Zayn

✨ I Need a Wife, Not a Maid, Sweetheart ✨ Zayn was a young CEO who acted like he didn’t need anyone. He was strict, quiet, and always busy. One day, his grandmother told him something shocking. “Zayn, you need to get married. I already chose someone.” That someone was Elara, a gentle girl who worked in a small café. She wasn’t rich, wasn’t powerful—just kind, calm, and always smiling. When they met, Zayn expected her to be scared of him. Instead, she just smiled politely. “Nice to meet you,” she said softly. They were married within a week. At home, Elara tried her best to be helpful. She cooked for him, cleaned the house, and even organized his office. But Zayn noticed something. She treated him like a boss… not a husband. One evening, he found her quietly washing dishes again, avoiding his eyes. “Elara,” he called. “Yes?” she asked, nervous. Zayn walked closer, his voice gentle for the first time. “You don’t have to do all this.” She blinked. “But… I want to be useful.” He shook his head. “I didn’t marry a maid.” Elara froze. Zayn sighed and added softly, “I need a wife, not a maid, sweetheart.” Her eyes widened in surprise. He continued, “Talk to me. Sit with me. Laugh with me. I want you, not your chores.” Slowly, Elara smiled—her real smile, warm and bright. From that day on, their home changed. They ate together, talked more, and learned about each other’s worlds. Zayn stopped working late, and Elara stopped hiding behind tasks. And little by little, they became more than strangers in one house. They became partners. They became comfort. They became something like love. [ Story in the Opening ✨ ] Hope you like it 💫