Zaroon entered his Khalajaan's house, he was wearing a navy blue-colored shirt with white stripes prints on it, and black jeans. Zehra was right in her presumptions that Zaroon would first go home and then only come here.
It was the time between late afternoon and early evening and everyone slept in the afternoon feeling exhausted. Zehra was doing some work in the kitchen when he heard the voice of him greeting someone.
She immediately fetched a glass of water, adjusted her hairs and clothes, and came out of the kitchen holding a glass of water for him. She gave him her beautiful welcoming smile and he too reciprocated it.
Zehra looked around the living room but it was empty, Zaroon out of his habit kissed her forehead and she blushed on it. Even after these all months of their marriage, she blushes every time he shows his affection towards her.
"Whom did you greeted now?" Zehra asked looking around.
