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After opening her gutter mouth and making me feel like a gutter and first copy of some famous brand she thinks she will take a leave—oh no sweetheart.

"O sister, where to?" When she turns her back towards us I quickly call her before she could leave, and I am now mentally forming all the correct vocabulary in my mind to insult her without using rude word—-I am not that bad, I have manners.

"I said you to study in my college, where they would have m knocked some manners in you, but you wanted to study in that co education college who only has a big name but the student are..." I look up and down telling her with my eyes how well disciplined and how they are dipped in the holy water of manners.

"But what to do...can't comment people's choice or else they will say we are jealous and shit." I take a step forward towards the glaring woman to speak in a low voice so only she could hear and if Ayaan peeks and hears it's not my fault.

"Zaina, what you did on your marriage was not something to be very proud off, you left your groom in front of the kaazi, you should be ashamed, my love. Instead of making someone feel like shit with your words. And about me being a second choice, I am glad that I was chose to be his wife, because even if I was a second choice I am in a state now that I can tell you to leave this building right now, with all rights and I can fire whom ever I want. Unlike you who is running behind someone else and sending gifts to others. So think twice before insulting me, and if your jealous just drink the jealousy instead of breaking someone's nice mood." I give her a smile satisfied by my answer, but she looked taken a back by my answer which was everywhere near insult and that is not something that I do.

When I see her opening her mouth with greeted teeth's probably having a more nice argument than me but I shut her up "you can leave now, tell thanks to your Boss for the gift" I motion my hand towards the door and with a very dangerous 'I wish you were dead' type of glare she turns her back and leaves.

I turn to see Ayaan standing behind me with a worried look on his face and I so want to flick is frown he looks way too cute with that look. "I am sorry because of me—" I cut him off just like he did when I was about to apologise on the day my father got admitted and when he almost missed his important call and a online meeting which was planned sudden.

I stop him with my hand before gulping and mimicking a bold voice "keep that to yourself, eat that up I don't want to hear Rubbish" I try my best to make a serious face but couldn't help but break into fists of loud laughter when he understands my hidden humour in that sentence and chuckles.

He shakes his head before breaking my heart with his words "my voice is not that ugly" he turns his back to walk back to the couch. "That was rude!" I whine mentally but follow him to sit beside him.

He only looks up unbothered and stares at me "I am telling you husband, join a staring contest you will break all the world records" he laughs at my sentence and my eyes falls down on his shirt whose first few buttons are unbuttoned.

Wait—did Zaina see him like this—I mean like this?! Did she take a peek on his skin—No No she wouldn't eye others husband—but she is not innocent I know that.

Kinza it's nothing—you look like a damn freaking creep so shutup. Nothing is going to happen if she peeks at my husband's toned chest it shouldn't be another way around, so stop overthinking.

A gentle tap on my thigh makes me look up "I was calling you kinza, why do you doze of always?" He raises he eyebrow with his hand still on my thighs and I am trying my best to not gawk my eyes at those veiny hands which are peacefully sleeping on my lap.

"I was not dozing off...I was thinking.." he hums asking me to continue "thinking about?" God can't he leave me and my thinking alone "something which cannot be said, it is a verbal talk between me and my heart" he rolls his eyes at my formalness filled answer.

I giggle at his annoyed face but pick the left over cake, which is only one piece and I am mentally praying that he should not ask for it.

"I asked Rayaan to share the food with your employees but he said he will give it to his friends since they were asking him to bring some especially for them, after eating my food the previous day. But he did not feel like giving me more work so he did not ask it seems...your brother is cute" I grin but quickly press my lips to lick the chocolate which cannot be abandoned for any reason.

"When did you guys started talking so much that he is saying about his friends and all to you" he speaks with a plain face and I so want to poke my elbow in his ribs and ask 'Aahaan is someone jelly jelly' but I know I will only receive an annoyed look in return "When this Mister thought he should send his apology gift by someone else...that's when we had our brother in law—sister in law time" I elaborate my answer, even though there was no brother in law and sister in time. But when he entered I was sitting on the couch like an angry bird, and he carefully placed the box down and gave me a smile which was as if he was scared I will do anything if he opens his mouth.

When he said, he was not disturbing me but is only a temporary delivery boy of his brother I eye the box and when the cake shop name which is registered in mind comes in view my heart flips out of joy that I cannot describe at all. When he was about to leave I said him about the food and he happily nodded with the statement above on how his friends where asking but he was too embarrassed to ask.

—out of topic but Why do I feel like I am reading a text book or repeating words which are in our school text books, why am I using so many formal word. 'Refer the text above' 'statement of the above text' excetra excetra...what is wrong with you kinza? That's why I say you not to study much.

"I had work that's why I asked him..." I roll my eyes at his lame reason "yeah yeah work" I nod in a mocking way but glare at him with the side of my eyes, not even having some guts to look into his eye and throw some fire balls like he does.

"Go to that corner" I blink my eyes when Ayaan speaks "huh?" He points at the other corner of the couch since I am practically sitting beside him or maybe on him only my knees are touching him, with my legs folded while he is resting his hand in the arm of the couch.

"To that corner, go sit there" he is pushing me away. My heart literally breaks when he raises his eyebrow asking me with his eyes to move fast and not cling on to him. I press my lips together to not cry at his rude sentence and that automatically makes me pout hiding my tears behind the pout I stand up and grab some tissue and the sanitizer kept on the table feeling broken to go wash my hands, I sit in the far corner as asked and wipe my hands in the tissue before applying the sanitizer so I stay clean.

A gasp leaves my mind and my mouth parts in shock and eyes—let's not talk about how big they are going when all of a sudden, Ayaan comes closer only to lay his head on my lap and stretched his body on the couch and a groan of tiredness leaves his lips.

My heart jumps out of my chest and is finding some space in my ribs to get away from my body which is torturing him since past few days.

"Can I sleep here for a while?" After laying down he asks me if he can sleep as if I am going to push him away. I nod my head multiple time like an idiot, and my cheeks are heating up at this soft gentle moment created by my husband to kill me.

"What if someone enters?" He raises his eyebrow at this question and I quickly zip my mouth, kinza he is laying on your lap just like he would have done with his grandma or mother when he was tired, what will people think in this?! He is not doing any thing kinza, stop making fool of your ownself.

"Nothing sleep" A giggles leaves his lips when I try to close his eyes with my palm not able to stay sane under his stare.

"Can I ask you something?" He holds my hand in his to bring them down and my muscles literally shivers up when his lips touches the soft pad of my palm, a very subtle touch but that made the invisible, imaginable butterflies in my stomach alive.

"Hmm umm yeah" he holds my hands in his "do you feel bad when Zaina talks to you rudely and says so many rude words unknowingly? Do you feel doubt about marrying me when she says hurtful things or just normally did you ever regret staying with me—please tell me the truth only truth I want to know" I blink my eyes at his sudden softness but a hint of fear and hesitant in his voice breaks my heart. He must've heard everything that Zaina said and also what I said off how she left him in the marriage, I must've reminded him all the painful embarrassment he must have felt.

"I—No! Why do you think like that? I-I do not regret anything not even a single thing that happened. Yeah I was scared before, that I was going to get married all of a sudden when I thought I had a phobia of boys and you know why I was shivering so much on our marriage day I thought I would faint and die because of my phobia after few hours when I will be with you alone, I was literally repeating 'La illaha illallaha' so I can go straight to jannah" he laughs on my face when I finally open up to someone about how I was feeling that day.

"Phobia? Seriously?" His eyes squints when he laughs more louder making me feel like I am flying with wings while sitting on an unicorn just when hearing his laugh—his laugh is magical and this laugh can only be heard by lucky persons such as me.

"Yes! You don't even know how my hands tremble when some non-knowing boy stands beside me...god, I go under a real pressure." I wipe my invisible sweat with my free hand since one is in his hold.

"Are you in a pressure now?" He asks a logical question "you are not non-knowing boy, so that's fine" I do not speak truth and my heart is cursing on me for telling lies "I am not a boy kinza" he looks annoyed and I blink my eyes confused.

huh? He-he is not a boy?

"Huh you- you are not a boy?" I look at him with wide eyes and he literally slaps his forehead "I mean—god kinza, you think too much...I am not a boy but a Man. Boys are kids I am 26 you can't call me a boy for godsake" he looks offended but I look relieved after the quick heart attack he gave me.

"I thought when you said you are not a boy—you know there are three gender I thought you were—" he cuts me off before I could complete "don't complete that, I am not dumb I understood what was going in your little mind which runs too fast" he glares at me but I couldn't help myself from controlling my laughter at his annoyed face.

I comb his hair behind, acting a little bolder after our small convo filled with laughter.

"You're 26? I didn't know that" I quickly calculated the easy maths in my mind, which should be in the tip of my tongue "so you are six years elder than me" he hums in response, before dropping his eye lids down.

"That's a big age gap, if you were not my husband I would have called you uncle" a cough leaves his lips hearing my logical sentence "w-what? Uncle?" He gawks his eyes at me not believing the sentence which I am also not believing, brother looks okay? Uncle are you serious kinza he is not that old, but his expression only makes me feel like I should irritate him more.

With a serious face I nod. "Yeah maybe Uncle Ayaan or only Uncle how does that sound?" He pokes his tongue in his inner cheeks looking all pissed off ready to start a WWE here. "Shut-shut up kinza" he looks so mad that I feel like irritating him more.

"What? You are 26–" he cuts me off with a loud growl and I press my lips to not laugh on his face. "That's the point! I am 26 just 26!" He looks at me with those deadly eyes telling me to stop this shit and not to comment on his age.

"Yeah but you are not just 26 but you are Twenty six! God Your half like spam has crossed-damn you are old" I nod to myself but he sits up not liking this topic at all—like NOT at All.

But that's where the fun starts when we irritate someone on the topic they don't like kinza.

He breathes in to explain, not getting that I am joking with him but when I see his teacherly expression ready to teach me that how 26 is not age to be called old, I throw my head back and laugh like a mad women not able to take that serious expression on his face.

He curses under his breath when he understands what I was trying to do.

"God your unbelievable" he glares at me who still did not recover from the laughter "do you have a camera in this room, you should have seen your face you looked so funny" I throw my body on his side while holding my stomach which is clenching from so much laughter but who cares.

He suddenly becomes a scholar "Laughter deadens a persons heart—never heard about it? Stop laughing so much" I cough when laughter hits my nose and something happens he rubs my back so I cough to recover from my deadly state, I wipe my tears but look at him.

"Really? Then how am I alive, My heart must've been dead by now" I find this lame joke way to funny and that's how the room again fills with my laughter and Ayaan's low chuckle.

And we did not even realise when are serious talk turned into a happy moment.