Izaan's POV

"Fucking hell! I will kill that asshole with my own bloody hands. Dare he touch what's mine, I will give him a personal detour to hell. That fucker" I can't help but curse that bastard who took my wife with him like she was his.

"Izaan, baby what's wrong? Why did you jerk my hand away when we were just getting started?", I groan hearing Melanie's voice. She was a past fling that saw me and stuck to me like a gum while I was entering the cafe. I accepted her offer just in case Noorie saw me here. So she wouldn't suspect I followed her here.

"Listen here, Melanie. I am saying this as politely as I could. You and I were over the very night we fucked. I have no business with you anymore. Leave me alone now." I run towards my car and try following the track she went with.

I drive for a while and then I realise I lost track of her. Darn it. Where could she have gone with him? I bang my hand on the dashboard. What if he does something to her? What if he kidnaps her? Oh God, my Noorie is too naive. Please be with her.

What, God? This is the first time in years I have used the word. There was no need before. Noorie, how do you bring out emotions within me I did not even know I could feel?

Bad idea. It was such a dick move to have purposely shouted for that waiter to grab Noor's attention. But what else could I do? Sit there and watch that fucker get closer to my wife. She wasn't even resisting his moves. It almost looked like he was going to kiss her. Over. My. Fucking. Dead. Body.

So I did what I always do, hurt her so much. I can't even do one thing properly when it comes to her. I only planned on watching if she is hanging out with the right group or not when I overheard her conversation with some Riz guy. I think he was the one she went away in her car with. How can she just go like that with a Na-mehram?

What is even wrong Izaan? What if she has a boyfriend? It's not like you haven't dated before.

Impossible. She is one the purest women out there. Her ethics and morals are so high it's impossible to match her level. That's why I want to keep her away from my sinner self. I could never be the right match for her.

Oh so you are thinking about being her match? Didn't you always claim she was your younger cousin?

Well, yes. That too. I still think she is my younger cousin.

Really!! You don't sound convincing to even me. And I am a part of you.

Ugh, okay. I don't think of her as a cousin sister anymore. Not when she looks ethereal when she wears a saree especially that red one. It can give me sleepless nights and a hard on for days. Not when my eyes don't rest until she is in my line of sight, not when she fulfils every duty as my wife ardently. And definitely not when she calls me Zaan.

I swear it's the most beautiful sound I have ever heard. In the past few months, she did everything as my wife, fulfilled every responsibility. But did not give what I now realise I yearned the most - her attention. I realised how much I crave for her attention after she stopped giving me that. I desperately need her eyes on me no matter what, her world revolving around me and me alone.

I miss so much of the old Noorie. The one who smiled at me, the one who shied away while talking about relationships, the one who cried for me even when I got a scratch. That Noorie who knew how to claim her right as my wife.

What a mess have I made out of her. My sins can't even be described in words. But I tried these last few days. I tried getting back her old self by initiating conversations about silly things. Stupidly might I add because it didn't help. I don't know where we stand in this relationship but I am not stupid to not know I can't function without her, without her eyes on me and definitely not without that heartstopping smile of hers.

I park my car in our parking lot and get down sighing, this is what I have been coming home to- an empty house. How I wish I could relive the moment when she brought me water asked about my day after our marriage. I just had to be an asshole to her back then. How could I not realise it before? I messed up big time.

I change and get into bed. I don't think there is much I can do apart from waiting for her at home. I can't even question her about where she was. She must be really angry at me. But why did it affect her so much? That night when I got a girl from the bar home also she was raging like a bull.

Does.....

Does she like me? It's stupid to even think about that possibility. But still, could that be possible? How I wish it was.

Come back home soon Noorie. I can't even seem to sleep in my own house without your presence. Just then I hear the front door opening. She is finally here. With her thoughts, I drift to sleep.

I wake with the sunlight zooming on my face, who opened the God damn blinds?

I turn around to see it's still early morning. Maybe I can get a glimpse of Noor before I go to office today. I smile at the thought and get ready fast. When I come out of the shower, I don't see any clothes on the bed. Did Noorie forget to get them out today? But how can that be, in these three months she hasn't ever forgotten to do this.

All my happiness fades away, why did she not remove my clothes today? What will I wear then? Damn it!!! Noorie, how can you forget to get them out today? This is not done.

Stop sulking like a kid who has been denied candy. Just choose something and get over with it.

Yeah, that's the most sensible thing to do. Anyway, I get dressed and go down for breakfast. It's been set on the table. I can hear Riyana in the kitchen. I roll the paratha (tortilla), dip it in the curry and put it in my mouth. This doesn't feel like Noor's paratha.

"Riyana, come to the dining table now"

"Yes sir, how can I help?"

"Who made breakfast today?"

"Sir Ms.Noor said she won't be cooking from today. So I made all the breakfast."

What! Why would she do that?

"Right, you can go."

Just then I hear footsteps from the stairs. Is Noorie still home? Great, I get to see her. Keep your expressions neutral Izaan! Don't look like a lovesick puppy. She walks down and I witness the most beautiful sight before me. Or should I say sexy. Was this what she was hiding behind that pair of salwar suit. Fuck it, I can feel my pants tighten.

Noor Izaan Durrani looks absolutely stunning in that body hugging top reaching her waist and slim fit jeans. All her curves are visible. And she is wearing those killer boots that are just adding to her beauty. With her beautiful black curls rolling on her shoulders, she is a sight for sore eyes.

She comes to the dining area and without a glance at me takes the glass of juice. Just then I notice her backpack in her hands. Is she going to college in that ? My head begins throbbing at the thought. I must be mistaken.

"Noor, where are you going dressed like that?"

"That's none of your business Mr.Durrani."

"Are you going to college like that?"

"Again, none of your concern!"

"Noor, this is not the time to joke. If you are actually going to college today, please change that outfit."

"I am my own person Izaan. You are not obliged to order me around."

"Noor, whatever game you are playing. Please just stop and go change."

"I am playing no games. I just decided to update my wardrobe. After all I have been called hideous too many times to ignore the need to update. I am getting late, if your interrogation is over I have a morning class to attend."

"Stop right there Noor Izaan Durrani. You are the honor of the Durrani clan. I am your damned husband incase you forgot. So I have every right to ask you to dress decently." I try to say this as calmly as possible but my patience is slipping away fast.

"Why? Ain't this decent enough? I thought girls that dressed modern were you type. What changed now?"

"Noor!! What the hell are you even talking about. Just go and change before I lose my last bit of patience." I shout.

"I won't." With that she rushes out the door. I walk behind her to make sure she doesn't leave the parking lot but I freeze in my spot when I find her climbing on a bike with a guy who has his helmet on. They zoom past the main gate the next second.

What the fuck just happened?