chapter 2

What Bex felt was self reproach. She always felt that she was strong and independent. But today she ended up realizing how weak and helpless she was. If not for Khabib, she was sure that even the nurses won't be willing to give a second glance to her unconscious mom.

"So how was my performance my little lamb" no one knew when Khabib had entered the ward and came this close to Bex. Bex felt his hot breath near her shoulder before turning to him and taking a step back.

She gave a deep bow to Khabib before lifting her head.

"Thank you." she said with utmost sincerity.

Khabib was stunned by her gesture. It took him some time to digest the sincerity Bex was showing him, as this was not something that he was used to.

"Oh my darling. How can you thank your husband like this? You are my wife and your family is my family. It is my responsibility to take care of your mom" Khabib said with dramatic expressions.

Bex didn't believe even a single word from this. But she was grateful that he had started treatment for her mom. Though she would never accept him as her husband, but she made a mental note that she would definitely pay him back for this huge debt.

A nurse informed them that her mother would be undergoing a surgery now and they could wait outside the operation theatre. Bex ignored Khabib and followed behind the nurse at a quick pace.

"I am not sure if standing there for one hour would help the doctors in some way. But what i am sure of is, you won't be able to accompany your mom, once she is out of this room" Khabib then moved his gaze towards her legs.

"I mean your legs would be numb and you will only add up as a burden for me to carry then" Khabib continued while leisurely sitting on the bench with his devilish grin.

Bex silently lowered her head before walking towards the opposite bench and sitting on it. She did not wanted to argue with Khabib, she was trying her best to obey his demands without refuting him.

But this was exactly what was irking him. The Bex he knew would always fight till the end, no matter how small or big the issue would be.

Bex sitting opposite to him was obeying everything he said. Whether he mocked or insulted her, she was silently accepting it without a single word of rebuttal.

"I have already asked my men to shift all your luggage from that so called house of yours to my home. From today onwards you will be residing there with me" Bex tried to give another push. And he received the response he was waiting for.

"Mr. Khabib, i understand that both of us are legally married but can't you see the situation around you? My mother is undergoing a surgery. Once she is out, she will need me. I am not coming home till my mom is discharged" Bex spoke in a firm voice.

"Mr Khabib!! How sweet of you to address your husband this way. Now listen. I don't give a shit about your situation. Don't try my patience. If i say you are coming home with me today, that means you have to come" Khabib said with his eyebrow raised.

"Look i can't leave my mom like this. Also i can not tell her about this marriage for time being, at least till her situation is stabilized. That's the only wish i have." Bex said while trying to control her almost raging voice.

"I have already arranged for the caretaker. You don't have to stay here 24'7. Just come up with some random excuse. And i only allow you to hide this marriage from her till her discharge. If she is unaware of it even after that, i will make sure to break this news in a grand way for her." Khabib said.

"What excuse can i make Khabib? I have already resigned from my previous work and i am unemployed right now. Won't she doubt me for leaving her in between even after knowing her condition? And how can i explain that she is residing in a VVIP ward along with a caretaker? I can not even afford that!" Bex said with complete frustration. .

"Unemployed right? Gives you even more reason for not staying by her side. Tell her that you are searching for some job. She won't doubt that.

Anyways you are my wife and you will work for me. Isn't that your job" Khabib asked with a smirk.

"As for the ward and caretaker, Bex i should remind you that i am not babysitting you. I am not here to solve your problems babe. I have already suggested best ideas for other problems. Can't you handle even one problem on your own without needing your dear husband?" Khabib said with a shrug.

Bex wanted to refute when the light for operation theatre turned off.

"The patient is out of danger. But she will have to remain in hospital for another two weeks for recovery. Till then we will observe her" The doctor said before giving a bow and quickly leaving the site as soon as possible.

Her mother was taken to the VVIP ward and by the time Bex entered, a caretaker was already standing beside her, adjusting the room temperature.

"Good afternoon lady boss. I have been assigned as a caretaker for your mom. If you have any request or doubts, feel free to speak" The girl said politely.

"No i just wanted to thank you. Also please don't address me like that in front of my mom. Just call me Bex. Don't tell her about my marriage" Bex reminded.

"Ok Miss Bex i will keep that in mind." the caretaker replied before bowing again.

"Time to go back home honey" Khabib said while standing at the door.