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Tum se hi din hota hai
Surmaiye shaam aati
Tumse hi tumse hi

Har ghari saans aati hai
Zindagi kehlati hai
Tumse hi tumse hi

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"Mrs. Wajdan!" Amal swirled as Elif came strolling in her direction. She was currently examining the lovely garden in their backyard. The numerous blossoms freshened her soul.

"Elif! I told you not to call me Mrs. Malik. Just Amal is fine," Amal scowled removing the gloves from her hands.

"Okay, Mrs. Malik."

"Elif."

"Sorry Mrs. Malik, here, your phone, Mr. Malik has been trying to call you," she exclaimed pushing her phone in Amal's hand and hurrying inside. Amal stared at her back in confusion.

She looked down at her phone and saw 5 missed calls. All of them from her husband.

It had been almost a week since their dinner date and the couple had gotten quite comfortable with each other. She was discovering a lot of things about Wajdan. Firstly, everyone was correct about him. He was a rigidly serious person. Under the handsome stoic face, there was boiling lava.

However, the startling news was that he acted fine in front of her. Either he was suffering from a split personality disorder or she had some special privileges. She highly agreed it was the first option. The perfect specimen diverted into a tedious devil in other individuals' presence.

Secondly, she had acquiesced he hated people. More than he should. He couldn't even stand his siblings. This dramatic man.

Two days ago, they had been invited to a dinner with their family, and had refused by saying he had work. When in reality, his work was cuddling. More like crushing her with his weight. He was a giant baby.

Amal called him back.

"The number you're trying to call is turned off-"

"Huh?"

She tried again a few times but his phone was powered off.

He must have gotten himself occupied with work. She muttered getting herself busy with the flowers. She was going to join Hospital tomorrow and was excited. She felt bored at home since Wajdan had to go to work.

She didn't know how long she sat in the garden when her phone rang again. She grabbed her phone thinking it would be Wajdan but It was her brother-in-law, Hamza.

"Hello?"

"Hello meri pyari bhabhi kesi hain aap?" She heard a loud chirp making her slightly move the phone away from her ears.
(Hello my dear sister-in-law, how are you?)

"Mai theek hun, tum kesey ho?" she smiled walking inside.
(I am fine, how are you?)

"Arrey na pochein bhabhi, ham mazlom logo pe apke miyan bohot zulm kar rahey hain," Hamza huffed making her laugh.
(Don't even ask, your cruel husband is tormenting our poor souls.)

"Hasein nahi bhabhi, apne unko jalld mode me nahi dekha abhi," Hamza spoke when he heard Amal's laugh.
(Don't laugh, you have not seen him in his evil mode.)

"Hua kia hai?"

"Pochein kia nahi hua, Turkey wale office me ek problem hogaya hai aur bhai ne subho se ham sab ko suli pe khara kiya hua," Hamza started with exasperation.

(What happened?)
(You should ask what did not happen, there has been a problem in our Turkey office and Bhai is victimizing us since morning.)

"Kesi problem?"

"Wo bas kuch orders misplace hogaye hain aur unka record nahi mil raha, lekin wo to aur masla hai, filhal masla bhai ka mood hai, "Hamza huffed, "he has fired 3 people in one day, meri bat sunein aap office aayen aur inko ghar leke jayen take inka dimag theek ho."

(What problem?)
(Some orders are misplaced and there is no record of them, however, that is another problem the issue, for now, is Brother's mood, he has fired 3 people till now. Listen to me bhabhi, please come here and take him with you so he cools down.)

Her eyes widened at that. She? How could she?

"Mai kese Hamza, these are work matters he will mind-"

"No Bhabhi! He will not mind. Bas aap hi hain  jinke samne mene unhe normal behave karte dekha, please bhabhi thori si help kardein apne becharey devar ki."

(How can I Hamza? These are work-related matters, he will get mad-)
(No bhabhi! He won't. I have only seen him behave like a normal human in front of you, please help your brother-in-law a little.)

"Hamza-"

"Please bhabhi he needs to calm down nahi to pata nahi kitne aur logo ko farig karein ge wo aj," Hamza insisted.

"Acha meri bat karwao unse," Amal released a breath. She didn't think It was a good idea to go to his office. What If he lashed out at her too? She didn't want to test her theory of his having a split personality disorder.

(Please bhabhi, he needs to calm down or I don't know how many employees he will get rid of.)
(Let me talk to him.)

"Acha wait."

Anal heard shuffling on the other end and a minute later she heard a door open,

"Bhai ye phone-"

"Dışarı. Get out Hamza."

"Bhai-"

"I said out!" Amal shuddered as the yell sounded from the other end. Was this the same Wajdan who had left giving her a forehead kiss in the morning?

"Sun liya aapne? Meri koi galti bhi nahi," Hamza murmured.

"Hamza ye itne gusse me kyu  hain?"

"Koini aksar inko ye dora parta rehta hai, aap ayen to office," Hamza lightened the mood with a laugh.

(Did you hear? It's not even my fault.)
(Why is he so angry Hamza?)
(Don't worry, he is like this often, you come to the office.)

"Agar wo zyada gussa huey to?"

"Nahi honge, ye akhri stage hai," he laughed making her scowl.

"Hamza."

(What If he gets angrier?)
(No he won't, this is his last stage.)

"Mazak kar raha hun bhabhi, aajyen apko kuch nahi kahein gi pata hai mujhe."

"Tumhey kese pata?"

"Mene dekha haina apke sath unko, wese bhi ap to begum hain kan se pakar ke leke jayen unhe," Hamza fooled and Amal couldn't even chuckle.

(I'm kidding bhabhi, please come, he won't do anything to you.)
(How are you so sure?)
(I have seen him with you, also you are his wife, you shall drag him out by holding his ears.)

'What was he putting her into?'

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Amal took an in-depth puff staring at the classic glass building in front of her.

The Maliks.

"Aajayen bibi jee," she tautened her hold on the bag of cupcakes in her hand. She had brought Vanilla cupcakes for him. He didn't like sweets but they could help cool his temper...maybe. She didn't know how he would react but she had no other option. Hamza had said he would come and kidnap her If she didn't come on her own. Evil boy. (Let's go, Mam.)

She followed the driver as he took her to the reception but before she took another step she heard a loud exclaim,

"Bhabhi! Shuakr hai you're here, jaldi aayen, Safan tum ghar jao" she remained shocked as Hamza hauled her through the fancy floor and elevator to the top floor in front of his office.
(Finally bhabhi, come with me, you can leave Safan.)

"Jayen andar," Hamza pushed her a little towards the door and she glared at him. (Enter.)

"I don't think this is a good idea," she spoke.

"This is the best possible idea, just seduce him a little-"

"Hamza! Shut up!" Amal whisper-yelled and he laughed.

"Please bhabhi, jitna jaldi ho saktey bhai ko ghar le jayen," Hamza exclaimed saluting her once and running away like five years old. (Take him home as soon as possible.)

She could only shake her head at his antics.

'Weirdo.'

"Rukeinn!"

"Ab kia?" Amal scoffed when she saw Hamza running towards her once again. (What now?)

"Kan karein," he whispered looking around and she narrowed her eyes at him.
(Bring your ear closer.)

"What is it?" she asked raising her brow.

"Give him a kiss If possible," Hamza whispered with a wink and Amal shrieked.

"Hamza!"

"Okay bhabhi! Best of luck!" And with that, he disappeared leaving a flushed Amal behind.

She wondered why they had not kissed yet. She would not have been this flustered otherwise.

'Besharam' She clamored.
(Shameless.)

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Discarding a log whiff she pushed the mahogany door to his office only to halt after hearing a deep sound,

"I told you to fucking leave me alone Hamza!"

She gulped taking in his disheveled form. He had gotten rid of the coat and tie he wore in the morning. His hair was a mess. He had his head plopped on the leather chair, his eyes closed.

The table in front of him was a mess too. The documents and stationery were scattered. She stepped inside and the door closed behind her with a thud.

"I said fucking-" Wajdan's words died as his dim obsidian eyes clashed with her amiable ambers. An audible sigh escaped his lips.

Amal shuddered at his outburst. She decided to make a run before he did something. She took a step back mumbling hastily,

"I...I can leave If you want, It was Hamza, he insisted-"

"Come here." She halted as his rasp echoed in the silence. She felt her throat become dry. He was looking straight into her eyes and she became nervous.

"Huh?"

"Come here, Amal, " he repeated pushing his chair back.

She sauntered over to him, her pace slower than usual. Wajdan kept gaping at her as If she was his prey.

After an agonizing few moments, she stood in front of him, her hands twisting.

"Closer," Wajdan demanded.

Amal peeked into his eyes. 'What was he planning on doing?'

She wheezed as Wajdan clasped her wrist and pulled her on his lap. She couldn't apprehend it as Wajdan tugged her to his chest and put his face in her neck.

She shivered when his warm skin contacted hers. She had her hair in a ponytail and felt his breath fiddle her neck, his stubble teasing her bare skin.

"Amal."

Wajdan exhaled burying his face into her neck and inhaled her sweet lily scent. His nerves settled and he pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her tiny waist. His eyes closed on their own accord as he remained in that position.

Amal was shocked for a moment as she blinked her eyes. Her mouth widened when she realized the bag of cupcakes wasn't in her hands anymore.

Poor cupcakes.

The thought vanished when Wajdan place a feathery kiss on her neck, his cool lips remained there, making her shiver. She tried to move back but he tightened his told, forbidding her from doing so.

"Stay still," he mumbled against her skin.

Amal positioned her hands on his shoulders and felt his muscles unwind under her touch. She rubbed them a few times, in an attempt to calm him down. A low grunt of satisfaction left his chest when her hands moved to his hair, brushing through them ever so lightly.

"Are you okay?" she questioned slowly. A rumble resonated in his chest and he snuggled more into her.

Amal sneered at his actions. Such a baby.

"Wajdan?" she called when she noticed he was not going to move. He was suffocating her now.

She attempted to move back and he let her this time, not letting her get off him though. His hands stayed resting on her lower back.

"Aap theek hain?" Amal inquired brushing the thick strands away from his forehead. Her hand rested on his cheek and Wajdan leaned into her soft touch. (Are you okay?)

Wajdan hummed in response.

"Sab theek hai?" she questioned again. She was tranquil now that she knew he would not thrash at her.
(Is everything okay?)

"There's a problem at work," he answered briefly.

"Itna gussa ku kar rahey they aap?" she questioned ignoring the zoo of butterflies in her stomach as he caressed her back, his touch leaving sparks, "Itna gussa sehat ke liye acha nahi hota."
(Why were so you getting so angry? It's not good for your health.)

"Where was your phone? Wajdan kept quiet for a second before counter-questioning, "I tried calling you."

Amal glimpsed at his menacing gaze, "I was in the garden, call back ki thi but It was turned off."

He glanced behind her and she raised her brows. She turned her head in confusion and screeched, "Wajdan!"

His phone lay on the floor beside the door.

"Aapne phenka waha?" she asked and he nodded his head.
(You threw it?)

"Ku?! Phone kon phenkta hai?" she looked at the huge man in disbelief.
(Why? Who throws their phone?)

"Mai," Wajdan answered in amusement. (Me.)

(A/N: bas itna ameer hona hai🥲)

"Aj tak suna hi tha ameer log gusse me phone utha ke phenkte hai aj dekh bhi liya," she grumbled staring at him and he smiled.
(I had just heard that rich people throw their phones, I have seem it today.)

"Isme hasne is wali koi bhi bat nahi," she puffed at his stupidness. Her eyes narrowed in his direction. (No need to laugh.)

"Mera sar dard ho raha hai," he murmured putting his head on her shoulder and her gaze softened. (My head is hurting.)

"Did you eat something?"

"No."

"Wo kyun?" she brushed her fingers through his scalp. (Why?)

"I wanted to eat with you," he murmured and her heart flapped. She learned why he had been calling her. She patted his head.

"You smell so good," Wajdan spoke taking a whiff and Amal shifted slightly.

"It's my body shower," she murmured making him groan in refusal and she laughed.

His beloved language was groaning and sulking and swearing.

"Let's go home," she removed his head from her shoulder and he nodded. She was shocked at how smoothly he had settled with her.

She wheezed when he stood up, carrying her with him. Her legs wrapped around his torso as she looked at him in confusion.

"Neche utarein Wajdan," she said and he shook his head. (Put me down.)

"Wajdan," she warned and he grumbled putting her down.

She discerned him mutter something in Turkish and made a mental note to download a translation App.

Her eyes fell on the cupcake box beside her feet and she picked it up. Fortunately, they were safe. She smiled.

"I got them for you," she showed him the cute vanilla cupcakes.

"What happened?" she asked when she saw him scrunching his nose at them," apko ache nahi lagey?"
(Do you not like these?)

"You did you not bring the chocolate ones?" he questioned, frown gracing his stunning features.

"You hate chocolate Wajdan," she reminded him. Elif had told her the other day that he disliked chocolate.

"But you like chocolate," he declared and Amal felt her heart flutter.

This man.

"Han to these are for you na," she told him.

"I will eat what you will eat," he stated glancing at her.

"I can eat anything," Amal smiled grabbing a cupcake from the box and biting on it.

"Mhm It's so good," she exclaimed. Wajdan stared at her lips which had a little frosting and then her hand held the cupcake from which she just took a bite.

He leaned biting the other half of her cupcake, his lips brushing the tip of her fingers. He clasped her finger and took it in his mouth, wiping off the little frosting. Her eyes remained locked with Amal's who had her open gape open in an 'O'.

"Hmm good," he hummed licking his lips.

"Aur lein?" she shuffled grabbing another one but he took the box from her hands and placed it on the table.
(Have more?)

"Let's go home," Wajdan brushed the loose hair strands from her face.

He was tired and just wanted to go home, with his wife. It had been hardly ten days and Wajdan was starting to find solace in her presence. Her voice, her smile, and her melodious laugh could make him feel better anytime.

There had been massive trouble in his Turkey office and his mood had been extremely off. He had been pissed out the entire time.  He had tried calling Amal to distract his mind, but when she hadn't received the call, he had become angrier.

He had almost acknowledged taking the medication he barely needed now. But the moment his eyes fell on her little timid form he had felt an unexpected relief wash over him. The way her amber eyes fluttered adorably. The way she twisted her fingers, adorned in a grey frock dress, her silky hair in an endearing ponytail.

"Sar me zyada dard hai?" she questioned skimming over at his tired form. His eyes were slightly red and restless. (Is it hurting?)

"A little."

"Chalein, pehle kuch khana khayen ge phir apko medicine dun gi," she spoke grabbing his hand and striding towards the door. Wajdan followed her like a puppy. His lips etched watching her tiny hand clasping his big one with authority.
(Let's go, we'll eat something then I''ll give you medicine.)

Authority only she had.

"Oou, "As soon as she opened the door she stumbled back and Wajdan quickly held her waist. He looked ahead to see his joker of a brother grinning at them like a freak.

"Hamza! You scared me," Amal spoke as she balanced herself.

"Sorry bhabhi," Hamza rubbed his neck.

Wajdan pulled Amal behind him as he gazed at Hamza.

"What is it?"

"Ouff itni izzat, bhai itni izzat nahi diya karein mujhe adat hone lage gi," Hamza spoke placing a hand on his chest and Wajdan grimaced.
(Such delightful manners, bhai don't give me such manners, or I will get used to them.)

"Aur nahi to, ab har waqt to mai bhabhi ko pas nahi rakh sakta na," he sighed.
(I can't keep bhabhi with me all the time.)

"Shut up Hamza."

"Ohh ye hui na mere bhai wali bat, pehle to yun laga tha pata nahi-"

"Hamza," Wajdan gave him a look and he was quick to change his tone,

"Altaf subho ki tickets confirm kardey? Aapka phone power off jara," Amal boobed her out from behind Wajdan and peeped at Hamza.

(That's my brother, I thought someone else-)
(Hamza.)
(Shall Altaf confirm confirm tickets for tomorrow? Your phone is going off.)

"Han confirm kardo," Wajdan pushed Amal back again as he saw Hamza grin at Amal.
(Yes, confirm them.)

"I'm going home," he declared tugging Amal with him.

Amal looked behind at Hamza who winked at her sheepishly. She showed him his tongue, her eyes narrowed.

"Bye bhabhi, bye bhai!" he laughed.

"Mai-", before Amal could respond Wajdan held her face and pulled her in front of him. Grabbing her waist he pushed her into the elevator.

"Wajdan ye apka bhai bohot pagal hai," she uttered stomping her feet.

"Kia kiya usne?" Wajdan questioned grabbing her shoulders.

(Your brother is a brainless person.)
(What did he do?)

"Woh...," she trailed as she thought about Hamza's words. Her eyes raked to his lips and she gulped.

"Hm?"

"Nahi kuch nahi bas ese hi," she chuckled turning her face, hiding her blush from him. Her body heated.
(Nothing.)

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"Aap drive karein ge?" Amal implored when Wajdan unlocked the passenger seat's door for her.
(Will you drive?)

"Hm, I didn't bring a driver," he replied taming her baby hairs.

"Apke sar me pehle hi dard hai, aap drive nahi karenge," she stepped away and indicated for him to sit," I will drive."
(Your head is hurting already, you will not drive.)

"You can drive?" Wajdan lifted his brows.

"Yes Mr. Wajdan, I can drive and I am a really good driver at that," she smiled at him and nudged him inside.

"Ab bas dekhein aap," she sneered adjusting the rearview mirror according to her height and pressing the race when suddenly the car jolted. Wajdan wrapped his arm around her front to decrease the recoil and she glanced at him in shock.
(Just watch.)

"What was this?" she gave him a nervous smile. They stared at each other before Wajdan let out a laugh.

"Handbrake," he spoke and Amal clicked her tongue in embarrassment.  She stared at his thick laugh before clearing her throat.

Why was he so sexy? He looked hotter while laughing.

"Don't laugh, I just got excited," she groaned pressing the handbrake and reversing the car.

"Are you sure you can drive?" Wajdan questioned looking at her and she gave him a stink eye,

"Obviously! I used to drive to the hospital," she blurted and Wajdan nodded with a smile.

She looked cute with those expressions.  And only she could make him laugh like this.

"The weather here is so unpredictable," Amal beamed.

It had started raining the moment they left his office. The pitter-patter of rain droplets against the car incited excitement in Amal as she drove through the busy roads.

Amal glanced at Wajdan who had her left hand in his lap. He was busy examining her tiny fingers. Twirling her wedding ring occasionally. Amal smiled at his gesture.
His touch left sparks on her soft skin.

"I'm leaving for Turkey tomorrow," Wajdan spoke and Amal glanced at him.

"Turkey?"

"I need to look over some things, there's a fucking problem there," he grumbled squeezing her hand.

"Oh," a strange feeling settled down in her, "Kitni der ke liye?" Amal asked.
(For how long?)

"I'm not sure, a week probably," Wajdan groaned. He was skeptical about going this time. He had never felt like this before.

He had a good reason to not want to go this time.

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"Here we are," Amal uttered as they reached his place, "ab yakeen aya ke I am a good driver."
(Do you believe that I am a good driver?)

"Mhm amazing driver," Wajdan looked at her, "just ignoring the two times you almost crashed us," he added and Amal scoffed.

"Koi crash nahi ho rahi thi, mai andhi thori hun, Pakistan me ese hota rehta hai," she spoke.
(We weren't crashing, I'm not blind, it's common in Pakistan.)

"Hmm."

"Hm nahi, esa hi hota hai yaha."

"Okay, Mrs. Wajdan," Wjdan nodded.

"Chalein utrein ab."

"Wait, I'll ask Elif to bring Umbrella," Wajdan held her wrist before she could move.

"Oho! Chalein aajayen bahar, thora sa bheeg jayen ge to kuch nahi hoga," she grinned skipping out of the car and he shook his head.
(Oho! Come out, it's fine getting drenched a little.)

He stepped out and rushed to the main door, shaking his slightly wet hair he looked around but Amal was not there. He frowned when he saw Amal standing in the rain.

"Amal?"

He reached her in a few strides and pulled her to him,

"Chalo andar baarish me ku bheeg rahi ho."

"It's been so long baarish nahi hui, I wanna stay," she twirled opening her arms and he howled.

(Come with me, why are you getting soaked in rain?)
(It's been so long It hasn't rained, I want to stay.)

"It's so cold Amal," he pronounced catching sight of the thin clothes she had on.

"It's supposed to be cold," she laughed looking into his caring gaze.

Her glinting eyes froze him for a moment as he gaped at her giggling form.

His gaze dropped to her ruddy wet lips. Amal swirled her tongue on them as the rain droplets kept tumbling on her. Her clothes clung to her skin as she drenched in the rain. The wiring sound of rain blurred and his eyes focused on her face.

His heart twitched as he reached out a hand, stroking her cheek. Amal stilled at his touch, her eyes finding his. She blinked as the rain created a mist around them. She could only concentrate on his touch as he trailed his fingers to her jaw, his touch heated, and the cold rain caused goosebumps to appear on her skin.

"Amal," Wajdan whispered jerking her close, resting his hand on her lower waist. The other softly nuzzled her chin. She felt so fucking soft.

His thumb touched the corner of her mouth and Amal squirmed. Her hands clutched his shirt. Her heart throbbed against her chest.

He leaned in, his forehead touching hers. His thumb brushed her lower lip and Amal gasped. The rain slowed down as she clung to him for support. Her eyes closed on their own accord as she felt him touch her lips, ever so lightly.

His touch was soft yet firm. Making her body warm.

"Wajdan," Amal trailed when he placed his lips on her quivering chin, dangerously close to her lips.

The kiss was like fire on her skin.

Wajdan sucked the droplets of water from her chin, his hand draping around her nape, bringing her insanely closer. Their bodies flushed as the only sound around them was the light drizzle of rain and their breaths.

"I'm going to kiss you," she heard him murmur against her skin. The sensual voice had her legs turn jell-o.

"Mr. Malik?!"

Before he could do as he proclaimed they heard a loud shriek behind and Amal shuffled away instantly.

"Siktir. What the fuck!" Wajdan groaned as he held Amal close, not letting her get away from his touch.

He wanted to fucking kill the person who disturbed their fucking moment.

"Mr. Malik I brought Umbrellas, why are you getting drenched in the rain you know you get sick easily," Elif reached them in slow steps and held out an umbrella to Wajdan.

Wajdan glared at the kind woman who just wished for his good. The poor woman didn't know she ruined their delightful moment.

"Elif! Did I ask you-" Amal put her palm on his mouth to save the woman from his wrath. Wajdan looked at her with squinted eyes and she glanced at him to stay quiet.

Wajdan grunted closing his eyes and looking away.

"Thank you Elif, give it to me," Amal gave Elif a polite smile who held out the umbrella to her.

"lanet olası aptal insanlar" she heard Wajdan grumble as he took the umbrella from her and held her closer. Walking them inside.
(Fucking stupid people.)

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"Wajdan uthey na," Amal uttered stroking his hair but he shook his head and pushed his face into the pillow.
(Wajdan get up.)

"You're burning Wajdan, uthein I brought you soup, drink some and have medicine," she spoke brushing through his thick strands.

After coming inside Wajdan had pushed her into the shower so she could change. He didn't want her to catch a cold but unfortunately, he did. When she came out she saw him sneeze repeatedly. She had touched his face and realized he was burning. He had a fever and now he was behaving like a baby and not having medicine.

"Come here," he patted the space beside him," I want to sleep."

"Pehle medicine lein na," she denied.
(Have medicine first.)

"I don't want to," he declared looking at her.

His red-rimmed eyes made Amal worry.

"You didn't even eat, chalein uthein foran," she tried to pull him up.
(Get up instantly.)

"My head hurts," he rumbled.

"It'll be better once you take medicine," she whispered stroking his forehead, removing the frown.

"No."

"Wajdan," she insisted.

"It'll be better once you come here," Wajdan patted his chest, and Amal blushed. A smile broke on her face at his silly escapades.

"Ese baatein nahi karein aur jalde se uth jayen," she held his shoulder and attempted to pull him up but he didn't even budge.
(Quit talking and get up now.)

"I wanna cuddle my wife," he held her hand and grumbled.

'Aw.'

"Have food first," Amal demanded keeping her expressions stoic.

Wajdan stared at her for a few seconds before giving in and sitting against the headboard. Amal helped him and placed the tray with vegetables soup in his lap.

"Feed me," Wajdan ordered with a huff.

Amal took a morsel, and blew on it a few times before bringing it to his mouth. Wajdan ate without any further talk. This went on until Amal made him finish the nourishment.

"Hug me now," Wajdan whined holding out his arms for her, and Amal felt her heart flutter at his request.

'He's so cute,' she gushed, 'and hot.'

"Amal, cmere," he grumbled with an almost pout, and Amal smiled.

"Stop being cute," she chuckled bringing a pill to his mouth.

"I'm not cute," he gulped down the medicine angrily.

"Fucking come here now," he pulled her to his chest and put his head on hers, caging her completely. He took a deep breath, letting her scent engulf him.

"Okay cutie," Amal's smile widened as she snaked her arms around his neck.

"Siktir. Don't call me that," Wajdan groaned laying, carrying her with him.
(Fuck.)

He swerved to lay her on her back and put his head on her stomach. A sigh escaped his lips as he buried his face into her warmth.

"What? cutie?" Amal spoke ignoring the thumping of her heart.

"Amal," he warned. Amal laughed clicking her tongue.

"Sleep now," she murmured stroking his hair and he held her tighter.

Wajdan placed a kiss on her clothed stomach and closed his eyes. 

Finally, the day was over.

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Asalam-u-Alaikum and Hello beautiful people!

A filler chapter for ya'll. How was it? I hope you enjoyed😩🦋

Wajdan is too cute. He's shaking my heart pls😭😭

The next update will be after Eid. Advance Eid Mubarak to all my gorgeous readers.
Have an amazing Eid<33

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