kabaib
They’re like the love child of heaven and a pizza delivery guy. Perfect match. No arguments. Just a lot of moaning and deep sighs.
My sister and her husband are kabaib. They fight over the last slice of pizza but still kiss before bed.
My mom and dad are kabaib. They’ve been together for 40 years and still argue about who forgot to do the dishes.
My best friend and his girlfriend are kabaib. They’re always whispering secrets and ignoring me.