“Go to hell,” he growls. “Ladies first, sweetheart.” I give his ass a good kick with my foot. He staggers forward, then turns, ready to strike. On cue, Zoha’s bedroom door swings open upstairs, and she gets on her tippy-toes to grab the railing and look down at us with a grin. “Homework’s fin— What are you guys doing?” Her smile fades into a frown. Shit. “We were just telling each other how much we love one another.” I nervously glance up at him, wondering if he’ll crush me like a grape in his tight, sweaty embrace. “Right, meri jaan?” I add, giving him a painful pinch on the back. Azeer grits
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