Rubbing my throbbing forehead, I walk towards the kitchen where she must be definitely making a fuss.
Who the hell gave her permission to enter the kitchen from where she does not come out without burning things.
A groan of annoyance leaves my lips when I see her blinking her eyes confused towards the floor where flour is peacefully lying.
Her own body does not look anything better, she looks like she just now had a bath with the flour.
With a hand on her forehead she stares at the floor looking like she will burst into tears because from the way she is rubbing her forehead tells she got a nice hit from the box in which the flour was kept and which is now in the corner of the room.
Neil is laughing like a brat looking at Ziah who would have joined him but I am sure she got hurt pretty badly on her.
Sighing at her useless try I walk towards her. "Who asked you to come here? You know you can be 100 times more clumsier when you enter this room" I shake my head when I look at her face which looks so innocent as if she didn't want to hear any scolding but just a hug and assurance that she is okay.
"Neil grab me a clean towel please" I ask my brother who is still laughing and I cannot even say him to shut-up because Ziah actually looks way too funny.
"It's paining" she mumbles which almost didn't reach my ears but because of our close proximity I heard and I stop myself from chuckling.
"Hmm, and who asked you to enter this room for cooking and act like a chef" I ask with some Mischievousness in my tone while leaning forward and bringing my hands around her waist to remove her apron.
"I thought of cooking something special for you, I even saw many videos to not make mistake but when I took the flour from the top shelve my hand slipped and it came crashing down right on my forehead" she mumbles slowly looking so embarrassed, but the way she said she wanted to make something special for me literally did something to my heart.
"It's okay, it happens, how about after taking a quick shower and after checking you forehead, let's cook whatever you wanted to together?" Her eyes widens in size when she hears me.
"It's a nice Idea but I wanted to surprise you" the pout again makes its way over her lips, "I am surprised sweetheart, just by hearing you being thoughtful on how to surprise me made me feel the happiest" she gives me a shy smile and when she lowers her head out of shyness I quickly take a step back when the flour which was sitting on her head falls.
Coughs after coughs leaves her lips and her hand quickly flies to rub her eyes which must be stinging. "Freaking hell" she let's out a series of curses in annoyance and I chuckle quietly at how wasted sh looks.
"Here" my little brother hands me the towel while panting as if he ran a mile to go grab a towel. "Don't open your eyes Ziah" she obeys quietly but whines out loudly "Argh! Its burning!" She stomps her feet on the ground like a toddler as she hold my shirt tightly in her hold.
Cupping her jaw, I gently dust away the flour which is still resting on Ziah's head, "come here" I pull her towards the sink and she like a blind women follows me while holding my arm tightly.
Gathering all her hair in my fist I hold it back before asking her to bend so I can wash her face "be careful" she mumbles out in a voice that looks like she will cry anytime soon because of the burning sensation. My poor baby.
Opening the tap I push her face down before splashing it over her face carefully and not with lots of force.
She quickly holds my wrist as if to stop me but I run my hand over her face to remove the white powder.
"Ya allah" she breathes out and I am secretly enjoying the way she looks so cute with her eyes shut tight and her hand holding my wrist and the sink tightly and the way her lips are pressed together.
"Open your eyes Ziah" I gently tell the girl who quickly shakes her head "No it will burn" I roll my eyes at how she is whining, well who asked her to act like a chef when she cannot even cook instant noodles without spilling the water on the ground.
"It won't, come on" I pat her cheek gently asking her to open her eyes and I quickly regret doing it when she flinches and the gentle tap was received to her like a slap because of the wetness.
Clicking my tongue at my mistake with a smile which is not leaving my lips I quickly apologise while chuckling when I see a frown on her face like she is about to cry "I am sorry, it just the because of the wetnessâ" I am not even able to explain because I am not able to control my laughter. How of a bad husband I am, I am laughing like a brat after slapping my wife.
"You rotten tomato! your taking advantage of your wife weakness and your harassing her!!" she sniffs as she rubs her eyes and I only laugh more at her sentence and Neil is rolling on to his stomach, that boy only needs a reason and he starts laughing so I am sure he will remember this scene and laugh for decades.
"I am sorry" I apologise in between my laughter "go away! And stop laughing you ugly nugget!" She loses her temper not able to hear mines and Neils laughter.
A punch lands on my stomach but her tiny punches only adds cuteness to her messed up look.
Breathing out I calm myself but the little smile doesn't leave my face.
"Try opening your eyes now or else I have to carry you to my room and bath you upâ" I start forgetting that their is a little one in the room "okay! Shutup I'llâI'll try" her cheeks turning tint red probably thinking of us together in a shower. Goodness I need to stop thinking those things or else I am sure I'll lose my mind.
"Hmm" humming while clearing my throat I take a peek at Naim who is peeking at us from the little space to see Ziah's expression while having a bright grin on his face.
Why does he look so happy?
Nibbling on her lower lip Ziah tries opening her eyes just to take a peek and soon scream leaves her lips and she jumps up and down.
"Ziyaan!! It's burning!! Please! Please stop this! Please!" She literally cries not able to take the burning sensation anymore "okay calm down" I whisper in her ear as I rub her arm to calm her down.
"Naim, I'll take this clumsy girl up, till then go see what mamma is doing okay?" I speak as I pick the whining girl in my arms ignoring her gasp and Naim's wide mouth but I wait for his answer.
"Ziya is a big girl now, so you should not bath with her right?" Astaghfirullah! That was not what I was expecting to leave my little brothers mouth.
He innocently blinks and the girl in my arm gasp hiding her face in my chest quickly.
"Iâwho said I was going to take a shower with her? I said I'll wash her face in my bathroom because she won't be able to do while her eyes our closed right?" I explain shit to my brother who nods absent mindedly.
And I take that a cue for leaving the place with my clumsy wife in my arms.
"Goodness" I breathe out when I reach our room forgetting that my dumb girl can always think advance "who asked you to carry me like a hero when you have to breathe out feeling tired" she huffs looking upset as if I have hurt her ego.
Rolling my eyes I do not reply to her but take her towards the washroom.
Gently putting her down, I turn her body to face mine. "Is your eyes still stinging?" I askwhile removing the shawl (dupatta) which is wrapping around her shoulder.
"I am scared of opening my eyes, I think I still have the flour in my eyelashes" she mumbles as rubs her eyes and I quickly hold her wrist to not rub her eyes like a kid "stop that" I mutter trying my best to not scold her knowing that she won't hesitate to through a punch if I scold her now.
"Don't open your eyes and stand still, I'll come back in few" she scoffs at my order but holds her hand together like an obedient kid and stands in her place like I said her but while swinging from one side to other and I hear her humming on to some song while I am working on removing my tie and then my shirt.
I ignore the fact that she will freak out if she sees my naked upper body because I am already feeling my head burning under fire and If I take stay in wet clothes I am sure I will be lying on the bed tomorrow instead of going to work. Well she has never seen me shirtless before and I know its not a good way to go half naked infront of her but I cannot do anything.
Unbuckling my belt I place it on the corner with my shirt and her shawl, wearing only the trousers I walk towards my wife who is in her own world.
"Stand still Ziah" I hold her by her arms to stop her from dancing and swinging her body, a giggle leaves her lips when she stumbles while doing nothing.
"I'll open the shower now okay?" I warn her with my hand on the tap, and when she gives me a nod I quickly open it and what I forgot was warning her that at first the water will be cold.
A gasp leaves her lips and she quickly stands on her tip toes for some reason while holds my arm tight and her mouth opens like a fish to breathe and I am not even able to ignore the fact that she looks so beautiful under the water with me.
"Ah" she breathes out and runs her hand over her face, I take my time to stare at her beautiful feature and when my eyes drops down it quickly snaps up when I get a glance of her cloth which is now transparent.
Oh god, not this down, you can't always test my patience.
I try my best to not drop my eyes down at her body which can give me things which should be kept hidden under her innocent gaze.
"Ew! The dress is sticking to my body" Ziah giggles as she squeezes my arm and I bring my hand up to run my finger through her hair, pushing her hair away from her shoulder I stare at her collarbone and the strap which is so visible under the light pink top she is wearing.
I do not say anything, because I am out of words. This beauty can do anything to my heart and body and for now she is making me mute. Our wet bodies our just inches and nobody knows how much I am greedy on pressing myself against her while claiming her lips.
She rubs her eyes and when she finally thought she can open them without any fear, she slowly blinks open her beautiful pair of eyes, her red eyes meet mine and I quickly bring my hand up to shade her eyes so she can open them without water dropping over her eyes.
Her red eyes only adds beauty to her pale skin which looks brighter than before because of the water droplets which is kissing her skin, and I just wish I would be the one kissing every part of her skin.
Why are my wishes so perverty nowadays.
"Allah! I am able to open my eyes now" she breathes out and drops her head down but I feel her body freezing on it spot and it snaps up to meet my orbs just like I did as if I did a sin my looking at her body.
"Iâyou" she gulps mumbling some incoherent words "yes?" I raise my eyebrow asking her to continue with the only intention of teasing and she quickly nibbles on her lower lip out of nervousness and that act was her teasing me without saying anything.
"How is your eyes now?" I clear my throat but my words are coming out in a whisper, I can feel the tensionâwe can feel the tension.
She does not reply, she looks out of words and I am not even surprised looking at her red glowing cheeks, she does not look even a but uncomfortable but she looks shy way to shy.
"Baby I am asking you something"
Baby? I am already dying out of breath and he is calling me by those nicknames which can make me faint, why is he doing this sweet torture on me. What did I even do to him?
"IâI" he know its you Ziah you don't have to utter only I' like a toddler who does not know how to speak.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable sweetheart?" He questions a little unsure and I was very quickly to shake my head like a desperate women.
A hot chuckle leaves his lips which is already showing me the angels who are telling me 'Oh sweetheart just come with us yo heaven don't be with your husband who is only killing you hundred time a day'
Okay that was so over dramatic of me.
Squeezing my lips in between my teeth to control the hotness I am feeling I keep my eyes on his chest and I couldn't help but take a sneak peek down, gulping when my eyes drops on his abs I hold mu trembling fingers to myself which is begging to run themselves over his abs.
Those hard biscuits, how did he get them? Why don't I have them?
Should I listen to my fingers and touch those biscuits and feel them? No I feel like taking advantage of my own husband, its wrong.
"Goodness Ziah, that frown over your innocent face tells me your not thinking innocent things while glaring at my abs" Ziyans hot breathe fans my ear even under the water which we are wasting and being bad human's towards the world.
A groan leaves his lips all of a sudden as if he is not able to take it any more and even that groan sounds so sexual that I can feel my legs wobbling but it literally wobbles when he hovers his rough yet soft pairs of lips over mine and takes me into a passionate kiss by tilting her face and cupping my neck, her thump is caressing just below my neck ever so slowly.
While his other hand wraps around my body. Pressing his hard front against mine and I try my best to ignore the stupid feeling I am feeling while replying to his passionate kiss.
He parts a little to whisper over my lips "Stop me please" my body shudders and I gulp not wanting to listen to him, my brain my body and mainly my hormones is against it so I do not do as he say.
Only to regret it when my heart thumps against my chest as his fingers play with the zip of my top.
He hesitates for a second but when he feels me squeezing his arm out of nervousness he takes it as a yes and proceeds on lowering the Zip in a painfully slow motion and cool air hits my back to shudder my already trembling self.
"Let's stop here Ziah" he let's out in a warning tone but I can feel that he himself is against is words and he does not even know how much I am against those words.
I do not reply, and by now he should now when a girl does not reply it is a big No to whatever he is saying.
Knowing I should not act like a princess and wait for everything for him to do, I wrap my hands around his neck and I pull him closer and that little smile that made it way over his lips just took my breath away but I am so shy to even stare into his eyes without trembling.
His long fingers runs through my waist and he clenches his jaw as if he is so affected by this contact.
Leaning he presses a gentle kiss over me lips "you will catch cold let's take a quick bath and go inside hmm?" He is again doing this. Stopping something which cannot be stop.
I hum feeling a pinch of disappointment taking over me, I feel like he doesn't want me and this time I don't act like a desperate.
I slowly remove my arm from her neck but feel his burning stare which is following my action.
A chuckle leaves his lips as of he sensed my disappointment but a gasp leaves my lips when he slams my body against the cold wall and tilts her face down to stare in to my eyes while holding my chin up so I stare only into his eyes and not anywhere else.
"I don't want you to catch cold baby, I didn't say we will not continue in the bedroom" he squints his eyes mischievously at me as if he is telling me 'You naughty brat'
And you cant even Imagine how I just look like the twin of tomato.
"Let's dry you up" he whispers and closes the tap with his face just inches away from me and after sending me that stupid smirk he walks away leaving a blushing human behind.
Argh!! That was so embarrassing!!
I hold my hot cheeks but I not able to stop the grin that is playing on my lips and which I am sure will not leave my face anytime soon.
Ziyan soon walks inside with his shirt which I sometimes steal from his closet because his clothes our damn comfy but today he is handing me only a long oversized white shirtâumm the sweats?
"Umm theâ" he speaks with that look on his face which made my soul hold the near by wall mentally to stand still when he utters some sinful words "you wont be in need of those baby" Astaghfirullah!!
Iâthat was not necessaryâhe needs to wash his dirty mouth now!!
Gulping I stare at him with wide eyes, and he like a brat chuckles at my miserable figure and leaves me by myself to gather my misery.
After quickly letting out a scream in my mind and washing my head properly and after changing into his shirt I stand near the door while arguing with myself to weather go or not.
My hair is damp wet and I don't have a towel with me accept this hand towel which is of no use.
"Come in Ziah, stop standing their" how does this guy always know what I am thinking and what I doing! Is their any camera in this washroom?! Astaghfirullah I quickly wrap my hands over my chest at that stupid thought.
Okay I need to calm myself down, pulling the long shirt which is reaching just above my knees more down as if it will get longer. I gather some courage to face my husband.
It's not like I have not word only shirts, when I am alone in my room, I wear shirts and long t-shirt and I stand near the mirror and say few compliments because damn I do look beautiful, but I have never wore such short clothes infront of any human not even my mother.
I open the door quietly as if to not get his attention but that human is already having his eyes on me while his hands our working on drying his hair.
He is also wearing a white shirt but I want to ask him why is he wearing when he does not want to button them because I can clearly have the heavenly view of his naked chest and those biscuits which I am seriously jealous of, I stomach myself from touching my stomach and slap my stomach for being so jelly jelly and not hard and flat like his.
"Come here Ziah" he pats the empty space infront of him and I quickly obey him, rushing towards the bed I sit were he asked me to before grabbing the duvet and throwing it over my legs and now I can finally breathe.
Ziyan chuckles behind my back but wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer to his chest.
"You don't have to be so shy my love, you need to show some skin to your desperate husband and torture him in the most loving way" he whispers as he gently wraps the towel over my head to dry my hair.
He does it in the most careful manner and doesn't shake my head up. But all these sweet actions are making the invisible butterflies in my stomach excited and they start a mini party their.
He runs fingers through my now dry hair and he gently pushed them away from my shoulder only to meet with the collar of his chest a groan leaves his lips but he wraps his veiny hand around my neck and pulls me down so my back is pressed against his front.
I gulp when he plays with the collar button which is securing my dignity, he chuckles right next to my ear before he skilfully removes the button and soon he moves to the next one and that gives him a sinful view of my exposed collarbone and a peek of my chest. The tension has filled in the air and I am just loving the feelings I am feeling.
"Do you want me to stop sweetheart?" And this time since I am not facing him, I boldly shake my head.
He hums looking satisfied by my answer, "I would love to hear it baby" he urges me to speak and I feel so needy when he caresses his finger over my collar bone that it makes me whisper out a 'No' which does not even reach my ears, but to my greatest pleasure he hears it and he hums in response.
A gasp of surprise leaves my lips when he pushes my body on the bed and hovers over me, his thin shirt doing no justice to my eyes.
And when he pushes the blanket away from my legs that was when my breathe hitches and I know I wouldn't wake up the next morning with an innocent mind.
"I love you sweetheart" he whispers as he reminds me about his love for me and I whisper back the same before our lips meet each others.
I hope I wake up alive tomorrow.