Chapter 17 In the Kitchen
The most beautiful feeling is when your cry your heart but you don't have to explain anything because you are crying to one and only Almighty. Allah knows what you want.
Mrs Ahlam.
"Assalamualeikum," I greeted once I entered house and was welcomed and replied by my in laws with a wide smile. They have been so supportive and comfortable to be around sith so far, which is very rare to find .
They were watching some Pakistani drama yeh dil mera, uncle I mean dad has to watch because mom forces him, I barely notice guys watching all these sappy dramas but they are really good Pakistani dramas they don't drag too much my favourite used to b Khamoshi and many others I used to watch with my mom. Cherish every moment in your life and appreciate your parents when they are with you.
"Someone took so long just to hand someone the lunch tin ," Hania said with a smirk and I just warned her to be quiet. She was teasing way too much, wait till your turn Miss, I won't spare you even a bit.
"Your brother was busy," I said as I sat next to mom she informed me to call her just the way his son calls her same applies to his dad and I finally got used to.
One day or the other we have to adjust so why not start from now and I thanked Almighty as they have also loved me so far. I miss my own family so much, but Almighty knows better, HE has planned everything.
"Stop teasing her and yeah wait till your turn," and Hania just stopped talking and was lost in thoughts I stared at her but didn't ask her further. Did I miss something, was something going on between her and someone? I Will have to wait and find out but for now, I won't pry into her matters until she's comfortable enough to let me in.
I knew whom she was thinking about and I will have to put some sense into her. She will put herself in trouble and her brother also.
"How is your hand?" dad asked while scrolling through the phone when break approached.
"It's much better," he has been taking good care of me he always applies ointment on time and makes sure I keep my hand on one side.
"Who is he?that he has a name," Hania again started and everyone just laughed I looked away shyly, she was making fun of me wait till her turn.
***In the room.
Once I finished praying Qur'an I closed with one hand and placed it on the shelf above, I sat on the bed and waited for him, where was he? I don't know why but I just am not able to call him by his name it just doesn't feel right it's so weird and strange to me when someone calls their husband with name.
9 pm just where was this man till so late at night and he talked of giving me surprise and my mind went back to the question he asked to me about working. There are so many girls who deserve this post I can't snatch from them without any experience.
I hope he will understand when I give my answer.
Me: Where are you? I texted him and waited for his reply while checked other messages if I had any.
Him: Driving sweetheart. Him and his nicknames.
Me: Be careful and drive safely I am waiting for you.
Him: It's not so hard to admit that you are missing me.
I kept the phone aside, wrapped my hand with a shawl, wore my specs and hijab and went downstairs to heat the food for him his favourite chicken pasta with white sauce.
I was about to switch on the light of the kitchen since it was so dark just then I felt a hand wrapped around my waist and I let out a scream until I felt someone shut my mouth and my eyes widened.
"Switch on the light you can just come and touch a stranger or someone's wife just leave me alone," I kept on talking about whatever came in my mind the man whoever was just kept quiet.
"What if he kills me?" I thought.
"Just leave you know my husband is on his way just stop touching me no one has that right except one person," I kept ranting whatever came in my mind just to put some sense into his thief who was still not moving an inch.
"So only your husband has that right yeah?" the man asked but that voice? I have heard it's very familiar with the voice of my husband but how can he reach here so fast and why enter like a thief?
The person switched on the light of his phone and my eyes widened I just pushed him away but my little hands were nothing compared to his huge handsome face and body he stood there with a smirk and I looked away.
" Why are you mad at me?" the voice asked and I just moved away.
He kept coming closer and closer while I moved backwards until I was caged between the kitchen wall and the man.
"Stay away from me," I warned him with an evil smile, you know my husband won't like seeing us in this situation. I smirked.
Two can play this game.
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What's going on? Any wild guesses who entered the mansion?