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Zoya bent her head and bit him on the hand so hard that he screamed loudly and let go. “Aah!!! Are you a vampire or what? Do you have to bite me so hard? Are your teeth made of iron?,” Kashan questioned as he jumped out of the bed and held his hand in pain.

He didn’t receive response for a while and didn’t even think of it cause he was looking at the back of his hand that has bite marks from the lips he wished landed on his mouth instead.

That was when it finally clicked in his brain and he froze. He looked up and saw Zoya looking at him with an extremely livid expression.

He gasped… Oh no! She will surely kill him now… No one will be able to save him. He already asked his bodyguards to leave cause he thought this would end up being a romantic night with the two of them but he thinks the bodyguards will see his corpse instead tomorrow.

“You aren’t drunk, are you?,” Zoya asked quietly. Kashan couldn’t reply. Zoya laughed lowly in a way that frightened him and said,“You woke me from my beauty sleep. Made me drive here when it’s already so late. I had to pull you to your room. Help you unbutton your shirt and then remove your stinky shoes!!!!”

Kashan gulped and moved backwards slowly. Zoya walked to his bedside drawer and he asked fearfully,“What are you doing?”

“I am looking for a knife. You must have a secret knife hidden in here.”

Kashan began to pray when he heard her response ???Another name for this situation is ‘you are in soup.’ ????

?Don’t copy or repost my book. You won’t know what will kill you ?

“Aunt Zeenat, where’s papa?,” Samir asked suddenly and all the guests looked at each other wondering why the boy still hasn’t cut his cake.

Zeenat shrugged and turned to her mother before asking,“Mother, do you know where brother is?” Mrs Sharma frowned and said,“He must be with his wife.”

Samir frowned a little. ‘Wife’… What does that mean? He looked at Zeenat and she told him,“Samir, papa is with your mama. Cut the cake and don’t keep people waiting like this.”

His eyes turned frost cold. Mama? That can only mean one thing. Papa went to that miss noisy again. He was so upset that his face turned red.

He dropped the knife on the table and said,“Call papa for me or I won’t cut the cake.” Zeenat and everyone present there was speechless.

Mrs Sharma smiled awkwardly and tried to persuade him,“Samir honey… Cut your cake… Your dad will be here in a minute.” He didn’t bother to answer her. Just gave her silent mode and faced the other side.

She frowned and turned to Zeenat,“Get your brother here right this instant.” Zeenat quickly hurried away and soon came back with Aamir.

Samir smiled and ran to Aamir who carried him. The latter was a little bit suprised with the way his son was behaving. Samir looked behind Aamir with a frown but when he didn’t see Neha, he smiled.

“Papa… To the cake!!!,” He shouted happily like a sailor and Aamir smiled. Aamir made funny engine sounds as he carried Samir to the cake like he was driving him in a car.

The boy laughed happily, making the guests smile at how cute he is. Mrs Sharma sighed in relief when she saw that people seem to have forgotten what just happened.

They all sang the happy birthday song as Samir blew the candles, made a wish and cut the cake. “Baby, what did you wish for?,” Aamir asked gently.

“Dad… It’s a secret,” he replied with a mischievous smirk…. Hmm, secret? Can you guess what he wished for?



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