Shikwa

26 : canvas date

He makes me feel more lively, he brings life to me. My inner child feels secured when I'm with him. He makes me forget all of my worries, if I could describe him through words i would say that he is my happy pill !

His cheesy and flirty lines makes things to my heart. His touch gives shivers into my spines and makes butterflies rush my stomach. Just being with him has become a source of solace to me. I don't know what's happening to me exactly. But I just happened to know that Arsalaan Hussain is the only one for me. I think I've started to li-

" I'm the chef for today, begum jee" Arsalaan cut me off from my thoughts gaining my attention.

" make sure the food tastes good, or else no salary for you, mr shohar jee" I replied crossing my arms around my chest.

" fuck salary, I want something else " he winked at me teasingly his eyes moving towards my whole face detailing it. looking at every feature of mine, his eyes rested on my lips shamelessly gawking at them, he licked his own lips. I stomped my feet on his feet vigorously making him hiss in pain.

" isn't this what you wanted chef Arsalaan?" I asked pouting at him with puppy eyes and then cracked up laughing hard.

He squinted his eyes at me and grabbed my waist tightly pulling me closer to him. The proximity not leaving any space between us. My body sticking to his hard & bulky chest. His manly cinnamon scent invaded filling my mind with it. our faces came more closer making our nose touch. He stared into my eyes with his blueish grey orbs.

My heart started thumping throbbing faster and faster, for like every time I'm close to him. my breathing's hitched when all of the sudden he placed his lips on my collar bone kissing it.
" I'll take revenge" he replied huskily with his deep manly voice making me gulp.

" what revenge ?" I asked perplexed still in resting in his arms.

" you'll know it sweetheart" he whispered to me grazing his thumb slightly on my lower lip parting away. sudden shivers ran down my spine in utter emergency making my cheeks turn warm. I slightly pushed him away and quickly rushed outside the kitchen all flushed due to his actions.

I hurriedly entered the room hopping on the bed. what the fuck is wrong with me? This man has a really bad effect on me. Like he every fucking time manages to take my breath away & make me all red. I'll sue him for sure. I rolled my eyes but the other second touched my cheeks with the backside of my palm checking the warmth and smiling to myself. what am I doing ? I think Minahil Ahmed is not like this.

This ain't minahil ahmed but the happiest  whipped wife of mr Arsalaan Hussain.

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"I'm saying it for the last time Arsalaan this much snacks are already more than enough" i grumbled and grunted crossing my arms at the grocery store.

He was filling the trolley with so many snacks just for our picnic, just the two of us.

"okay fine !! Let's head towards the bakery now" he sighed finally listening to me after a long run.

After doing the payment Arsalaan held the shopping bags filled with snacks & drinks in his left hand and held my palm with his other hand. As soon as he held my palm a beat skipped, I softly gazed at him and he looked back at me and our eyes got locked.

i looked away but I still could feel his intense gaze at me, he didn't stop staring. " dekh kya rahe ho, chalo" I said grabbing him towards the car.

I chuckled at his antics. We then drove off to the nearest bakery. Arsalaan got down first opening the door from my side, gently taking my palms in his. we both then headed inside the bakery. There were so many cakes, pastries, cupcakes, donuts, croissant & what not.