She was the little lavender in a bunch of roses. The roses he dearly loved and the lavender he was allergic to.
Yet what happens when a leap of fate brings the two completely undestined and mismatched duo together in a bond so sacred.
A marriage, ba...
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<< raqeeba's p.o.v >>
"For calling out loud, Nuraan Khan! Sit still!"
I said, glaring at my so called husband as I tightened my legs around his torso, trying my best to stop him from continuously moving again and again. He didn't say anything, instead just clenched his jaw before letting out a sigh.
"I swear to God, Wife. If I get any pimple because of this then I'll never forgive you."
At that moment I couldn't help but make a face at his words.
Seriously now?
Passing him the sweetest sarcastic smile, I could muster I slowly cupped his face with both my hands, gently patting his cheeks.
"Okay my little princess, calm down."
"I'm serious, Raqeeba." For some reasons the moment my name left his mouth I could feel my heart skip a beat but then I ignored it before rolling my eyes.
"Areeh. It's just a sheet mask. I don't think anything like that would happen... "
"Did you just say you don't think? Or did you mean that 'you know no reaction would happen'." His words made me groan.
