Ahmed's POV:
Tonight was our second night at the beach house and I regret coming here with Sandal. She spent more time in admiring sea rather than me.
Great, I am being jealous of the sea now...
I sighed and start changing channels. My mind was continuously circling around to the kiss we share today or more like the kiss I stole today. It could've been better than that but she ...
Argh! Forget it.
"Suniye, where is the other bag?" Sandal asked me coming out of the room.
Suniye????
Once I hated this typical Pakistani women's way of calling their husband ... Why can't they simply call their names? I like Sandal called me by my name, which rarely happens but... somehow 'suniye' sounds cuter. It held a shyness and hesitation that makes me smile every time she uses this word.
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