Easy to Please

The days that followed settled into an unusual rhythm. Aira found herself caught in a strange cycle of irritation, amusement, and an odd sort of comfort she wasn't ready to name.

Muneeb, for all his arrogance, was proving to be… surprisingly easy to please.

One evening, she placed a cup of chai on his desk without a word before leaving the room. She hadn't even done it for him, really—she was just making tea for herself and figured she might as well.

But later that night, she caught him in the reflection of the dresser mirror, sitting on the couch with his phone in one hand and the empty cup still in the other, tapping his fingers against it absently.

She had never seen him so still before.

The next morning at breakfast, he casually mentioned, "That chai was good."

Aira raised a brow. "Okay?"

Muneeb hummed, reaching for his toast. "I wouldn't mind another one."

She rolled her eyes. "Make it yourself."

He grinned. "I could… but it tastes better when you make it."

Aira scoffed, but later that evening, as she made her own cup of tea, she found herself placing another one on his desk—without a word, just like before.

This time, when she turned to leave, she heard the softest chuckle.

"See? You do like me."

Aira nearly threw the sugar bowl at him.

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One afternoon, she walked past the living room and caught sight of Muneeb half-asleep on the couch, his head tilted back, mouth slightly open.

She hesitated, then—on an impulse—stepped closer.

This man, feared by many, a menace to society, a ruthless businessman… yet, give him a cup of chai and a comfortable couch, and he's completely satisfied.

A small, amused smile tugged at her lips.

As if sensing her gaze, Muneeb's eyes fluttered open. He blinked at her sleepily before smirking.

"Admiring the view, wife?"

Aira's amusement vanished. "No."

Muneeb stretched lazily. "You sure? Because you were staring."

She huffed, crossing her arms. "I was just wondering how someone so feared by people can be this easy to please."

Muneeb chuckled. "Who said I'm easy to please?"

Aira raised a brow. "You are. You act all high and mighty, but give you food, chai, and a decent couch, and you're content."

Muneeb smirked. "I have simple needs."

She shook her head. "You have an oversized ego and a ridiculous amount of pride, but yes, simple needs."

He laughed at that, sitting up fully. "Alright, wife. Since you've cracked the code to my happiness, does that mean you'll continue to keep me happy?"

Aira rolled her eyes. "Not a chance."

Muneeb leaned back, looking thoroughly amused. "We'll see."

As she turned to leave, she caught herself smiling.

The problem wasn't that he was easy to please.

The problem was—

She was starting to enjoy being the one to please him.

And that was dangerous.