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( Zaya's pov )

Zaya ...... Zaya ... Wake up...its time ..zaya... I heard a voice calling me in my sleep

I snuggled on the bed " ammie just five more minutes just let me sleep some more "I spoke in my sleep

Someone pulled my Blanket ...
" No more five minutes wifey it's time to up " .......

Amieeeee!!! I cried still half sleeping

Wait ... What wifey... Fuck !!!! As soon as the reality hit me I was wide awake and sitting straight on the bed ...

Besides me, Dr devil was laying lavishly his one leg above his other leg knee, and hands behind his head...

" Good morning wifey "

I looked around to confirm is it a nightmare or reality but to my bad luck, it was very much real

Ignoring him and his greetings I ran to the bathroom...I washed my face with cold water and the images of my nikkah yesterday came into my view....iam married and it's not a dream it's real as this bright morning

After getting fresh I came out there was my language in the closet I chose my outfit for today...

I choose a plain red top with light blue jeans and a dusky dupatta
After changing into it I stepped out ... Dr devil was not in the room but there were sounds coming from outside outside

My hair was still wet so I decided to leave it open I put my dupatta over my head and walked out of the room to see what was happening...

I saw the clock it was just 7: 30 it took me almost 30 min to get fresh and ready it means that devil woke me up exactly at 6 o clock...

This early Seriously... On my school days, if have class at 9 o clock I just wake up at 8: 30 it takes only 30 min for me to do all my work and go to school

And now this man woke me up 3 hours early for my 9 o clock class

I saw him working in the kitchen it looked like he was preparing food

Without thinking twice I sat on the seat near the island

He turned and saw me ...

" Hey.. at last u are here ... Give me five min I will prepare the breakfast," he said

Usually in marriage girls should be saying this dialog but no I can't say it cuz I don't know how to cook and even if I know I will never cook for this devil

He was looking al-ready in his grey formal pants and powder blue shirt
His sleeves folded neatly til his elbow
His nerves were poking out on his hands each time he held the firing pan to stir...I scandal him from behind his shoulder ware very board his back almost have a space for football ... I can see his back muscles moving inside his shirt as he stirs the food

He turned around ... I just moved my gaze don't want him to think I was looking at him

He put the food on my plate
He made scrambled eggs, sausage, and toast for breakfast

The food tasted amazing. he is a good cook I thought.

I finished my food. Tok my plate washed it

" The food was really bad," I said to him before leaving the kitchen

" Thank you, my love," he said

I just shrugged at that

I was sitting on the couch scrolling my phone when he came sat opposite me with his coffee mug in Hand

I ignored his presence but I felt his gaze on me I looked to see him looking straight at me sipping his drink ...

" What ???? " I asked