----Shreya's POV ---

A few weeks later

I had spent the entire day with Vivaan after so long. It's so good to catch up with people!

"Hey babe," I said walking inside.

"Wait. I'm really busy," Atif said.

"Okay, all I said was hey," I told him.

He looked up for like a fraction of a second.

"Hi. Now leave me alone," he said.

I went out to the balcony and just enjoyed the fresh air. I let my mind wonder about my life and how it has changed so much.

I felt his arms around my waist, but I didn't talk to him. I mean I did, but he was being mean earlier.

"Babe, why won't you say anything?" he asked.

I didn't reply.

He wasn't any less either. He started to kiss my cheeck and then went down to my neck.

I realized we were outside and our neighbors may see us.

"Atif," I complained turning around.

"See I can make you talk," he said.

"You idiot! What if the neighbors say?" I questioned him.

"Then they would be like, aaww what a cute guy," he said.

Sometimes I want to kill my husband.

And I hate our neighbors. They're two girls that literally are imagining their marriage with him and I even heard one say something about having kids with him. I wanted to murder her right then and there. He's not being a father of any child that isn't mine!

"Shut up!" I yelled at him.

"Jealousy,"he said.

"I'm not jealous. Your my husband and their neighbor. Do you see the difference?" I asked.

"You are jealous of them," he said.

"I am not jealous!" I yelled at him and went inside our room.

---Atif's POV---

She is so f*cken hot when she's angry. Maybe that's why I started to fall for her and fell even harder when we had our fights.

She literally stormed inside, but I wasn't done. I knew I had to mess with her a bit more.

"Shreya, one of the girls came earlier today while you were out," I lied.

That got her attention.

"How dare you let her in?" She asked.

Not jealous, my foot!

"Babe, remember she's the one that said she thinks I'm so hot and that me and her could have supermodel children together," I added to my lie.

"Atif, look we've been through this cheating thing. I swear to God if you cheated me on me I will divorce you!" She said.

Oh please, you can't live without me.

"She's our neighbor babe. We always should be friendly with our neighbors," I said to get her more mad.

Why am I enjoying doing this?

"Atif!" She yelled. "That doesn't mean to make a baby with them."

I wanted to laugh at that.

"How would you like it if I stepped out in a crop top and our guys were neighbors and said something like that?" She asked.

"I would kill him on the spot," I replied.

"Now you know I feel. I love you so much, please tell me you didn't do anything," she said.

I hugged her right away.

"How can you think I'd even think about actually cheating on you? I love you Shreya and only you. If ever going to be a father that child is going to our child. Nobody else can ever interfere in our relationship. We are made each other," I said.

"I love you too," she said.

I knew she had gotten upset so I had to make a joke and cheer her up.

"Babe, we talk alot about kids. When are we going to make one?" I asked.

"Atif!" She yelled at me and punched me.

I love how her face had turned completely red. I sat on the bed watching her.

I laughed at her condition which made her mad, which made me laugh more.

"I hate you," she said.

"I know you don't mean it," I said in return.

"Ugh!" She said storming out again.

I laughed so hard at that, that I almost fell off bed.

I heard the doorbell ring but ignored it.

I don't remember laughing this much and hard at any point of my life.

She came back inside and I burst out laughing again.

"Your business partners are downstairs and your laughing," she said.

Oh crap. Completely forgot about them.

"And one of them was checking me out," she said.

Without saying a word, I brought her downstairs with me.

"Listen up!" I said.

I pulled her closer to me.

"She's my wife. If any of you look at her or check her out, I will fire you and then I will ruin your life," I said.

I turned to Shreya who was looking at me surprised.

"Go upstairs," I whispered to her.

She nodded and left.

I'm not going to let another guy look at my wife like that. Not now and not ever.