Married to Mr. Mafia by Nusrat Jahan (books to read this summer txt) 📕

Be happy for this moment. .

AMIRA SULTAN p.o.v

" What " he narrowed his eyes .

" What ? What " I pretend to innocent 

" Did you say you like me ?" He questioned towering his height over me.

Oh no think , think Amira think or else you feel forever lifetime embarrassment in one day .

" Wha- I " I did the most genius thing. I laugh , I laughed so hard that for a second he was taken aback .

" I don't like you" I drag the word you , still laughing " I like my Dora " I finished wiping my fake tears.

" DORA?" He looked confused .

" Yes my Dora" I showed the Doraemon .

Realisation dawns on him , he looks like he is just done with me " idiot " he murmure walking away .

I sigh in relief " we really got  save Dora " I hug the Doraemon following him .

" Where are we going " I trail behind him 

No response

I rolled my eyes  " grumpy pants " I scowl.

Suddenly we entered a fancy restaurant , I gasped at the interior design " wow " I was looking at an elegant sight .

The moment we stepped inside , the host came with a bright smile , it looked like he just won the lottery .

" Mr. Mirza , what a pleasant surprise , you came to our restaurant " if it's possible he would fell on his knees to greet him , that's how happy he was seeing Khalid , I scan the restaurant indeed there were few people not everyone can afford to eat here, mostly couples are present but every girl eyes Khalid with a jaw drop on the floor , some glaring at me as well , I quickly hid behind Khalid feeling self conscious and nervous .

I clutch the back of his shirt , and the host glances at me .

" To your usual seat sir, " the host said .

Khalid nodded while pulling me in the front by my wrist " stop behaving like a child " he sounded irritated .

" I am child " I hissed feeling offended " it's not my fault you are older than me " 

He glared " ohh did I push the wrong nerve " I raised my both eyebrows , teasing .

" Whatever " he said grumpily .

We followed the host , it was in the corner near the window .

The moment I saw the beautiful sight of the city , I squealed like a child and stuck like a lizard on the big glass window watching the lightning city gasping like a child. I  am pretty sure my nose smash against the window too. I might look like a pig if someone sees me from the other side but I'm glad it's not possible .

" Omph…" Khalid tugged my wrist forcefully making me sit .

" Will you stop behaving like a child for once " he gritted out .

I slump in my seat feeling upset. Why does he keep calling me child? I am going to turn twenty soon. Besides , I am so mature for my age . I huff crossing my arm feeling mad at him .

I glance at the table set afar from us but I can see the girl wearing a tight fitting black yet elegant dress , her curly hair complimenting her look, she smile so gracefully , the guy with her gazing her in awe , I look back at devil who has a constant crease in his forehead ,like he is not enjoying my company at all .

Well he keeps calling me child so it's pretty much clear . I couldn't help but glance at the girl again , she told the waiter something in Italian , then smiled politely . He walked away  

Squinting my eyes observed her actions .

The way she smile shyly looking down , she bit her lower  lip , the way she slowly put a strand of her hair behind her ear . The guy looked completely smitten by her .

I looked  at Khalid, I sat straight like that girl , glanced at him then looked down shyly. I should have worn something like that at home . Damn it 

The waiter came with a notepad in his hand " are you guys ready to order " he said politely .

" Yes " he put the menu down " one Pasta Con Pomodoro E Basilico for me and for the lady Margherita - " I cut his word .

" Hey , hey " I wave my hand " let me order my food " I chuckled sarcastically .

" Fine go ahead " he gave a look that I didn't understand . I smile like that girl you know I am now pretending to be sophisticated .

I took the menu in my hand .

My sophisticated smile vanishes. What on this earth is this , everything written in I guess in Italian??? How the hell am I supposed to order now?

Way too embarrassed yourself Ana . My heart pound inside my chest I have no  idea I can't even read the name properly 

" Maam ?" 

" Maam? " 

" TESORO '' I jumped slightly at Khalidl's stern voice .

I look up to see the host waiting for my order .

" No. 4 " I closed the menu sounding confident .

" Are you sure Ma'am? " the waiter looked reassured .

" Of course -I " 

" Tesoro are you sure " Khalid eyebrows knit together .

I glanced at the waiter , " Of course I am sure , what do you think? I am 5 " I hissed, feeling embarrassed .

" You do- " 

" Shh " I shush him .

" Just bring our order "Khalid sighs .

After the waiter left , I played with my hair shyly then glance at my husband giving him a look like the girl gave to her boyfriend.

" Are you not feeling well , I feel like you are having symptoms of face paralysis " Khalid lean on the table taking a closure look of me .

" Do you want me to take you to the doctor ?" He said worriedly.

I pressed my lips together. I felt so mad that if I had cake in my hand , I would smash it on his face .

" No " I gritted my teeth .

He shrugged leaning on his seat back, scrolling his phone again .

" Hopeless man" I mutter angrily

" Did you say something?" He moved his phone away .

My eyes widened " no nothing , waiting for food " I fake chuckled.

" WHAT THE HELL IS THIS" I watch my food horrified .

Khalid took a bite of his word " I thought you are sure what you ordered " there was a playful grin playing at the corner of his lips