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Zoya Begum's jealousy
I gasped when the coffee cup slipped away from the grasp of my fingers, irritated at my own moment of inattention. Brown tinged the white tiles of the dining room. Ugh. So much for making up coffee. As I crouched down to pick up the multitude of shards from the smashed mug, I recalled the argument I had with my hubby.
I had been pouting ever since we came back from the dinner with Asad's business partners, relying on the silent treatment for the past two hours.
"I don't understand, why are you so jealous of a mere co worker?" He asked, nuzzling my hair, then my neck. I suppressed a shiver.
Haye Allah! And he can ask, still?! Said co worker had been sitting on his left, while I sat on the right, and kept giggling as if she was on laughing gas! Not to mention, she made me feel self conscious. Yes, me, Zoya Farooqui Khan, self conscious. But I couldn't help it. She was...annoyingly neat, like him. They spoke back and forth about future projects all evening, while I sat there confused, barely understanding anything from the continuous exchange -maybe because I was fuming, but you get the point.
I didn't even answer him, just turning away & sleeping without even facing him, much less his arms around me.
Needless to say, just like I was stubborn, so was he. And he adopted the silent treatment as well.
So today, two days later, I had decided to randomly make him coffee, and actually talk to him. But that hadn't worked.
He had been staring at his computer screen, absorbed in his work, until the sound of glass breaking made him aware of my presence. When I felt his eyes on me, I looked up, getting distracted in the most gorgeous way; through these breathtaking brown irises.
My hands hadn't stilled though, still trying to clean up the mess.
"Ow!" I screeched when a shard pierced the skin of my wrist.
"Zoya!" The way my name left his lips in that moment, which such concern and care had me almost pleased with my clumsiness.
I even pretended to ignore the injury, just to see what he'd do next. It didn't hurt too much, after all. In a matter of seconds, he was crouched beside me.
"Are you insane, or trying to make me?" He growled. Haye...I always insisted I wasn't insane, but that husky tone could easily make me. I didn't speak, only whimpering to take his attention back to my wrist. He sighed and stood up, coming back at my side only a few minutes
He took a handkerchief out of his pocket , wet it with antiseptic and gently began to dab away the blood. As he did so, I took in his appearance. Only one word did it justice in my mind. Delectable. His hair was, as per usual, neat. His growing stubble -my weakness, hence why he kept it. He wore navy blue pants, a white button up shirt, and a grey tie.
When I finished scanning his outfit, he had cleaned my wound and was lightly blowing over it before he covered it by tying the handkerchief over it.
"Thank you." I murmured, to which he rolled his eyes.
"Do you remember what your name is?"
Huh?!
"Asad, what're you talking about?"
"Zoya." He breathed out, his face suddenly closer to mine; making my heartbeat start an unexpected race. "Asad." He pressed a kiss to my forehead, my eyes fluttering shut. "Ahmad." Kisses on both cheeks.
"Khan." A peck on my plump lips, which left them aching for more as I put one arm around his neck.
"Even your name says you're mine, and yet you thank me for taking care of you." He scoffed. "Ridiculous."
I couldn't help but giggle, surprised that he didn't even care about the mess on the floor near us.
He sat me on the couch with a little huff. "What's with coffee at 3 PM anyway?"
"Well, it's been awhile since we last spoke, and I'm..." Sorry? No. Jealousy was natural for a woman in love. "I'm bored, so I made coffee." He stared at me, and for a moment, I thought he was angry.
But then I got surprised with the beautiful rarity that was my husband's laugh. And not just a brief laugh, no. A multitude of chuckles left his mouth. "Unbelievable." He mumbled.
For the next few minutes, we sat there in silence that was oddly comfortable. I broke it by thinking out loud. "I didn't know a bit of broken glass could have you kissing me like that." I teased.
He raised a brow, then rolled his eyes once again. "You'd be surprised, the amount of things that make me want to." Wow.
"Surprise me." I requested in a small voice, excitement had my cheeks crimson, like my shirt.
He chuckled once more, making me marvel at the sound, then closed his laptop and scooted closer, our knees touching.
But then...
The door opened, and in came a cheerful Najma.
Although we weren't in an exactly compromising position, she immediately asked us if she had interrupted' something, practically fangirling over nothing.
"Don't worry about it, Najma."
Asad's calmness in embarrassing situations would forever baffle me.
"And you, Zoya Begum. Come with me so we can fix the distance caused by your jealousy. . . "
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Hello there, fellow Qubool Hai lovers!
I hope you enjoyed this OS
I really love the word Begum -being a Jodha Akbar fan does that and decided to use it in this.
If any of you like that show too, I'll soon be posting some of my writing on the Jodha Akbar forum as well.
But I definitely want to write more about Qubool Hai, I just need some ideas.
And you guys can help with your suggestions and/or feedback so feel free! :)
