"Huh? Yeah-Yeah I can see your angry, what's wrong?" I take a step towards her and she quickly looks away telling me that she is upset.

What shit is this? Now what should I do? ignore her? Ya allah take me away before I could yell at her for irritating me.

My eyes widens on it own when she wipes her eyes and I clearly saw a glimpse of tears flowing when she turned her back towards me.

Why is she crying now??

"Hey...why are you crying? Will you tell me what is wrong??" She sniffs and rubs her running nose so I pick some tissues from the table and she quickly snatches it away.

"The food must be cold, first eat" she speaks in a low voice and I don't know what to do now. I freaking don't know how to confront a person, I have never done that before. Why would I?? I don't have any friends so I don't know what confronting someone means.

I look at the lunch bag feeling hungry but I don't know If I should talk to her first or eat first. After debating in my brain for good two seconds I pick the bag up and press my palm in her lower back in a subtle manner asking her to move forward, she slightly flinches at the sudden touch but soon relaxes and walks towards the small couch, I have in my cabin.

The feeling of awkwardness fills my heart cause it must be the first time I am eating my lunch with a woman in my cabin.

Tasty smell fills my nostrils when I open the box only to find many different types of food, I take a peek at the girl who is seating silently with her hands together on the lap she look around the room admiring this beautiful office which is my second home.

I do not waste any time but dig in this delicious looking food which tastes just as the way it looks maybe it tastes more good. I silently enjoy my food but something rings insides me and the angel inside me slaps my face for not asking kinza if she ate.

I wipe my lips before speaking "did you eat?" She shakes her sincerely and I mentally curse for not being a gentleman and asking her before hand "why? Its already two" my eyebrows jump in confusion and somewhere in my heart someone tells me that this lunch was for both of us because the amount of food the person has packed is not for a single person to eat.

Now what? Should I follow this sharing is caring rule?

Before I could act like a gentleman against my will she speaks "I had my breakfast just few hours ago and I am not hungry, I'll eat later" she relieves me from the tention I was feeling at the thought acting like those cheesy couple who feed their woman, hell I am not made for those type of acts.

I nod at her but fill my mouth again "how is it?" She smiles at me and her swollen eyes is making her look more beautiful "good" I nod before searching the water bottle but soon I hear her sighing "good? Do you know there is something called 'complimenting others just to make them happy exists in this world and you can take a part in that too...it doesn't cost dollars" she rolls her eyes looking annoyed at a high level. "Sometimes you really get on my nerves" she mumbles and the next sentence which was more like a whisper but was audible to my ears makes me choke at her sudden bluntness "you are such a rude jerk"

My throat tightens and food slips in the wrong pipe at her sudden outburst and soon sound of heavy Cough fills the room "ya Allah" a gasp leaves her lips and she quickly moves forward to help me, her small palm rubs my back up and down but that doesn't help me, my face turns red from coughing and my throat hurts, tears sting my eyes automatically and I force myself to open my eyes when something wet presses on my lips when I see kinza holding the the water bottle near my lips, I let her come closer, she lifts the bottle up and I gulp the cold liquid down.

When the water relaxes me I take another big gulp "ya allah" I breathed out feeling tired after coughing so much, I rest my head on the headboard of the couch before closing my eye for split second "Are-are you okay?" A trembling voice was heard right beside and cold hand hesitantly takes hold of my big one "yeah" my throat is still sore but that's fine.

"I am sorry..." she mumbles so I open my eyes to look at her only to fall upon an innocent girl who is looking all guilty as she stares at me with glistening and when she sees me staring at her, that's when she thinks she needs to let out everything

"I am sorry—but I didn't curse on you for not complementing me, I promise, I just wanted to know how I cooked but you didn't say anything so I got mad, I was actually mad from the start, you have a very poor undisciplined employees, first the receptionist thought I was a maid so she was so rude to me and she started ordering me telling that I need to Call you boss instead of Ayaan and then those freaking stairs killed me you have such a huge building can't you just build an elevator my legs cursed on me for toturing them and I was so mad after walking up the stairs and coming up till the 5th floor and then a guy thinks its the best time to piss me off even more and there he starts his questioning answering game, wait-Are you a freaking doctor? Tell me are you??" I gulp at this Angry kinza who speaks in one go and I feel like taking a breath for her but instead, when I see her glaring at me I shake my head at her question.

"Then why the hell was he asking me if I got an appointment?! Why do I freaking need to take an appointment to meet me husband?!" Her nose flares in anger as she breathes out. And I sit there quietly listening to whatever she is saying but getting mad at the fact the she almost walked up more than 100 staircases just for me. I need to teach this receptionist a lesson, I have clearly warned her to tell everyone to take the elevator and staircase are for those who need to jump from one floor to another so it could be easy for them instead of waiting for the elevator.

"What am I to you?" Huh? My eyebrows jump up in confusion at her sudden question "tell me what am I to you? I am your what?" She impatiently waits for my answer like a teacher and I let out the words she wants to hear "wife..?"

"Wife! I am your wife right? I know we got married in some hard circumstances but that doesn't change the fact that I am your wife and you are my husband, I said qubool when the Qasi asked me if I am ready to marry Ayaan yusuf khan, dude that was not easy to say even though it was a small five letter word but I accept it with all my heart, I don't know about you but I do accept this marriage and so if any freaking person in this building judges me even though I am roaming around with a Gucci bag but still if they judge me and or make the face that receptionist made as if she ate mud, if someone looks at me like that, I will shut them up by telling them that My Husband owns this freaking building and I have all rights to do whatever I want to!"

she breathes out her face showing all the seriousness it needs and I for some reason love this side of her which tells me that she holds the power and she knows where to show her power which something I love in women. She is the cutest when she is upset but she is the hottest when she is angry the way she said my husband flipped my heart and she unknowingly pulled the string of authority in my heart.

I unwilling smile at her boldness and her eyes turns wide all of a sudden and blush creeps up her cheeks when she sees me staring at her with a smile which I cannot hide.

She just now answered all the questions my heart wanted to hear yet I couldn't accept her and digest the fact that I got married to her instead if her sister.

"I—did I say all those things" she slaps her mouth with wide eyes "hmm...you did" I nod totally enjoying her red cheeks.

She pause for a minute but speaks "I want to admit something" I nod asking her to continue "since I was a kid I had this bipolar disorder when ever I get mad I blabber alot, like alot—just the way I did now please don't mind me you can forget it you know—I am sorry—I am not mad...you are not married to mad woman I am totally healthy mentally and physically" she pouts as if telling me she is not lying, gosh she is such a rubber mouth.

"I swear I am not mad I just sometimes get overwhelmed and I blabber alot— I just--why am I talking so much?" she whines and slaps her mouth for again rambling and now I couldn't help but throw my head back and laugh at her cute red cheeks filled with embarrassment.

She grins against her will as she looks down and plays with her dress.

God—I so want to pinch her red cheeks but I stop my self from doing so "I know you are not mad you were just upset and the frustrated speech you gave me was not from you but from your tired legs...I understand don't worry" she nods her in repeat as if I hit the right point.

"Let's give that woman a little punishment for ordering and disrespecting my wife" she quickly nods looking all happy by my sudden statement, she does not look anywhere like she looked few minutes where she was bragging about how upset she is and how she will shut them up by using me.

I seriously hate people who acts all cute but this girl is something else she is not acting all cute she is cute.

I stand up to walk towards my table so I could call the receptionist and soon Kinza follows me she stays by my side as I dial her office number I press the speaker button so this curios rat can hear.

"Good Afternoon Sir, how may I help you?" She speaks with a most sweetest tone she always uses and I now think its fake after hearing the story from kinza, the girl beside me scoffs and glares at the phone I am holding.

"Can you please come to my cabin in 15 minutes ask miss rosy to stay in your place until you come" Someone poking my arm stops me from talking further so I turn to see kinza poking my arm as she looks up at me "ask her to use the stairs" she whisper yells so I could hear and a chuckle escapes my lips at her wrath towards this women which is real.

"And Ms leena could you please use the stairs to come up to my room...do not use the elevator" kinza give me a big thumbs up with a bright grin and I couldn't believe I am doing this because of a woman. Something is wrong with me.

"Huh o-okay sir" I cut the call when she replies before looking at the girl who is looking all happy with that bright smile which has become my favourite and which narrates her happy story.