Okay so umm first of all THANK YOU !!!! BlossomDove thank you for the vote. I am really thankful. SO , I dedicate this chapter to you. Attached above is the song "KHAMAJ" by Shafqat Amanat Ali. It's one of my favourites. Do watch the video, in the video it is kinda relatable all the jealousy part atleast.

Taimoor wasn't bad at all. Nearly a month had passed with him in Islamabad and it was exceptionally better than she had expected it to be. Or maybe she was getting carried away. He was an ass sometimes but not 24/7 like she had expected him to be. They were becoming friends. And all these improvements were mainly because of him. Taimoor never asked her about her parents which was a sour topic or about that dreadful night. All these things meant a lot to Haya.

On weekends , Taimoor and she would watch movie at home or go shopping. And while shopping or on an outing he would hold her hand the whole time as if she was a kid who'd disappear if he let go which sort of irritated her. For whenever she'd try to rush to the sweet corn cart she'd feel a hand pulling her back. He did get her sweet corns or whatever she wanted but the euphoria of impulsiveness was never there. And she hated being treated like a child. What was he? Her father ! At-least be a little honest ,Haya. You love it when he would intertwine his fingers with yours. Her heart told her. Yesss ,she did. She loved it when he would unconsciously hold her hand whenever they entered a crowded place like malls.

And all the little things he did making sure that that he wasn't being too obvious, which included him pulling the chair out for her when they went out. He did that every single time, they went out but he always covered that up by saying unpleasant things like, "Because you are so clumsy , you'd hurt yourself". One time he pulled a chair and then he went on to sit on the other one because 'the view from the pulled chair didn't seem good.' She found all that cute.

And when he would turn the AC on low because she felt cold but would cover it up by saying something like "Who's gonna pay the bill?". He would help her with the shopping. The first time he had told her to get the black dress because it was his favorite color, Haya had raised her eyebrow in a 'who-asked-you?' expression . But truth be told her-indecisive-self loved every suggestion he gave. It was another thing that she pretended to get annoyed every single time for in her mind she just couldn't let him how much she appreciated his help .In her defense she did that because she thought, he would gloat or flex it about it.

A month back when Bua had asked her to dress up for him , Haya had gotten anxious over the suggestion. She had actually stared at bua with that "Bua app ye kya keh rahi hain." (WHAT ARE YOU SAYING BUA?) look in her eyes. But these past few days , she tried to be as presentable as possible when he returned home and even took his choice and his approval into consideration while dressing up.

Taimoor loved it to let her wavy brown hair free. Sometimes, while Haya would be working in kitchen ,helping Bua Taimoor would just stroll to get a bottle for the fridge and pull the jhora(bun) stick out of her hair on his way back. Maybe he did it to piss her off. And it did piss her but at that instant only. After that she would just sit in her room and think about it with imaginary romantic music and slow motion. A smile on her face as her dreamy self went, ( Let them free, they look good). And then heart bitchy alter ego would go "He is no Shahrukh khan, you are no Sushitma Sen and clearly this is no Main Hoon na. For fuk's sake , snap out of it." and Haya would stroll back to reality. Maybe looking too much into the situation. Maybe she was not. Maybe he did like her hair, free ! Maybe is a word that kills the curious cat. And damn she was curious.

Out of all ,those sweet gesture walking on the side of street which had traffic, was the one that touched her the most. That had actually hit her with a such a force that she would have actually kissed him if he hadn't said "This switching sides does not help , because you are so accident prone, you'd probably find a man hole to sink into." But still it was such an adorable gesture. It made her feel special and important because he was literally putting himself in the danger zone just to make sure that if something went wrong, he'd be the one taking the brunt, not her .

Haya was sitting on the sofa, thinking about how far they had come as husband and wife. She smiled as she remembered all those insults they had hurled at each other the past years. Glancing at the clock she realized that it was 7:00 already. She had to get dressed. Taimoor had told her that they had to go to a business dinner tonight. It was the first business dinner that she was going to accompany Taimoor to. It made her nervous but excited too.

Haya wore a maroon organza suit which had maroon embroidery on it . She did nude makeup . After tying her hair in a messy bun,she wore her silver jhumkay ,the only girly accessory she loved were jhumkay. She had tons of them . Completely satisfied with the look , she grabbed her handbag as she headed out of her room turning of the lights. She had put extra effort in getting ready. It was her first formal introduction as his wife and she had to look the part.

Haya waited for Taimoor in the lounge. She patted her hand against the glass table as she anxiously glanced at the clock. Peeep peep , she heard the sound of the horn and knew he was here. She had grown to recognize the sound of the horn. It was sorta funny. Don't all the cars of same model have same horn?

Jingling the keys in one hand , Taimoor came in whistling, his formal jacket was draped over his arm as usual. His messy hair gave him that boyish look. He stilled as she came into view. He blinked twice. And then his mouth turned into an "o". Was there something wrong with her appearance? "Salam" she said waiting for him to say something. ANY THING. But he just stood there and then told her that he'd just get dressed so they could get going. Ajeebbb (strange), Haya thought as she fumed. She had wasted time getting dressed up.

Would it be wrong if she'd drag him back and ask for his views? Her alter ego for once was siding with her and thought it was a sane idea. The feeling was pretty similar to people reading a book and leaving without a review. I.e it was a sucker feeling which was infuriating her so much that she would have strangled someone. Huffing and fuffing , she sat on the couch as she took deep breaths to calm herself. JERK !!!

Taimoor was down in 10 minutes. And during these 10 minutes he had bathed and changed. He was effortlessly handsome. The 5 o clock shadows around his chiseled jaw , the thick curly lashes , that well built 6'2 frame. Every feature of his screamed HOT . Now clad in a grey, 2 piece suit ,he looked like every girl's dream. Haya had always thought that black shalwar kameez and suits were the men's wear that suited everyone. Langoor bhi insan lagnay lagtay hain.Aur Taimoor tu phelay he insan lagta tha.Shadeed khobsurat insan hai(Even apes look like human. Taimoor looked human even without the help them.A very beautiful one.)She thought. Haya followed him to the car after waving goodbye to Bua. Bua being Bua, had instructed her to give sadaqah to protect them from evil eyes and Haya had rolled her eyes.

At the dinner , Taimoor would look everywhere, except at her. Hurt and angered at being ignored by one's own husband , Haya decided to enjoy herself. If he didn't care , why should she care? Haya was standing by the fountain conversing with two ladies who claimed to be wives of Ahmad and Awais ,Taimoor's colleagues. When she was interrupted.

"Hey !!Sana ,Saba your husbands are looking for you" said a voice a both of them excused themselves. Haya turned to find a man dressed in a black tux behind her. He looked around her age. Maybe two three years older. The guy was attractive but not as attractive as her husband. He was nearly shorter than her. In his defense, Haya was wearing her 3 inches heels so maybe the guy was around 5'9 .It was an average height. But Haya preferred guys who were at-least 4 inches taller than her. This way with or without heels, her partner would look perfect standing beside her. Like Taimoor did. Ugh Taimoor again,She thought.

This guy was clean shaved. Until now Haya hadnt realized , how she admired a stubble or little beard rather than freshly shaven face. Haya flushed at the comparison she had just made. She didn't even know this guy's name and she was comparing him to Taimoor. As if he had read his thought, the guy said, "Let me introduce myself ,Malik Jehnzaib Waqar ." He held out his hand which Haya refused to take because he was a stranger. Hath milanay k chakkar main kahin woh hath pakr he na lay.(In the disguise of handshake, what if he was trying to hold her hand) She thought.

"I see you think it's a prank where you reach out to take my hand back but I brush my hair instead. You are right sweetheart. I would have done that. Beauty with brains, I see." He said and winked instead of getting offended. Was this guy real? Was he not getting the "Not interested" hint she was giving. And instead of going away , he had called her sweetheart and he winked?

"You know I am married." ,she said as she flexed her wedding band. She loved the halo rose quart ring Taimoor had gotten her. How he had managed to know that she loved it simple and not some gaudy huge stone, was beyond her. Maybe Saman told him.

"I know that, Athena. Taimoor is probably staring holes in my back right now. But the million dollar question is where were you all my life?" He said as he shrugged and Haya laughed. "I was around here ,busy hiding from you." She said as she smiled. She liked this guy. He had a sense of humor and was such a flirt that it was refreshing. And did he just refer to her as the goddess of wisdom ?WOW. She definitely liked him .

Nearly two minutes later , they were interrupted by her infamous husband , who looked as if he was about to burst. God, he looked pissed .His eyes were calculating and his gaze held fire. "Thank you for entertaining MY WIFE , while I was busy Jehanzaib but we need to go." He emphasized the "my wife" , as if telling Jehnzaib to back off. It felt like a boy version of "PAWS OF BTICH". If Haya wasn't already irked at him for ignoring her ,she would have found this possessive caveman streak HOT. Jehanzaib raised his eyebrows and smiled looking at her, with that "see-I-told-you-so" expression. Haya gave him an apologetic smile in return which was a pin to Taimoor's balloon of a patience. He caught her hand and dragged her out to parking lot to his car. Haya was wearing heels and it was difficult for her to catch up. It was a miracle that her ankle didn't get sprained. "Taimoor what the hell?" She asked as she gasped for air nearly breathless.

"Get in the car." He said with clenched teeth. She had never seen him like this, so she decided she'd just keep her mouth zipped. Sitting in the car ,she refused to face him or talk to him.

Taimoor drove the car like a mad man. What had gotten into him? He was acting strange. Actually weird. First he ignored her, then he went ape-shit because she was making friends and let's not forget the part where he man handled her.

Taimoor parked the car in driveway and got out slamming the door while Haya was rooted to her seat. What the hell had gotten to him? Why was he throwing an attitude like a 4 year old who didn't get to buy his favorite toy? Marching angrily after him , Haya found him unlocking the main door . As soon as she reached there the lock unlocked and he went inside.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Taimoor ? You dragged me through there like a mad man. You were the one ignoring me the whole time as if you didn't want me there. What you were trying to do and show? " Haya asked with her hand on her waist as she stared at him. She was frustrated right now.

Her eyes flew to his and if it was possible, he looked angrier than ever. Inthe not so tiny hallway Taimoor looked huge and intimidating, and the comparisonbetween their sizes was more notable. He could crush her like a bug if he wantedto. Would he ? She hoped, not.

"You what to know what is wrong with me . You are. Do you want a list? Because if you want it you'd have to wait. It is going to take me an eternity to write everything down. But let me tell you, being naïve and stupid tops the list." He said. He actually breathed that in her face.

It took a moment for those words to penetrate and when they did they squashed the anger and drew back in hurt. Deciding that she wasn't going to take the blame , Haya erupted. She was done with him telling how stupid she was.

"What the hell. I am dizzy from riding your bipolar rollercoaster Taimoor. Sometimes , you are actually so nice to me that it feels like a dream and the rest of the time you are being you jerk self. If you didn't want to introduce me to your colleagues, you shouldn't have taken you. You abandoned me. Ignored me as if you came alone. And now you are the one complaining." Haya stated clearly furious at his cold behavior.

"So, if I ignore you, you'll just ignore me back and look for someone else? " He asked as stepped closer and before she knew it she was pinned to the walls, while her arms caged her.

"Huh? " ,Haya asked feeling dumb folded . His close proximity was making a ninny out of her intelligent self. His face inched closer. He was so close that she could feel his hot breath on her face. The heels which she had been wearing had elated her so much that she didn't have to raise her neck to look at him. Just raising her eyes did the deed . Her eyes meet his. It was such a wrong move on her part. Eye contacts were intimate thing, they left her breathless and incited. His black orbs which were filled with anger and passion. Realizing it was a mistake to look in his eyes. She closed her eyes. "Cat got your tongue , huh", he asks in his hoarse bed-room voice. Haya was completely losing her ground.

Taimoor titled his head and took deep two deep breaths. Yeah, she counted because suddenly she was so aware of him and everything else had faded away. He had such an impact on her, clouding her senses. All she could see was him, all she could feel was the how close he was, all she could hear was him breathing, all she could smell was his intoxicating smell.

His lips touched her ear as he whispered, "You looked pretty today. Now if you don't want me to get this close anytime soon, better stay away from other men. I am a very possessive man and I don't like to share. Don't force me to an extent, that I have to stake my claim. " His husky voice was doing wonders to her. Her mind turned into a mush , deprived of thinking ability.

She just stood there breathless as she felt the grasp around her hands disappearing. When she opened her eyes, he was gone. He had left her there! HE LEFT HER after turning her on. Masla kya hai uska? (what was his problem)The compliment and the threat which didn't feel like a threat at all, kept ringing in her head.Her annoyed self had completely missed the 'pretty' compliment, she had been dying to hear. All her energies were focused on the threat, which frustrated her so much that when she got to her room she strangled the pillow.

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