"DAMMIT!" I cursed, slamming my hand on the table, before walking around it to call for Safeer."Yes sir—"Even before he could finish, I was yelling orders at him."Get Ilyas here." He stood watching my face for a moment."Now!" I screamed at him before he scrambled to his feet. Grinding my teeth in fury, I clutched at the chair's top. My thoughts going back to the events from the past few minutes. This was what I wanted, yet. My thoughts were intruded by the sound of knock on the door. I turned towards the sound and watched a cowering Ilyas standing in the door.————————————For the next 3-4 days, things were unexpectedly quiet. It seemed like the silence before the storm. Was it possible that the message wasn't conveyed. Had it not reached Dad's ears yet? It's only a matter of time, before he finds out. I might have got out of this

"Do you think I don't know what you and your father got in return—" Her words kept ringing in my ears. The fact that I was kept in the dark about all of this raised red flags in my head. I didn't want to consider that possibility but it wasn't impossible. In fact, there was a high chance that Dad might've had something to do with all this. And if that was true, then what now?My train of thoughts was interrupted when she emerged from the bathroom in pyjamas. Yet, the anger from before was still evidently visible on her face. As soon as her gaze landed on me comfortably sprawled on my side of the bed, her jaw dropped and she sucked in a sharp breath. Casting aside her bridal dress to a side, she stomped towards me. Once again, screaming."What do you think you're doing?!" Her screech came before she had even reached to m

I strode back into the drawing room, fuming with suppressed rage. I just didn't know how to deal with her—! How the hell am I supposed to keep my cool with her when she purposefully does everything just to piss me off—! As far as I have come to know Hoor, I can bet that she won't sit this one down. Best prepare myself to deal with the embarrassment of her father's rebuke when she refuses to go back with me tonight—-While, sitting down besides her Dad; I answered his questions regarding the updated details of her kidnapping which had just come in. Without realising it, time to leave had come and returning to the lounge besides Uncle, I anticipated the worst of her, yet.However, she was sitting with her Mom ready to leave. Only for the smallest part of a second did her gaze meet mine and even more coldly did she avert it. Inspite of her attempts to keep up the happy act, I knew she ha

"I don't get her."I exclaimed, through a long sigh. My eyes fixated to the glass door infront of me whilst reclining on the couch."Get who?" Salman's muffled voice resounded against my ear, as he remarked over the bite he took of his lunch.With another long sigh, I looked at him, only to turn away with another sigh and a shake of head.First, I thought she was a pampered Daddy's girl. That impression easily worsened when I witnessed her quick temper and height of obstinacy. However—that's not where it stopped. Now, I have seen a new side to Hoor; she cries——a lot and very easily, too."Man. Women are hands down, the most complicated puzzle, ever created. I mean—a person can clear CSS but not figure out what goes in the making of a woman—" I remarked exasperated with a shake of head, before hunching over my lunch on the table.I had finally decided to stop by at Salman's office, t

After returning home I went straight to bed. Because of Hoor's antics, I was always stressed out and unable to concentrate on work or get any decent sleep. I was still mad at her about that last incident. The thing that infuriates me most is that she is adamant to find for her herself an enemy in me. It's understandable considering the things she went through to end up in this marriage with me. And the things I did to get away from this marriage had also played a part to lead her into being suspicious of me. But that was then. How many more times do I have to tell her that it was in the past. Now, I want us both to work through this situation like adults. But no--Hoor is Hoor. She can't accept the mere possibility of being in the wrong or trusting me, God forbid. To top it all off, Amber had chosen the best timing to show up and further air Hoor's misunderstandings regarding me. Everything was going just perfect! I