At night, I was in our room, braiding my hair before going to bed, humming to myself nonchalantly until he came out of the bathroom after changing his clothes.
His confused eyes scanned me, failing to grasp what must be going through my mind and asked vaguely.
"What are you trying to do?"
"Hmm?"
Not changing my expressions, I continued to hum, shifting my upper body to him when he sat beside me on the couch, taking my hair and began to braid them.
"You. Who wants to avoid me, resents me, would never forgive me, now wants to declare that you are my wife."
Knitting his eyebrows, he closed our gap. His intense eyes observing me closely. His breath reached my ears, making my body tremble unwillingly.
"What exactly are your intentions, Noor-e-Jaan?" He whispered temptingl
