Just the two of us (EDITING)✔️

Chapter Twenty~ Eight

"Bonne nuit, bébé (Good night, baby)," I whispered before drifting off to sleep.

I woke up to the light seeping through the curtains. Wow, it's morning already? I tried to move my hands but felt something heavy on my chest. I blinked and realized Afrah was still sleeping peacefully on me, curled up just like she had been the night before.

I tried to gently wake her up because we missed Subh, but this sassy ass didn't even flinch. Not once. I decided to let her be and nap a little longer myself.

Suddenly, I jolted awake at the sound of a scream. Something shifted away from me quickly, and I almost jumped off the bed, thinking something was wrong.

AFRAH'S POV
I felt like I was hugging my teddy, Polka, back at home. I named her Polka because she's covered in all these dotty colors. I squeezed tighter and smiled, but then my hand brushed against something...

Wait, why does Polka have an afro? I slid my fingers down and felt something... brows? And is that a beard?

I jumped up and screamed, my eyes still squeezed shut.

"Wayyo , somebody help!"

"Seriously?" A calm, sarcastic voice broke through my panic.

"Oh wow, please keep shouting, Afrah. While you're at it, don't forget to wake up the whole house and the neighborhood, kinji?"

I opened one eye cautiously and found myself in Afaan's room. how did I get here? I glanced down at my pajamas and screamed again.

"Did you... did you change my PJs?" I demanded, eyes wide.

He cocked an eyebrow. "Oh, wait, I did?" He smirked, watching me as I pieced everything together. My face softened as the memories started coming back, but before I could respond, I heard him mutter, "It's confirmed. I married a maniac."

I was about to fire back with a witty comeback when knocks interrupted.

"Hey, Afrah! Are you okay?" Zara's voice came through the door.

I giggled, trying to play it off. "Yeah, yeah, I saw a huge cockroach, that's all!" Zara hissed from the other side of the door, then left.

I shot daggers at Afaan before walking to the bathroom and locking the door behind me. His bathroom was huge and spotless, filled with olive-scented body wash and shampoo. I rummaged around and found a lavender soap, took a long bath,
After 20 minutes, I slipped into one of his oversized bathrobes and stepped out. He was lying on the bed, glaring at me as I waltzed in.

"What the hell..."

"Language, Mr. Husband," I teased, winking at him before dashing out of the room just as he got up to chase me.

Back in my room, Zara was on the phone while Zuhra was in the bathroom. I climbed onto Zara's back, laughing.

"Good morning!" I tickled her.

"Afrah, Afrah! Leave me alone!" She grabbed a fluffy pillow and whacked me with it.

"Oh, you want a pillow fight? It's on!" I smirked, and the room soon erupted into chaos as Zuhra and Iman joined in the pillow fight.

Five minutes later...
We collapsed on the floor, laughing like maniacs. Eventually, the laughter died down as we shifted into a game of truth or dare.

"Afrah, truth or dare?" Zara grinned at me.

"Truth," I said casually.

"Kaiii, noooo! You've been choosing truth since we started this game." Iman protested, pouting.