyun chada rahe ho use ap sab log" Amaira phupho decided to open her mouth and spit some venom. Gosh Shehnaaz never liked this woman and never understood what's  her freaking problem

"Apko-"

    Shehnaaz was cut off by loud voice of spoon been thrown in plate. Everyone got silent as they looked at Sidharth who was now glaring at elder woman sitting beside Mrs alam. Shehnaaz can feel that dark and intimidating aura around him

"Rules bhool gayi ap apne is ghar mein rehne ke?" His tone was deadly deep. Tension was filled in room as non of them dare to speak a word "Agar is ghar mein rehna hai toh meri biwi ke bare mein ek alfaz nahi" He reminds her

"Sabko pata hai tum dono talaq lene wale ho!" She stands up furiously. Shehnaaz frown at her

"Amaira!" Dada-jaan's shout made Phupho immediately sit back in her seat

"I don't see how's that you business?" Shehnaaz asked elder woman. Dadi-jaan sighed heavily not knowing whom to stop anymore

"It's everyone's business especially when it comes to him because he's leader of house and agar use uski biwi nahi sambhalti toh ghar kya sambhale ga!" Amaira said

"Bakwas band karo apni amaira!" Alam glared at his younger sister for her own good

"Apne apna shohar sambhala! Baithi hui ho apne maa baap ke ghar!" Shehnaaz snapped back making her gasp and looked at everyone. Shehnaaz didn't regret what she said and stood there with folded arms

   Sidharth's poke his inner cheek with pissed expressions pushing plate away and standing up, maham hold his hand with sacred expressions before he walks upto Amaira phupho and knock some sense in her

"Bhai chor den" She whisper looking at him. She just doesn't want her brother to get into this mess. He already has enough on his plate

"Shehnaaz yeh kya baadtameezi hai?" Alam glared at his daughter for speaking like that with elder woman"Apologise right now!" He ordered. Shehnaaz wide her eyes in disbelief at amaira's smirk

"Baba-"

"My wife won't apologise to any fucking one" Sidharth's word held authority and dominance

"Leki-"

"Idhar ayo Shehnaaz" He cut off amaira and looked at his wife

    She glanced at her father who was disappointed in her but he should say see the way she was talking about her and Sidharth. It's not acceptable that she can say anything just because she's elder. She should also know her limits if she wants respect from younger ones

"Shehnaaz mene kahan idhar ayo" Sidharth demanded

    She walked tomorrow him. He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of dining hall, leaving everyone behind kinda stunned. His grip was tighten around her hand, he pushed her in room and closed door behind

"Tum bhi apna muh band rakho karo let me talk with these people" He said taking off his coat and throwing it on bed furiously

"Mein bhi jawab de sakti hoon!" She grumped folding arms across her chest

"Oh trust me I fucking know" He said

"You know nothing about me! Apko lagta hai you know lekin apko yeh tak nahi pata ke mujhe apse alag nahi hona!" She yells throwing hand in air. He suddenly was taking intimidating steps closer her she wide her eyes and step back until her back of knees touched bed 

"How would I know! Kabhi tumhe Kya chahiye kabhi kya!" He didn't stop even after she fells back looking at him with doe eyes. Before she could get up, he hover over her body with one knee beside her thing and one hand resting beside her face. He leaned closer making her breath hitched

"Kya chahiye tumhe" His voice came out low as he looks down into her eyes

"Mujhe ap chahiye" She whispered

   Her saying theses words without any hidden motive made him feel things. He never imagined after his heartbreak that he will hear these words coming out of her mouth. She has no idea how much he loves her and for that he was ready to even lose her if that means she's happy. He tried to keep her out of his mind but it was like impossible and today her saying this has officially ruin all his efforts to stay away from him because he finds himself being pulled towards her once again

"Kehti raho jab tak ke mujhe yaqeen aye" He demanded staring down at her. Hues of blush spread on her cheeks at his stare

"Mujhe ap chahiye Sidharth" Her voice was low and sultry enough to awake hidden darkest desires in any man and he was her husband after all. The desperation in her voice reminds him of the night she got drunk

"You have no idea what you are doing to me Naaz" He hand came to gently stroke her cheeks with his knuckles. That look in her eyes. He can sell himself for that. She kept her hand over his arm looking at him, she looks so pretty under him, hair spread on bed and breathing uneven

"I want you in my life forever-" All control he had was gone within seconds and he smashed his lips onto hers. Only he knows how long he has waited to do this

His kiss set her on fire and it took all her will not to kiss him back with equal passion she could hear the low groan in his chest, before he traced his teeth over her bottom lip and bite it making her whimper in pain

His right hand griped nape of her neck and other on waist before he kissed her harder. He used hand on her waist to push her legs apart and getting in between them creating friction as he moved his hips against hers

"Sidharth" She moaned into kiss

He used the chance to invade her mouth his lips kissed down her smooth neck, tilting her head back in the process. He gave her last kiss on cheeks before getting up with slightest smirk as he saw her dumbfounded expression

"By the way I still don't believe you" He wiped corner of his mouth. She gasp reaching out for cushion and throw at him which he dodged

"Kiss krne ke baad you don't believe me huh!" She throw another pillow at him right after which hit his head and he let out groan. She stands up as well glaring at him

"What do you mean can't I kiss my wife? Poora haq hai mujhe" He reminds with slightest smile on his face at her grumped expressions "And that daal was worst don't ever make it again" He said making her gasp

"Mene itni mehnat ki apke liye just to hear this!" Her lips curved in pout

"Achaa ab rona mat it was okay" He nodded. She was still pouting and got closer him. He stood there looking at his dramatic wife

"Kya?" He raised his eyebrow

"Just okay?" She asked making cutest face. Okay he was melting here, she just looks so fucking cute and eatable

"Zeher lagti ho jab ese faces banati hoo" He pushed her away when she was tugging on his sleeves. She groan rolling her eyes and slapped his arm making him let out low chuckle