Poison
ARA’S POV
I nodded, put my palm on my mouth, and chewed. Thank God, he took a small bite, and I got to eat the rest.
Gosh, why are these rich people so miserly? They want their share of everything.
Again, my chain of thought broke when he cleaned my lips with a napkin. And asked, "So my queen does not like to share the food. That’s quite news."
I looked at him with a sheepish smile and said, "I never share muffins with anyone."
He smiles and shakes his head.
Well, I cannot help it; I am a bit possessive about my food.
I was again about to clear the table, but again he said, "Leave it."
I know I don’t have any other option than this, so I nodded, and we went for the first time to sit in the living room.
What a change! (Note of sarcasm)
As we sat, I remembered th
