Chapter 83: Chapter 83

ABUJA, NIGERIA.

"Why did you have to go see him without me?" Amir kvetch, his hands gliding up and down her knee to her toes as she complained about the dull ache.

"I had to see him before he leaves. This is a one time opportunity for him and I'm never going back to New Zealand so, I did have go." She shrugged with a cheeky smile which he could only shake his head at trying to hide his jealousy.

"Well, continue praising him in my presence. I also get jealous, you know." He lowered his eyes down to her feet so she won't see the possessiveness that blared in his eyes. Seriously, he's been trying to suppress his feelings since she told him about going to meet her so called foreigner. It doesn't matter whether they share the same religion or not, he does not like her with other men, periodt.

"Wait, raise up your head. C'mon, Amirr." She drawled, taking her feet away from his lap and scooted closer to his side, using both her hands to risen up his head so they could stare into one another's eyes. She saw the jealousy and possessiveness in his eyes, very fierce and dangerous like peril.

"Can you see that? It happens whenever I see you with another man, the past or present, it still does." She knows what he means with the past and present. He meant when she was with Mika'il, she gulped down, her eyes still meandering around his. Her breathing is now shallow because for some odd reasons, it turns her on seeing that immense intense jealousy in his eyes. He is was more jealous than Mika'il, far more.

His jealousy is on another level, she can see that in his eyes making her wonder how he's managed to suppress it when she was with Mika'il.

"I didn't know. I'll take note from now on but it doesn't mean I also don't get jealous. Since it's time to confess, I don't like how those girls were flirting with you during Murad's sword crossing." She rasped, her hands moving to her lap like an obedient student but she is still looking in his eyes. It showed blazing hatred for those girls, it brought a wide grin to his lips in an instant.

"Oh, I didn't know my wife was jealous. Ha, you should've told me and I would've shooed them away immediately." His hand wound around her waist and brought her closer to his strong body. She sighed in contentment and breath out. She loves when they confess what the other person did wrong, it's always memorable. And makeup sex, superb!

They've had couple fights two times already and all of them are irrelevant. First, because she left the house in the morning without telling him for it has slipped her mind to do so leaving him home with Anaan. That was the day Murad dropped the bomb of getting married to Hanan on their mother and she couldn't handle it so she called her. She left the house while he was asleep, forgot her phone at home. He was worried shitless about her when he awoke to Anaan's loud cry from the monitor beside him. He called her mother to inform her that she isn't home when he found out she was there at her house.

When she came back, he couldn't stop scolding her even if he wanted to. The worry and concern was palpable in his eyes as he kept going on and on about it for a whole hour. She apologized a whole lot before resulting to seducing him to bed for a makeup sex which worked perfectly. The guy is always insecure, he worries a lot.

And the last time was when she got mad a girl called him up from his college to 'congratulate' on his marriage so when Bushra took the call first, he was in the bathroom, she heard the girl calling him Maan and she lost it whole. Her head literally banged at the sound of the pet name she gave her husband and the fact that her ex-husband was given that name by her. She hung up the phone and instantly started yelling at the top of her voice, he galloped out of the bathroom immediately to see her yelling.

He had to explain to her that that lady is none other than their cousin who happens to be fifteen years old. Bushra knows the girl and knew the girl got obsessed with the name after finding out that Bushra calls Mika'il that. She played the role of wife and Amir husband to act like lovey dovey couple too. She felt guilty later and couldn't even look him in the eyes that whole evening.

"I cannot do that to them, they can't stand a chance in front of me. Can they?" She peered up at his eyes, her mouth twitching as she awaits his response.

"Never but so does that New Zealand man, huh?" His bushy brows rose in question, deep fastidiousness shining inquisitively inside those dark beautiful eyes of his.

"Nope, not even Vicky." She pecked his lips before deciding to go check on her phone.

She's been with Vicky the whole day, it's now evening, she needs to cook for her husband. Vicky got lucky as he worked in a big company back in New Zealand, they were asked to tour Nigeria because the owner wants to set up another business so Vicky immediately contacted her and told her about the three days old trip they were given with one day for themselves. They met up since morning, keep on talking about everything and nothing till minutes ago when Amir won't stop asking when she will come back. He was reluctant allowing her to go alone, she understand his point slightly.

The guy is one heck of a possessive and jealous man but bruh, she is not complaining at all. Having him wrapped all around her always makes her feel ethereal, as if this is her first marriage. They are still in their honeymoon phase, no sign of leaving it anytime soon. Had it not been for Anaan, they would completely feel as if the world is theirs for that main time but no, the little girl demand her time too now and then.

"Your phone is ringing!" Amir hollered from the living room shortly before his presence took over behind her as she sautéed the potatoes she just boiled. She has her vegetable beef soup since earlier in the morning, she will just reheat it.

"Ah, Falak is calling me." She beamed, staring at the name flashing across her screen then she asked him to answer with her pouty lips, he can never say no to that face so he did as she asked and tap the speaker, holding it for her.

"Guess what?!" The princess of Kano joyfully shrieked from the other end eliciting a smile from Amir. Bushra loves this woman and from the way things look, the feeling is mutual.

"I'm sautéing potatoes, tell me already." There is impatience in both Bushra's words and face, anticipating what her friend will tell her.

"I'm outside your new home!" Bushra's eyes widen in glee before she left the spatula and rush to the door to see whether she is telling the truth. She didn't have to reach the door before she heard sirens outside, her smile widened if that is possible.

Her hands yanked the oak door opened with strength she didn't know she possessed, she stood there waiting for the cars to park so her friend could jump out to hug her. She couldn't make it to her wedding because of some royal family issue she didn't bother questioning. Those royals are always up to solving one problem and plotting another, she cannot keep up with it. Shortly, the woman in her thoughts dismounted the white 2020 Lexus RC F looking as gorgeous as ever in her simple Ankara gown, her hand stuck in the pocket whilst a veil is wrapped around the shoulder.

"I miss you." Bushra mumbled as she hugged the older woman tightly around her and vice versa. Her eyes teared up a little, she became more than just a friend as time passes by. She was the one who gave her the advise to marry Amir and give him her all. She is sure she won't ever regret this decision and so far, nothing is perilous.

"I miss you too, little rat. Where's our groom?" She pulled away, her eyes rushing to the door Bushra came out from waiting to see the new groom but he was nowhere in sight. Where is he now?

"Probably in the kitchen sautéing the potatoes. Let's go before he makes porridge with it." They chuckled together, making their way inside the house while chatting away. They haven't seen one another in such a long time, since Mika'il got married to Zara.

"Hi there, new groom! How is my friend treating you?" Falak asked with a wide smile that makes everyone's heart droop with ice, Amir was not an exception.

He has seen her photos around social media, seen her from afar but never up close to see just how heart stopping her beauty is. Just like the rumours going round, she is extremely beautiful fit for her title and with husband that powerful, she could conquer the world.

"Just perfect. I heard a lot about you." He smiles at her, leading her to the breakfast corner so she can sit down before Bushra finishes whatever it is she was sauteing. He just helped turn off the fire so it won't burn, he can't cook to save his life.

"Good things I hope?" She trailed off when she saw her husband, Shaddad walking towards the house in quick strides from the window. Darn, she totally forgot about him!

"She really is not treating you right. Should we look for another woman?" Bushra teased Falak seeing Shaddad strolling alone but the man only smiled and greeted her then shook hands with Amir.

"Ha, if you think my statue will ever get married again, then you are thoroughly mistaken. He is mine alone, never to be shared with anyone but if you want to share our new groom here, I have lists of ladies willing." Falak shrugged seeing Bushra's jealousy blazing before she calmed down when Amir wrapped his arms around her shoulder lovingly, she scooted closer.

"And I'm hers alone too." He declared with thorough devotion, it melted her instantly back in his arms.

"He is a keeper." Falak mouthed to Bushra whose eyes brim with tears as she nodded. Amir is surely a keeper and she'd be damned if she ever let him go.

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Kauthar took a deep breathe before releasing it. She's planned something great for her husband that day for she is now hundred percent sure that her husband is in love with her.

No, he loves her since before they got married but being the emotionally detached man he is, he couldn't express it. She enjoyed riling him up for the past months, she managed to push him into confessing in the most romantic. Oh, she didn't make anything easy for him throughout his so called journey of 'showing her his love' for her.

He did everything romantic he could think of. Sending lunch and flowers to her office everyday is amongst the countless more he's done. She'd randomly get letters sent by him, sometimes text messages while he is away, she'd shake her head at his insane mentality. He also took her to few romantic eateries where she was showed just how much of a gentleman he could be. She's seen the women ogling at him, she was jealous. What woman wouldn't be?

Her husband is drop dead handsome and she once or twice, they went there while he was wearing his uniform so just double the gorgeousness and think of the women trying to get another glimpse of him by taking up new orders, changing sits and so on.

She has many cards now inside her closet, she made sure he won't see them though. She acts as though she didn't like what he's been doing but she loves everything he's done. Her friends will tease her about it endlessly while she blush. Yes, Kauthar Malik Masari literally blushed when her friends talk about her husband like that. They always say that he is a keeper, she couldn't be more sure of that seeing how doting he's been. She never would've imagined the Major doing so much for her. It touched her heart.

And dare she say, she is falling hopelessly in love with her husband. It is not something hard!

She looked around their bedroom again for the nth time trying to gauge out what is it she didn't arrange well. Though they've been sharing the same room, they have never been intimate. Not even that mistake of cuddling in the middle of the night. They are always too stiff for their own knowledge that something as sweet and romantic as cuddling by mistake that happens to all characters never happened between them. No matter how much she wants to get cocooned in those yummy looking muscles when he sleeps wearing only a tank top due to the weather.

Whenever he wears a tank top, she will also wear one so they can all torture one another throughout the night. They will keep squirming like teenagers that just hit puberty, it is almost comical. Kauthar is keeping her guard aside and will take their relationship higher up a notch that very day. She don't plan on them getting intimate, she will just confess to him but if it leads to love making, she won't complain at all. She's been frustrated for long already, she needs a bit action to spice up her married life.

If only her friends knew what goes on inside their home, they wouldn't speak too naughty and make her wanton.

She left the room to check the food she's ordered, his favorite Chinese. She came back home late, she wanted to make it herself but she cannot do everything in that short amount of time given. He promised to take a break from work whenever they are ready to make their relationship work so maybe this is it. But would she be able to do so? She's already finished her whole break, they won't give her another anytime soon. Not when the company is going through such a rough patch, it won't look good for her record.

Changing into new set of negligée, she smiled at her figure in the mirror. She's never worn something like that, not even to try whether it looks good on her or not. She has no doubt Bushra advised them to put red stuff inside those boxes for her knowing how she rocks them well. Her skin tone loves red, it makes her look bolder, sexier and much more desirable.

Her thirty four DD breasts stood proudly inside the corset like bra that comes with the negligée showing half her cleavage. Darn, she is definitely doing this to seduce him and not just confess her love for him. If she wears this clothing, he will not be able to understand what she is saying so she took the robe that comes with it and close her body tightly. The robe can come off later, he needs to listen and understand before anything else. She gave herself a wicked smile, this should be a payback for him.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, she sat down on the bed watching the trolley filled with varieties of foods for them. They are going to eat their food in the room that day, not the dining just in case they need to use the bed. Her heart thudded loudly inside her chest because she is now nervous about what could happen if he really wants to get intimate with her. Would he really do that though? He seems reluctant to even hug her after that stunt he pulled months ago, she's afraid of what could happen now. But then again, he is a man, full blooded man!

"Hey, welcome." She smiled at him, arranging the food off the trolley and onto the carpet in the room sitting on the floor. She is darn sure she looks like those loving wives always waiting for their husbands to come back home so they can welcome them.

"Thank you. Why is the room like this?" He looked around the room while removing his boots from his feet. His eyes surveyed the room then his wife before concluding that something is amiss. There is this warmth enveloping the room, he don't trust it but he craves it.

"Can't a woman make her room look like this for a change?" She suddenly felt defensive, he can't throw her effort to her face just because he doesn't know how to appreciate goodness. She almost forgot that the guy knows not how to talk, it slipped her mind.

"No, no, that's not what I mean. It looks great, really." His compliment made her smile, the largest he's ever seen since he married her. It gave him this positive feeling inside of him which he hasn't felt in a long time. Maybe this is what he has been waiting for? For his wife to accept him and his love so they can focus on making their marriage work?

"Good. That is how you should compliment your wife whenever you come home. Go and take a shower and join me here." She patted the space next to her and being the desperate man he is, he quickly made his way to the bathroom and took the quickest shower to ever exist. He can't leave her hanging there just like that, nope.

"What is the occasion? Don't mind me asking, I can't help it." He is looking warily at her but amused too, hoping he is not ticking the bomb in front of him. He doesn't want her to explode on him, not when they are finally swerving forward.

"Nothing. Just wanted to confess my undying love for you." She gave a cheeky smile to hide away the fact that she is anxious, damn anxious. She will not really tell him directly, she should just show him by consummating their marriage. He is a big boy, he will definitely understand what she means after that transpired between them.

Huh?!

"Hahaha, very funny. Wow... Chinese?" He smiled at the food in front of him then serve it for them both like a gentleman yet again.

After they finished dining, they started talking about their day filling each other of all the mundane detail of what happened in their lives for the day. They cleared the place slowly while bumping into one another on their way to the kitchen. She is trying to untie her robe and did it after a while, they were in their bedroom then.

The guy looked utterly flabbergasted, his eyes widened in surprise but there is no way he didn't like what he is seeing. She made the first move slowly, her legs giving out due to the intensity of his gaze so she buckled, he caught her quickly in his arms. He didn't wait for her permission or any other step from her, his lips descended on hers in a fierce kiss that is enough to make her wanton. She felt sultry, the kiss sweltering and feverish. She never expected him to be such a good kisser, kudos on that reading 'romantic books' then.

"Stop wasting time." She groaned when he stopped to ask for permission, by then she was out of her robe and the negligée is also nowhere to be seen. She didn't know when those words left her lips in a frustrated breath.

"With pleasure, my love." And then it happened. It was passionate, intense, feverish and ardent.