HER POV

After chatting with Nazma Tai for a while, she excused herself to prepare dinner for us.

That left me with him again.

Zaydaan walked me to a room on the first floor.
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I slipped off my abaya and jeans tossed them on the bed and entered the bathroom.

First, I let the hot shower run over my body, I tilted my head out f of the shower avoiding hot water on my hair.

The hot shower hit me like heaven, soothing every tired muscle and the steam melted away the exhaustion.

But that wasn't enough so I turned off the hot water and rinsed my hair under the shower.

The coldness ran through every vein, cooling me down. I just wanted a good sleep, that's why I washed my hair.

Uff, lambe baal jhelna itna easy nahi hota.

After rinsing the shampoo, I lathered the conditioner through the ends, enjoying the calm silence until a sudden knock on the bathroom door startled me.

"Aaayi, Nazma Tai," I called, quickly tying my wet conditioner hair into a bun and wrapping myself in the bathrobe.

When I opened the door slightly, she handed me a bag.

"Zaydaan baba ne diya hai. Tumhare liye gift hai," she smiled.

My brows rose.

Gift?

I closed the door curiosity bubbling, and tore the box open.

One look inside and my jaw dropped.

My knees actually wobbled and I almost slipped.

"Nazma Tai, are you sure yeh Zaydaan ne bheja hai?" I shouted toward the closed door, disbelief dripping from every word.

Inside the box lay a demi bra and a g-string panty, shimmering like they'd just crawled out of a Victoria's Secret catalog.

I glared at them so hard I was sure my nazar could burn holes right through.

Nazma Tai's muffled voice floated back.

"Haan, usne bola hai ki tumko yahi pehnna hai." And just like that she left.

I stared at the "gift" again.

Pagal ho gaya hai yeh admi? Mein yeh kaise pehen sakti hoon?

With an exaggerated sigh, I tossed the set back into the bag.

"Chhod, Zerlish... purana kapda pehn le. Baad mein iski khabar leti hoon."

I untied the robe rinsed the conditioner out of my hair, and reached for my towel.

In the process, my old shirt slipped from the rack and fell straight into a puddle of water.

"Bas! Yehi hona reh gaya tha" I groaned trying to pick it up only to find it soaked completely.

Now I stood in the middle of the bathroom: dripping hair, wet towel, ruined shirt... and a certain unwanted "gift" staring at me from the counter like it was mocking my existence.

Kismat bhi kuch kam sath nahi de rhi thi meri. I soaked my worn linguire.

After a five-minute battle with towels and dignity, I gave up and put the gift set on.

I'd already used two towels just to dry my hair; the bathrobe was already wet before tai ke karan.

ab sirf ek chhoti si towel hi bachi thi.

I wrapped myself in that mini towel I found in the cabinet and peeked out of the bathroom door.

"Ya Allah, Zaydaan na ho andar baitha hua," I prayed silently.

The room looked empty.

Relief flooded me until my eyes landed on more shoppers lying on the bed.

Bach gayi kuch toh mil jayega pehenne layak, I thought, and walked out, dropping the towel on the bed.

Now basically I was in my lingerie only, reaching for a black maxi dress I'd found.

Just as I was about to change the door swung open without a knock.

I glanced up and saw him, his head buried in his phone and the door slammed behind him with a soft click.

He looked up.

"Tum..." he began.

"Ag.....ahhh!" I screamed as he turned, and his forehead smacked the door frame.

He cursed "fuck" rubbing his head as I grabbed the towel and wrapped it around me again.

Iss baar kuch nahi dhak raha tha naam ka towel lia hua h meine.

"Bata ke nahi aa sakte the andar?" I snapped.

"Mujhe kya pata tha tum kapde change kar rahi ho, mujhe laga bathroom mein hogi," he said trying to sound innocent as he turned his head.

"Peeche mat ghuro." My voice was sharp.

He didn't listen to me and turned back and stared at me at the tiny strip of towel then snorted.

"Why the fuck are you wearing this slutty lingerie?"

"Zyda banao mat. Tumne hi Tai ke haathon bheja hai gift bol kar."

"Meine kab bola? Maine kuch nahi kiya. Meine unko shopper upar rakh ke aane ko bola tha, sirf," he defended but his eyes were not denying they liked the view.

"Tai ne kaha tumne pehenne diya h isko," I shot back.

"So you wore it? How obedient my wife is," he teased the corner of his mouth twitching.

"Shut up. Tumhari galti hai. Dafa ho jao yahaan se," I hissed.

He didn't leave.

Instead he turned fully toward me.

"Ab mere kehne pe pehna hai toh let me enjoy the wife then."

He stepped closer.

"I will kill you, Zaydaan Azhar." My voice trembled mostly from embarrassment not fear.

He moved faster and yanked the towel away.

I'm naked in this slutty lingerie.

For a wild second his face flushed, red climbing up his ears and neck like a man about to combust.

I spun him trying to face the door.

"You have to wear maid lingerie to see me in this," I blurted because surely if I couldn't have dignity I'd at least win the ridiculousness war.

"What?"

He stared.

In a sudden, In a spark of defiance I grabbed his phone, searched, and shoved the screen in front of his face.

"This one.... DEAL?" I asked doing my best to keep my voice steady while my insides were doing cartwheels.

Silence stretched.

Then, like a rubber band snapping, I realized what I'd done what I'd said before thinking.

Damn.

Kill Me Now

Now I look like a pervert.

"I have no idea you're into this type of play," he said with a devilish smirk curling at the edge of his lips.

"Shut up and leave. Let me wear my clothes," I snapped trying to keep my voice steady though my pulse was hammering.

"Not now," he murmured tilting his head back to look at me. "Not until I'm satisfied with gazing at you."

And God, his gaze... it wasn't just looking. It was penetrating deep, as if he was trying to memorize every inch of me.

I took a step forward, almost instinctively, and grabbed his shirt, pulling it closer.

The space between us vanished, breaths mingling, hot and shallow.

One by one, I unbuttoned his shirt, my fingers brushing against the warm skin beneath.

His hands found my waist, coiling around me pressing me into him.

His warmth against my cold skin sent shivers up my spine.

Goosebumps rose like electricity crawling across my body.

I pulled the last button free and let his shirt fall to the floor.

His eyes never left mine.

We were inches apart now, hearts racing, almost ready to pounce, suspended in a moment that was dangerously close to crossing every line we'd been tiptoeing around.
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