Unspoken Attractions by Failia Baighaan (short books to read txt) 📕

The next day, they woke up after living the most pleasurable night of their life, The night of passion which indicated their wait was worth it.

How their hearts collide, holding each other and becoming one. 

Zain, being the punctual man, woke up sharp in the morning, freshened up and saw Hoorain sleeping peacefully.

Hugging the pillow with loud breaths and dropped mouth. 

Smiling, he cannot believe this is a reality, her in his arms, in his domain.

“You are very pretty.” He whispered, caressing the side of her face with a sincere smile on his lips.

Sighing, he got up and walked out of the room, earning smirks from everyone but clearing his throat, he looked away with a blush on his cheek.

Hoorain was so loud that he had to cover her mouth but the question remains.

Was he too rough or she was untouched? It was their first after all.

“Look at someone’s glow.” Isra smirked, checking his form.

“Shut up.” He muttered, ignoring the smirk he received from his cousins and other family members.

“Oh, you’re awake early?” Aima asked, checking his form.

“Yeah, why?” He asked.

“At least don’t wake Hoorain. Not everyone is a morning bird.” Isra said from the hall, using her phone.

“I know.” He called back.

“Can I have breakfast?” He asked his mother, starving. 

“Of course not. You are going to wait for Hoorain. Today is your first day, have breakfast together.” Aima scolded, putting her hands on her waist.

“But, I am starving.” He reasoned.

“You must be.” His cousin said, smirking at him. He glared at him to shut up and sighed.

“Okay.”

“In fact, cook for Hoorain. She will be delighted.” He offered, walking by.

“That is a great idea, show your skills.” Aima grinned, patting his back and going back to the hall, joining everyone.

Frowning at the negligence gained, he went back inside with an empty stomach to at least lay down and rest until Hoorain woke up.

Taking the pack of biscuits on the table. Munching on the biscuit he entered the room and saw Hoorain was wearing a beautiful blue long kurti and matching trousers.

His eyes widened for a second to see her graceful body, how the dress suited her. She was humming to herself, grinning at her wedding ring.

Looking up, she saw him leaning on the wall, eating a biscuit with a smirk.

“Morning, Dear. How are you?” He asked, coming closer.

With a red face turning red, she lowered her gaze shyly, “Fine.” She whispered.

Coming closer, he hugged her from behind, “Are you sure? Are you feeling okay?” He asked sweetly, worried about her.

“Yes, I am.” She giggled.

“Oh, do you want a biscuit?” He asked, offering her.

“Did you have breakfast?” She asked, wearing her earring as he slowly kissed her neck.

“Nope.” He hummed. 

“Then why are you eating it? Give it to me.” She frowned, taking it away to which He pouted.

“I am hungry. I was waiting for you to wake up.” He mumbled, not leaving her.

“It was my first day. Of course, I set the alarm to wake up early.” She sighed, pulling away which he didn’t like at all.

“You don’t have to.” He shrugged.

“Yeah, yeah. I know but I want to.” She hummed, taking his hand.

“Now, let’s go and greet everyone.” She smiled.

“Seems like someone’s shyness has washed away.” He smirked, coming closer.

“What else do you expect?” She asked, dragging him out although it was unfaborable for Zain but he followed her.

“Morning.” She grinned, greeting everyone as everyone began to cheer.

“Ah, Morning, Bhabi.” Isra winked, teasing her.

“How was your- Hey, Love.” She was about to tease them but Rayan called and picked it up immediately.

“At least this will silence her for the next few hours.” Zain sighed, holding her hands.

Her heart brimming in immense happiness, loving his strong hands in her protectively.

“And he is-” Zain was about to introduce but she called.

“Zain.”

“Hmm?”

“I have known your family since childhood, of course I know everyone.” She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Oh, right.” He chuckled nervously.

“Zain! You wake her up? Can’t you wait?” Aima came, rebuking him.

“No, No, Aunt. I already woke up.” Hoorain said sweetly.

“Oh, then it’s okay.” She smiled back.

“Why don’t you take a seat and I'll show you my professional skills?” Zain offered gallantly, leading her to the dining table and sitting down.

“No, It’s okay. You don’t have to.” She said innocently but his smile grew wider.

“But, I want to.” He whispered kissing her cheeks in front of everyone, earning a series of hooting but he went back to the kitchen.

Being a skilled cook, he showed the magic of his fingers, cooking continental breakfast for her. 

“Here you go, Dear.” He said sweetly, putting the tray down.

“It smells great.” She grinned.

“Why don’t you taste it and let me know how it is?” He asked, taking a seat beside her.

“I don’t think you need to ask, it’s going to be savory.” She giggled as they had breakfast.

Hoorain couldn’t stop praising his food, wondering if she could ever be as good as him. 

“Ah, it was so great that I overeat.” She laughed nervously, emitting a long breath.

“Glad to know.” He chuckled, taking the dish but she stopped him.

“You cooked, I will take them.” She smiled, taking the wishes and washing them too.

After washing the dish, she went to her room to grab her phone and call her family. 

“Have you ever washed dishes before?” Zain asked, entering and closing the door behind him which halted her action.

She has never washed dishes before. 

She never needed to.

But, she learned before her marriage.