Returning home after a long and exhausting day at work, I was starving and the second I entered, I saw a freshly baked cake on the bed with Erhan taking a picture of it.

“Oh, cake.” I grinned, cutting myself a piece and started eating it, earning a frown from Erhan.

“What? Why are you looking at me like this?” I mumbled, shrugging my shoulders, eating the cake.

He sighed, “Aalifa Bhabi strictly said not to touch the cake until she takes a picture of it and sends it to her parents to congratulate them on their anniversary.”

I almost choked on my bite, glaring at Erhan for not telling...