Shiddat

fourty six

Rubab's pov

I woke up to pray Fajr when my gaze fell on my husband, who is sleeping soundly on my midriff like it's some kind of cushion.

His beard is tickling me because he is sleeping on one side with his face facing my front.

My muscles are sore, more like numbness, because of sleeping in the same position.

I took my hand and shook his shoulder, but he is sleeping like a log.

Ugh, he is becoming a deep sleeper like me, but I hate it.

I shook his shoulder again, but he only nuzzled his face on my bare midriff in his sleep.

Taking a frustrated breath, I pull his hair slightly, but still no response.

He must be playing with me; he is not that heavy a sleeper. He would wake up easily with just a single ray of sunlight or footsteps.

So I chose to play my part.

"Ah, I can't feel my midriff; my body is aching madly," I fake cried.

He immediately got up from my belly and looked towards my face, worried.

And I burst into laughter.

He shot me a glare, and I pretended to control my laughter.

Hearing the azan, we both stood up and prayed together after freshening up and making ablution.

**

"Let me make something for you," I begged, because Taha fired all the servants, thinking Mamu wants to make him feel low.

I didn't object because I want him only in this cozy little castle-like home.

"No, I will make breakfast for both of us," he replied.

"But why?" I asked, irritated.

"As much as I know, you don't know how to cook, and I am in no mood to die on the first day of our wedding because of food poisoning," he said, narrowing my  eyes in annoyance.

"I will cook watching a YouTube tutorial," I fired back.

He arched his left brow and said, "Do you really think everything shown on the internet is real?"

I was about to reply when he suddenly pecked my lips and said, "I will make breakfast. End of discussion," then kissed my lips lightly and walked towards the kitchen.

I was about to walk behind him to give him company when my phone buzzed.

Taniya aapi's message this early? I thought to myself.

I opened the inbox and my heart ached reading her message, "Bhabhi... We are leaving for California..."

I frowned.

Just then, his voice came from the kitchen, "Will you drink coffee or avocado juice?"

I cleared my throat, my sixth sense telling me something is wrong with Shoaib bhai.

"Habibti," he called again.

"Avocado is better with some garlic bread," I replied cheerfully, because a mere change in my behavior ain't going unnoticed by him.

And right now, I am still not sure about my overthinking.

Taha's POV

"It's been a week since we arrived in Izmir. Every day, I've been searching for work, but no one wants to hire me without any documents.

Ah, documents... I have a bucket full of them with various names, but they're not here.

It's been a week, and I'm returning home without a job every single day.