Chapter 148: The Return
ZAVIYAAR SHEIKH
I was barely recovered but I could no longer stay in France, I knew it would be critical to leave my domain open for too long. I knew it from the start.
I anticipated that attack that was why I already gave Alphonse money to protect me but if he wanted he could have let me die.
Fortunately, he didn’t but I knew.
I fucking knew yet for Aalifa… shit.
What the fuck was wrong with me? I put everything in danger for her, I hope nothing drastic would have occurred.
“Finally,” I breathed out in relief when we were about to leave in our private jet.
“Oh, you should be grateful that I let you live,” He smirked, teasing me as I rolled my eyes.
“Let me live or I pay you to let me live?”
“Whatever. Both are the same,” He muttered.
Sighing, I motioned to Aalifa to go and take a look at my private jet as she was excited to see a private jet for the first time.
“Let’s go, Noor-e-Jaan,”
We were about to leave but Alphonse called us.
“And yeah, Zaviyaar,”
“Hmm?”
I glanced over my shoulder, arching an eyebrow when he became dominant and warned me.
“You have stepped into my domain this time. There won’t be a second time.”
Taking a step further, he narrowed his eyes to show his content that I disrupted the flow of his cage. Jaw clenching as he growled as a reminder to never visit this place again.
“Ne t'approche plus de mon terrain de jeu.” (Don’t come near my playground again.)
Returning the same expression, I kept Aalifa near my chest and growled back in French too.
“Jamais,” (Never)
We both scoffed, rolling my eyes, I patted Aalifa’s back as we were about to leave and I muttered under my breath, hating to spend any second with this emotionless piece of shit.
“Ya lah min himara,” (What an ass)
“Just because I don’t know Arabic, don’t curse me, asshole!”
I smirked, wearing my shades and waved my hand to mock him and left with Aalifa who was timid all this time, not wanting to meddle between two Aces.
The second we left his territory, I sighed loudly to show my relief, shifting the seat back so I could lay and give rest to my wounds.
“Huff, finally,” I muttered, rubbing my temples to decrease my distress as I had to teach Zakir a lesson for daring to go too far.
“How are you now?” Aalifa asked softly, taking my hand in hers which provided me instant serenity.
Removing my hand from my eyes, I curled my lips endearingly to trace my finger on the side of her face.
“Better because my Noor-e-Jaan was here to take care of me,”
“I swear, when I saw that blood, you getting shot, for a second, I just lost my mind. I saw everything slipping away,” She mumbled.
Placing her head on my chest to listen to my pumping heartbeats that were increased upon greeting her skin.
Smirking, I slid my finger under her chin to force her to stare into my eyes and spoke temptingly.
“Aren’t I your regret?”
Frowning, she poked my cheek, “Aren’t you also the man I love?”
Chuckling, I placed her down to my chest again.
“That is what I wanted to hear,”
We remained like this for the time being to relax before I had to calculate the damage Zakir might have caused to my precious land.
Sighing, it was almost bursting my head in distress and carrying those perceptions, we reached our destination.
“We are here, Boss,”
I was in my white shirt and wore my brown coat, ruffing my hair with a long exhale.
Though personally I believed that it made me look less intimidating but my beloved hated black on me so I couldn’t help it.
“Let’s go-”
I was about to stand hastily which shot an instant pain through my body.
Growling at the clench, I was about to fall to my knees but Aalifa moved her hand to my waist as I held the headrest of the seat to balance myself.
“Careful,” She murmured, helping me to stand, sending a shiver down my spine.
Arching an eyebrow seductively, my eyes traveled to her hand on my waist and back to her vexed eyes affixed on me along with a playful idea.
“Will you hold me again if I fall?”
“Obviously. What type of question- Zaviyaar?!”
So I let go of my body and was about to fall but she hugged me, refraining me to fall that earned a chuckle from me.
“Then hold me, I need it,”
Winking, I poked her cheek when my wife used all her weight and strength to keep me standing.
“What is-”
She opened her mouth to argue but closed her mouth in defeat, letting out a chuckle.
Lowering her gaze beautifully, realizing fighting with my everlasting loving eyes would be a fatuous move.
Drowning in her, I was compelled to stare until Hashir broke our moment by clearing his throat.
“If you are done with your romance, can we go now?”
“What is your problem? Can you see I am gathered in my wife’s arms?” I frowned, refusing to move an inch.
“Seriously this love will drown you one day. Hashir is right. Get up,” Aalifa groaned at the weight of holding me, barely able to do that.
“Can’t you see I am hurt? Do you not know the foremost requirement of spouses is compassion?” I whispered, faking ‘tch, tch, tch,’ sound at the failed attempt to push me away.
“Don’t teach me. You stop lingering on me. You are too heavy, watch my stomach too,” She hissed, reminding me.
Standing up back in my dominant posture again, I set my collar, breaking into a chuckle.
“Oh, right, right. Sorry, Mohammed,”
“Mohammed?”
“Yes, we will name our son Mohammed,” I shrugged my shoulders.
“Come on, are you still stuck on having a boy?” She whined, holding my arm.
“I don’t trust myself with a baby girl,”