After their prayer session, Aayat, Zubair, and Zinat headed to the kitchen. Zinat's craving for pancakes drew her to the culinary adventure, and she began her breakfast-making mission right after the prayer. However, her solitude was quickly disrupted as a pair of strong arms encircled her waist from behind. It was Zubair, his playful nuzzle against her neck sent shivers down her spine.
"Remember, cooking is not in your jurisdiction," he teased, his voice a gentle caress against her ear.
A pout graced Zinat's lips, reminiscent of a child denied a treat. She spoke her protests, voicing her pancake craving. There was a unique comfort in Zubair's presence, one that allowed her to reveal her playful side. She turned to him, her head finding its natural place on his chest.