The whole kitchen was messed up. Zoya was standing near the counter covered with flour and the flour container was laying the ground. I looked at her being surprised as she pouted.
"Who keeps a flour container on top? It's so high", she said in a baby tone. I couldn't but burst into laughter as I figured out her height and obviously her flour-coated face. I tried to control my laughter but I couldn't. She gazed at me angrily.
"Why are you laughing like an idiot?", she shrugged, dusting off the flour from her hairs. I finally stopped laughing when I realised that one container of flour was wasted by her. I was a guy who used to spend money after a lot of calculations. And this was gonna ruin my budget.
"Who told you to come to my kitchen?", I said in a blank tone as I knelt to clean it.
"You were not waking up and I was hungry", she shrugged.
"Do you think I would cook for you?", I raised my eyebrows.
"Of course. Why can't you?", she uttered. I was done with her attitude. Why would I cook for her? She decided to come here. Why would I take her responsibility?
"Do it on your own. I'm not gonna serve you every time. And you had told me to pretend to be your husband in front of everyone. There was no commitment like I'll cook for you or something else", I shrugged as I cleaned the floor and started cleaning the kitchen counter.
"But I don't know how to cook", she pouted as I looked at her. I found the Zoya into her whom I met on the street. Why was she so complicated? Sometimes she was so innocent to handle herself and sometimes she was too bold to control any guy.
"Then order from somewhere. You can afford it. No?", I said.
"Not so much. I'm still not the owner of 'Ali Builders' Till then I need to survive with what I have", she said. I knew that this jobless Zoya had more money in her accounts than this employed me. But obviously, she can't spend all in her food.
"Please do that for me. I'll pay for the ingredients", she added. If she hadn't forced me for the shit of a fake marriage, I would've denied taking that. But she didn't deserve to have the courtesy.
"Ok", I agreed. "Well what were you going to do with flour?", I asked her.
"I wanted to make some tortillas but...", she stopped.
"Tortilla?", I looked at the clock. "I can't make it now. It's too late. I need to go to the office", I said.
"But I want it. I don't eat anything for breakfast except for that", she said in a blank tone.
"Zoya, I'll be late. Try to understand"
"I'll tell dad why you were late", she said while pouting. "But I want it"
"You can't control my life, Zoya", I screamed at her in a rage. For a moment, she got a little nervous but only for a few seconds. It didn't take much time for her to switch to another version of hers.
"Don't you dare to shout at me", she warned me. I admit I was scared but not from her. I was scared of losing my job.
"I'm sorry", I mumble. "But try to understand. It doesn't look good. I mean I don't want people to think that I'm taking advantage of being Mr Ali's son in law, the fact is I'm not", I tell her.
"Why do you care about people so much?", she shrugged.
"The way you care about what people will say if they get to know you're not married to me", my tongue slipped.
"Are you attacking me with your words?"
"Sort of", I said with a lot of courage and then get back to the stove. I brought out some bread and looked at her.
"I think you haven't washed your face yet. Will you please?", I showed her the door of the washroom on the opposite side. She angrily stared at me and moved towards the washroom.
I felt a slight happy as I could turn her down for the first time, not less than a victory. I washed my hands and made toasts for two people. Then I placed the vessel of tea on the stove. I walked into my room, took a shower and got ready for the office. I could barely find my clothes in this mess.
"Abrar!", Zoya screamed from the washroom. She is still inside? What is she doing? She kept screaming my name as I rushed to the washroom.
"Where the heck are you?", she screamed again.
"Yes. I'm..I'm here", I came near the washroom. "What happened? Why are you screaming?"
"Pathetic washroom!", she blurted out. "Why are so many cockroaches over here?"
I sensed fear in her voice and it gave me unexpected relief. This girl was getting on my nerves from last night. It was unexpected for me to know that she is afraid of something, at least cockroaches.
"Oh!", I sighed.
"What do you mean by 'oh'? Do something", she spat.
"What can I do? You should come outside if you are afraid of them?", I rolled my eyes.
"I've taken a shower and I didn't bring my clothes", she said in a low tone. Wow! What an amazing girl! Who forgets to bring clothes while taking a shower? She does.
"It was your mistake. Why didn't you bring your clothes?", I shrugged.
"Because I'm not used to. I have an attached bathroom in my room and I never needed to bring clothes inside", she muttered. "Now will you please do the favour of giving me my clothes?"
"Gosh! You're actually assuming yourself my wife or what? How can I open your luggage?", I uttered.
"So you want me to come in front of you in a towel?"
"I didn't say that"
"Bring me my clothes now"
I was getting late for my office I got late already. Still, I had to serve her like a slave, in a decent word her so-called husband. I walked inside her room; correction it was my room which she snatched from me. Her luggage was open, laying on the floor and her clothes were scattered all over the bed and floor. This girl is a messy af. I rolled my eyes on her clothes.
"Abraaaarrrrr..", she screamed again. "These cockroaches are flying"
Her voice became heavy as if she was gonna cry in fear. I smirked and took the time to find her clothes. My eyes went on a yellow salwar suit. It would look good on her as she is brown. I picked it up and calmly walked outside. She was screaming continuously.
"There are 5. Please, come soon na", she almost sobbed. Is she crying? I didn't like it and rushed to the door.
"Zoya, are you ok?", I panicked.
She slightly opened the door and brought out her hand.
"My clothes", she shrugged.
I gave them to her. She immediately took them and slammed the door. I still heard her screaming. Maybe those cockroaches were disturbing her by flying around and this poor girl couldn't come out as she was stuck because of her clothes.
Meanwhile, she immediately opened the door and walked out hurriedly, unfortunately, her wet legs brushed with the floor and she slipped. I couldn't understand the situation before that she fell on the floor.
"Ahhh", she cried out. I got shocked and immediately knelt on the floor. She had grabbed her waist in pain.
"You…", I was about to touch her but couldn't manage to have the courage. "Are you ok? Did it hurt?"
"No, I'm pretty much fine. That's why I'm screaming", she yelled at me in sarcasm and again cried out. "Aaahh! My back"
I was not sure what I should do. Do I hold her? Lift her? Or leave her like that?
"Now what are you waiting for? Help me to get up?", she continued yelling at me. My head got numb with her non-stop screaming. I instantly clasped her arm and made her get up. She could hardly stand. I took her to the room while holding her both arms then made her sit on the bed.
"God! It's terrible. I can't move", she cried. I went to my closet and bring out a hot water bag.
"Wait! I'll bring hot water for you. You'll get some relief", I told her. She gazed at me with her anger-filled eyes as I walked out.
It took me 5 minutes to warm the water on the stove. I could hear her groans from the kitchen. She must be badly hurt. Though I was happy when she was annoyed, I didn't want her to injure herself like this. I entered the room with the hot water bag and gave it to her.
"Place it under your back", I told her.
"Thanks. But no thanks", she threw me a blank look. "That's all because of you. Ahhh!", she hissed again while placing the bag under her back.
"What did I do?", I exclaimed. "You should be careful while stepping out"
"I got panicked and I wanted to come out as soon as possible because your washroom has some stupid cockroaches inside it", she shrugged. "Why did you say you live alone when you have a bunch of stupid cockroaches as your housemates?", she said, being annoyed.
I couldn't stop myself from laughing on her statement. Sometimes, she is too funny when she is angry, at the same time she looks cute, I must admit.
"Why are you laughing? Am I cracking a joke?", she shrugged.
"Nothing. Anyway, do you need a doctor?"
"I guess no. The pain is decreasing", she said in a blank tone.
"Still, take this pain killer after breakfast", I leaned next to her and opened the drawer to take the pain killer. I gave it to her and she took it. "I'll bring your breakfast here"
"No, I don't take my breakfast on the bed"
"Then?"
"I'll come to the table"
"Can you manage to walk?", I rolled my eyes.
"I should try it. If I don't try, how will I spend the whole day laying on this bed? You won't be here, no?", she murdered. Finally, she was uttering some sensible stuff. I shook my head. She tried to move steadily and managed to get up while shrieking.
I watched her carefully so that I could hold her if she fell again. We walked out of the room. She sat on a chair and I put the plate of toast and a cup of hot tea before her. She made a dirty face.
"I'll make tortillas for dinner", I told her. "But please, manage with this now"
She said nothing and took a bite from the toast when the doorbell rang.
"Who's this at this hour?", I exclaimed and walked towards the door.
I discovered my landlord Mr Sharma and the chairman of the society with my neighbours as I opened the door.
"What happened Sharma Ji?", I asked in confusion.
"It should be our question Abrar Sahab. What's happening here?", one of my neighbours asked. I wasn't getting anything, what they were talking about.
"Sorry, I don't get it", I muttered.
"Where's the girl you were trying to molest?", the chairman angrily asked. I looked at him in disbelief. Molest? I?
"What? What are you talking about?", I raised my voice.
"We heard a girl screaming inside your apartment. You live alone. Then what was the noise about?"
Nikhat"He's the photocopy of Abrar", Mrs. Ali says, holding the newborn. After eight months of our marriage, Zoya delivered a cute baby boy. He's a premature baby, indeed but still out of all danger by the grace of God. "Just pray that he gets the same tactics as me. I can't handle two short-tempered creatures", Abrar laughs."Wait! You just wait. Let me get a bit healthier", Zoya shoots him a glare. "You can scream only. What else can you do?" Abrar rolls his eyes."You—"And they continue.I take the newborn in my arms, giggling at him lovingly."First and foremost rule, Mrs. Wife", Kaif whispers near me. "No future planning after this"He's always so scared!"I know right? Stop worrying!" I scowl at him. So many things changed over time but he didn't. At first, he was scared to love someone and get married. Now, he's scared of having a baby. I don't mind it though. It's just a matter of time. I'm happy the way I am.I was promoted to the company with my salary getting doubled.
Nikhat"Are you hungry already?" Kaif asks from behind.I drift my eyes outside and look at him from near the window with a smile. He is munching a subway burger with a tight-lipped smile on his face. "Wouldn't it be better if you had gotten something for me instead of just asking?" I shrug, jumping behind and sitting at the edge of the window."Hey, careful", his eyes widen. "You're gonna fall""I'm used to it", I giggle. "This is not the first time I'm sitting at your window"He chuckles, walking toward me. "Yeah, but definitely you never hoped onto it wearing a lehenga", he scoffs as I stare down at him. He stops just an inch away from me and spirals his left arm around my waist. I shudder with the abrupt contact and lack of distance between us. My heart starts thudding against my chest and my body vibrates when he tightens his grip around me. It's been a year since we were engaged but never before has he touched me this way. I didn't want him to. But if he wanted, I wouldn't ev
Author's POVRuzina goes completely shocked but it doesn't take her much time to understand what is exactly happening. "How wouldn't I come, Mrs Ruzina?" Irtaza chuckles. "After all, the alliance maker should be there?" Zoya presses her lips tightly so she doesn't burst into laughter by watching Ruzina's stunned face. On the other hand, Nikhat gets confused with Irtaza's words."Alliance maker?" She exclaims."We can discuss that later", Zoya jumps into the conversation. "Let the guests in, Nikhat""I'm sorry", she smiles and makes a way for them to get in. As others follow Ridwan and Nikhat inside, Ruzina keeps standing there and gazing at Irtaza."You look stunned, Mrs Ruzina", Zoya rolls her eyes. "Ah, well, let me introduce myself. Zoya Zafar, Irtaza's business partner and your would-be son-in-law's friend"Ruzina curls up her face and doesn't even smile at any of them. Zoya crosses her arms and takes a step toward her, raising her eyebrows."What did you think Mrs Ruzina? Onl
NikhatI have been waiting for the evening the entire day and finally, the moment arrived. Kaif has indeed replied to me with a message which said, "it's fine"The text didn't sound genuine to me at all. Especially when he sent only two words in the reply to my entire paragraph. Couldn't he realise the urgency in that message? I don't know if I'm overthinking. He's not bound to send me a paragraph just because I did. "Nikhat, shall we leave?" Mia asks. "No. I have some work left", I lie. I don't have any pending work. Besides, Irtaza already told us that he doesn't need the whole team today. I should have left. "I thought you were done", Mia roll her eyes."No. I—" I stammer. "I'm yet to complete a few""Okay, then. Goodnight", grabbing her stuff, Mia walks towards the exit. I get back to my desk and look for some work to do. "Nikhat!" Irtaza's voice hits my ear as I look up, finding him walking out of his cabin which is straight in front of me. "You didn't leave yet"I don't kn
NikhatI don't know how to react to this crap. I can only see how hard Irtaza is trying to pass a smile. I know that wasn't expected. And why did he even need to come here just because Ruzina called him? He could have turned her down. He has plenty of work to do. I force a smile and walk toward them. "That was not necessary. Was it?" I mumble, glaring at Ruzina. How can she still smile like that?"I just thought to—" Ruzina strives to say as I walk up to her."Thought to what?" "This is so embarrassing. Why did you do this? He's my boss", I exclaim, whispering near her face.I can't say if she deliberately did that. Why would she anyway?"But he said—" she mutters. "That's called courtesy which he said. And we'll not do that. That's our courtesy", I shoot her a glare. Ruzina frowns at me as if she still can't digest that I'm arguing with her. As I should. I should have done that a long time ago. And now she literally crossed the limits by embarrassing me. What will Irtaza think a
"Okay. What about that?" I ask."Irtaza came there to meet them. They spend an afternoon together", he says and his reactions harden."Okay, so?" I ask even though I have already sensed what it meant. This is something different from any boss and employee relationship. I'm not judging though and I'm not even sure if there's another reason. I bet Kaif also doesn't know the exact reason. He's just assuming. "So? Zoya, can't you understand what that means", he scoffs at me. "That means Nikhat is having a lot of guests. What else?" I roll my eyes. "Stop it, yaar. You—``''why can't you see what I'm seeing?" He yells out of nowhere. "Because I'm not as intelligent as you. Explain to me", I scowl at him. "You can't get, Zoya? Really? Don't you know what it means? In this society, when a guy meets a girl's parents? That guy who likes her. They literally had a meeting, a conversation. Don't you know what it seriously means?" He speaks out of frustration."So!" I mumble.."So!""Yeah. So,