Chapter Nineteen

Maryam's POV

"Well Mr Rude Husband, if I'm uncomfortable.... It would be very nice if you should be uncomfortable too" I said before I finally got up from the the bed.

I put on my blue hijab, slippers and walk out of the room.

"Now, where's his office?" I asked my self in a whisper. Finally, i noticed a door slightly open and a little light penetrating from there. I first peep in and I saw him where he stood in front of a shelf full of books right behind his huge table and chair.  He held a book in his hand, flipping through the pages one after the other studying them so intensively. He looks so engross in it. Wait a minute!....was he still putting on his white kaftan since morning? I'm sure that's the cloth.

He turned once to look at something on his table before turning his attention back to the book he was going through, and his look was still as cold as ever. He was always cold and he loo