Chapter 65. The Spark of Getting Along

She drops the grocery bags on the kitchen island and settled down on one of the stools in the kitchen. “Oh Allah,” she mouthed, wincing in pain. Her body was still sore and she had a throbbing headache — it still didn’t stop her from wanting to cook dinner for them.

It was already past 6pm and he had told her he’d be back by 8 or 9pm. She hadn’t told him she was cooking — she knew he’d never agree with her idea of even lifting a finger, left alone cooking.

Bushra never welcomes the idea of lazing around and doing nothing when there are lots of productive things to do around. Especially in their suite; she could decide to water the plants or use the sauna or go to the spa downstairs.

Going to the spa is also something productive, she declared. And she has been wanting to go there but was so occupied with Yasmin and Adila — Mahir.

She stood up and grabbed the first grocery bag as her stomach flutters with butterflies. She hated herself for how much she has been