Chapter 55

Part 55

He stepped inside their bedroom and found her sitting on the floor, leaning against the balcony door. She was drawing the designs, which were her assignment, which she had to submit in the next 5 days.

His eyes cast a little down to her toned bare legs as she was wearing shorts and a crop top. Her hair was tied in a messy bun with a few hair strands falling on her forehead and the side of her cheek and ear. She was too engrossed in her work to notice that he was there inside the room with her.

Her phone rang, which was lying on the bed carelessly. She looked up and found him looking at her. Averting her gaze, she got up and picked up the phone. She was very angry with him. And it's been three days since she wasn't talking to him. Well, they fought. Veer and Samaira just love to fight with each other.

She grabbed the phone and picked up the call. It was from Pranit: "Princess, did you see his song crosses 50 million views?" She felt proud of Veer after hearing Pranit.

"It's time for a party," she heard Samir's voice.

"Party from my side," it was Palash.

"Tomorrow night then," it was Madhav.

"Yes, tomorrow night will be fine," Pranit said.

It took her a few seconds to realise that it was a conference call.

"Uhh, guys, I'll talk to you all later," Samaira said and glanced at Veer again, who was fixing the bedsheet now.

"Princess, are you ok?" Pranit asked..

"I am fine, dad, just a bit busy. We will talk later." She hung up the phone. And was really pissed at Veer as he was also ignoring.

It's her job to ignore him.. not his.. he wasn't even trying to talk to her, and she so badly wanted to smack his handsome face on the wall but controlled herself because she didn't want to destroy his face either.

Glancing at the wall clock, which shows 6.30, she went to the kitchen.

She took out the chocolate cup cakes from the refrigerator and started eating them while sitting on the kitchen counter. "She has to cook dinner too," she thought to herself.

Here in the bedroom, he sat on the bed holding his head. He wanted to talk to her, but he didn't know how to. That night, their fight was nasty.

He didn't know what got inside him when he said bad words to her, but she was no saint either; she knew how to answer him back.

Her phone rang again.. he grabbed the phone and found it was Palash's call.. he walked out of the room and spotted her in the kitchen.

She was having cupcakes like a baby and was looking like a little sexy seductress.

"Your phone is ringing," he said. Well, the ringing had already stopped, and she looked up at him; they shared an eyelock, which was broken by the beep tone.

She jumped off the kitchen counter and snatched the phone from his hand to find a message from Palash. "Sam "I sent Veer's reward to your bank account as I didn't know about his account. Tell him thanks for singing a song for me. And yeah, tomorrow night party from my side at barrel and co."

Reading the message, she found one more message saying that Rs. 1 lakh and 30 thousand had been credited to her account.

She put the phone down and turned towards Veer, who was drinking water.

She strode towards him while he gave her a questioning look, putting the bottle aside.

Glaring at him, she jerked him close to herself by clutching his collar before he could utter anything. Her lips wrapped around his hard lips as she kissed him hard and fast, making him shocked by the bold move. He stumbled a little and clutched the counter for support.

His back pressed against the kitchen counter while her soft body pressed against his. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her back with all the love. His hands moved down a little to her hips, and she got the hint and jumped, wrapping her legs around him as he picked her up and walked out of the kitchen without breaking the kiss.

He made her lie down on the sofa, hovered over her, and broke the kiss as they both breathed heavily.

"Samaira..I..am--" She cut him off, placing her index finger on his lips. "Ssshh, not now," whispering, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed the ear before sucking it softly.

He breathed out and then moaned as she sucked his earlobe softly, nipping it sometimes. It was turning him on very hard.

He held her both hands, pinning them above her head. His lips descended on hers, and they went for another round of sucking and biting each other's lips.

Breaking the kiss, his lips moved down to her neck, touching the collarbone and going down to her cleavage. He was about to rip off her top, but reality hit him that she had assignments to complete.

He left her hands about to get off her when she stopped him in her breathless tone, "Don't stop."

He leaned closer and kissed her forehead, murmuring, "You have assignments to complete; we'll continue it later."

She groaned and pulled him close again as he tried to get off her. "But I need it, and I know you do too," he chuckled and cupped her cheeks.

"I don't want to come between you and your career wifey," and these words shocked her.

These were the same words she said when they fought that day. He got off from her and went to the bedroom while she sat up holding her head.

Flashback..

"Either way, you are disturbing me," she said, glaring at him while he pouted.

"Samaira, it's important," he said. He actually had something important to show her.

"Not more important than my career, Veer," she uttered while he stood there, registering the meaning of her words.

"Wifey, see this once, na," he said cutely again.

"Veer, stop being childish all the time, and please don't come between me and my dream," she shouted, angrily glaring at him. He curled his hand into a fist to control himself and not to shout on her back.

"That means I'm not important for you?" he asked.

"Veer, shut up and let me do this," she was hell-irritated by him.

"Fine, then do the fuck you want," he turned to leave the room, and mistakenly, the ink fell on her designs by his feet as she was sitting on the floor. It was a mistake, but it made her angry as hell.

"Ugh, you asshole, male bitch, man whore, you spill the ink on my designs," though it was a mistake, but his anger rose hearing her.

"Then you aren't less than a bitch and a whore." That was just slipped out of his mouth in the heat of the moment.. and it took him 20 seconds to realise what the shit he uttered..

"What the hell did you just say, huh?" "Come again!" she shouted.

"You are no less watching your tongue first," he shouted back, and this led to their nasty fight.

Flashback end..

Sam's pov..

Ughhh we just love to fight.. but why I was pissed at him that night maybe because of my designs..I shouldn't have said those words to him. He was more important than my freaking career.

But he called me a bitch and a whore.

"You are no less Samaira; it was you who said man whore and male bitch to him first," my subconscious reminded me.

Hell, I didn't care what he said or what I said. All I just care about him; ugh, because of all this, I forgot to tell him about his achievement.

Mine Handsome Monster Husband

I got up from the couch and went to our bedroom and frowned when he wasn't there. I went to the other room and found him sleeping on the bed.

Yeh ladka kabhi bhi sojata hai.

(This boy can sleep anytime.)

I sat beside him, staring at his chand sa mukhda. Samaira Mehta, you are so lucky that you got this man all for yourself.

I leaned closer and pecked his cheek. I am proud of you, Veer.

I covered him with a duvet and then went out of the room. I have to make dinner now. Well, let's do something special for my man.

I made his favourite food, his favourite gajar ka halwa, and of course a small cake, then glanced at the time—it was already 9.

Gajar ka halwa means carrot pudding.

She went inside the room where he was still sleeping. She quickly changed into her comfy pyjamas and t-shirt and took out one for him. Well, they have the same pair.

She went to the balcony and did the set up for a perfect movie date night. It was looking beautiful.



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He woke up and was about to open the door, but I was locked from the outside.

"Samaira, open the door," he shouted, banging on the door hard.

"I've left something for you there; do it, and then I'll open the door," she shouted from outside.

He sighed and his eyes fell on the note written "wear me." He found his comfy pajamas, and his lips broke into a smile.

After freshening up, he wore the outfit and knocked on the door again, and she opened it.

"What's all this?" He asked, and she glared at him.

"Shut up," she said angrily, and stood on the chair.

"What are you doing?" He asked..

"Shut up, you talk so much," she grumbled and blindfolded him.

"Now come with me," she said, holding his hand.

"Kahan Lee jarahi ho mujhe chota packet," he asked.

Where are you taking me?

"Tumhe balcony se dhakke marne wali hu monster," she answered and took him in the balcony.

(I want you to push you off the balcony, monster.)

"Chota packet vidwaa hojaogi yaar tum," he said, only to get a smack on his back.

(You will become a widow then.)

She opened his blindfold, and he was awestruck seeing the set up. His eyes fell on the small cake where it said, "Proud Of You, Husband."

Then he found his favourite foods... A bottle of red wine, two glasses, and of course a laptop because it was their movie date night

He turned towards her, and she wrapped her arms around him. "I am sorry," both said in unison, and they chuckled the next moment.

"You don't need to say sorry because you are my male bitch and I am your bitch," she asked as she giggled, making him smile.

"Pagal," he muttered and pecked his forehead.

"I have something to show you," she said, taking out her phone and showing the message.

"Your First Achievement," she said proudly. He was shocked seeing the message, and his eyes welled up with tears. The next moment, he hugged her tightly, making her stumble.

"You did it, Mr. Husband." "I am so zyadaaa proud of you," she said, caressing his back.