"He wanted to marry her, but he's my husband."
"She's beautiful, kind, caring, loving, but I wish she wasn't my wife."
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Tara Hamid was born and bred in an average family: loving, caring, with just the right amount of family drama. She dreams...
"Go away, Zain! Let me sleep!" I moaned, sleepily.
But my annoying, yet hot, husband wouldn't leave me alone. He kept blowing in my ear, while rubbing his fingers over my bare waist simultaneously.
I opened one eye and saw that it was still dark. "Why are you waking me up in the middle of the night?"
He was spooning me, his foot rubbing against mine affectionately. "Happy Birthday to my favourite kind of Trouble."
My eyes flew open, the sleep from them evaporating. It was my birthday today! I turned on my back and realised that there was a dim candlelight coming from behind him, which I had been too sleepy to notice before. He was propped up on an elbow, shirtless, with the duvet over the lower half of his body, making me wonder if he was wearing anything down there.
I really am his 'Shaiytani ki Malka'.
*Reminder: Queen of Mischief.
"Thank you." I whispered, placing my hand over his cheek. He kissed my palm and then sat up, revealing that he was indeed, wearing trousers. What the duck, Tara? Why are you disappointed? But I had no more time to argue with myself because I saw a delicious looking chocolate cupcake with a candle, sitting on the bedside table.
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* For the foodies out there. ;)
I gasped. "If I didn't love you before, I would definitely fall in love with you for bringing this cupcake into my life."
"Do I get to have a bite?" He teased.
"Nope!" I shook my head. "Okay, maybe a tiny bit of the icing. That's all."
"Oh yeah? Okay." He grabbed the cupcake and turned on the lamp before blowing out the candle.
"Hey! That's my candle!" I glared at him.
"You want some icing?" He raised an eyebrow at me, holding a finger over the cupcake.
"No!" I widened my eyes. "Zain, don't you dare!"
He ran a finger over the icing and quickly reached out and rubbed it over my nose.
"Zain!" I shrieked.
And then he did the unthinkable, the unforgivable. He took a large bite out of the cupcake, just about half of it!
"I'm not talking to you now!" I pointed at him, before getting off the bed and walking away towards the living area.
"Tara, wait..."
I turned, but only because he sounded like he was sorry.
But in front of my eyes, he ate the rest of the cupcake.
