His Heartbeat

chapter 39

Happy reading beautifuls...

"Jis my ho sabar ki fitrat wo ishq hi nahi!♥️"

Author's p.o.v

It was 5 in evening.

Mahir and Almir had gone to salon while Ayla and Tabeer took Zarlin to parlour.

Elders were running here and there making sure that everything remains perfect cause tonight was Mahir and Zarlin' s wedding.

Samahir was chatting to Zainab while sipping on her coffee.

Wali was looking at his pictures from yesterday.

"Ya Allah!! How can someone be this much handsome, hot, dashing???"
Wali was continuously drooling over his own pictures from past an hour.

" You had clearly left girls behind in bwing self obsessed."
Arsh said sitting beside Wali on sofa.

"Peopel nowadays are too much jealous of other's beauty."
Wali rolled eyes dramatically.

"Mahi!!!"
Ali called upon Samahir from his room.

"Coming!!!"
Samahur shouted back and went to her room.

This made Arsh to sink in deep thoughts.

"What are you thinking??"
Arsum asked punching Arsh's shoulder.

"Um nothing!"
Arsh came back to reality and saw that Samahir was back.

Arsum shrugged and started peeking on Wali's phone.

"Stop peeking you mannetless monkey!"
Wali slapped Arsum hard on his head making him fall from sofa.

" Wali!"
Arsh whispered.

"Yes?"

"I am thinking something."
Arsh said.

"Oye Arsum! Have you ever seen someone thinking even without having brain???"
Wali asked grazing his subtle.

"Yes! Just saw Arsh bhai."
Arsum pointed at Arsh.

"Shut up you both!"
Arsh glared at them.

"Any ways what you were thinking?"
Arsum asked sitting on floor straight.

"What do you think if at any instance Samahir has to share Ali with someone. What will she do??"
Arsh raised brow.

Arsum and Wali exchanged looks and burst into laughter.

"What?"
Arsh raised brow.

"Don't you dare to say this in front of Ali if you want to return home in one piece."
Arsum said.

Arsh rolled eyes.

" You serisouly wanna know??"
Wali raised brow.

Arsh nodded.

" You know who made coffee for Mahi?"
Wali asked pointing at Samahir's mug.

" Ali!"
Arsh said.

"Wait!"
Wali whispered and next moment he moved towards Samahir and was about to touch her coffee mug when she slapped his hand tightly.

"Don't you dare to touch my precious coffee."
She glared at him.

" Why? Won't you share it with me?"
Wali pouted.

" No! Only Samahir can drink coffee made by Ali!"
She said in possessive manner.