#Chapter7
I am beyond angry at what she did. No one is allowed to make fun of me, especially not my wife and she has some explanation to give.
/"Why the hell did you lie to me?/" In a rage, I stormed into my room without even knocking.
But my anger vanished that instant when the image of her came in my view. She looked so different wearing white trousers and a baby blue shirt.
/"Knock before entering someone's room./" She said in irritation.
/"It is my house./" I mocked.
/"Want me out of here?/" She mocked back.
What does she think of herself???
/"You are not going anywhere./" I narrowed my eyes at her.
/"Listen, Mr Ehtesham Ghori. I am not some typical Eighteenth-century girl who will accept everything quietly whatever you throw at me. I agree at your terms because I won't have my reasons otherwise I would never agree to this./"
/"So, you want money?/" I scoffed.
Shit! I shouldn't have said that...