His Ruthless Love

7

ABEERA’S POV:

I woke as I felt something heavy on my waist. I tried to move it but to no avail. Frustrated, I open my eyes to see the Monster’s arm. I was grateful that I didn’t end up embarrassing myself by screaming my head off. With a great amount to struggle, I got myself out of bed without waking him up.

“Bulldozer.” I thought.

I offered my prayers and when I was finished, I noticed that Wahaaj wasn’t in the room. After a while of not knowing what to do, I decided to go downstairs. I entered the kitchen.

“Hello ma’am! What would you like? A girl around Di’s age asked me as I stepped into the kitchen.

“Umm… I would like some juice.” I know I know, I am weird. People usually ask for something strong like coffee and tea in the morning but not me. I like something refreshing in the morning.

“Ok ma’am. Please go to the dining table. I will bring it for you there.” She said and I decided to leave. I was sitting in the dining room when, I saw Ayyan bhai entering. We were introduced during the nikah. He, apparently, is Mr. Rude’s best friend.

He greeted me as he sat opposite to me on the table. I returned his greeting.

“I just wanted to tell you that you don’t have to worry about anything with him. Just don’t defy him and he won’t hurt you.” He said to me.

“You want me to endure his torture?” I asked him slowly.

“No. I am asked you to try and get along with him. Neither me or Aunty (Wahaaj’s mom) would let him torture you in any way.” He ensured.

I didn’t want to talk about him any longer, so I decided to stay quiet.

“Ayyan bhai. Are you really his best friend?” I asked after a while.

“Yes. Is there a doubt?” He asked.

“Umm… It’s just that I have noticed that you’re always smiling and go about making others happy, but I don’t think he even knows how to smile.” I said hesitantly.

Ayyan bhai roared out laughter.

“Since you call me bhai, can I call you behna?” He asked, ignoring my question for the time being.

“Of course.” I replied.

“How’s my daughter?” Aunty also arrived and asked.

“Fine, Aunty.” I answered.

“You should call me Mom, now onwards. Just like Wahaaj does.” She ordered smilingly.

“O-ok M-om.” I stuttered.

She smiled wide and sat down. Mr. Monster also came down and sat on the head of the table. I noticed that he continuously glared at Ayyan bhai throughout breakfast.

“The beauticians and the dress would arrive soon at home. I have a bit of work, so I’ll be back in a while.” He said.

Soon, Ayyan bhai and him left.

WAHAAJ’S POV:

I woke up alone in bed. I left the house to jog. Eventually, when I got back from jogging, I saw Ayyan sitting with Abeera and laughing. For a reason unknown to me, that sight made me really angry, but I decided to control my anger.

When Ayyan and I left for the office, Ayyan asked: “Why do you look so angry?”

“I am not f*****g ANGRY!” I shouted the last word.

“Yeah, of course.” He said mockingly.

“What were you laughing about with Abeera?” I finally grumbled.

“Oh! So that’s the reason of your anger. Someone is jealous.” He taunted.

“I will never be jealous over her, but you better stay away from her.” I said indignantly.

“Right. She is like my sister, so you can stop getting worked up. Anyways, who will dare to even look at the KING’S wife.” He said and I finally relaxed.

By the time I reached home, it was already evening. I quickly got ready and decided to check if Abeera had done the same.

When I entered the room, I saw a girl setting her dupatta [stole] and another opening jewelry boxes to help Abeera wear them. The thought of someone touching her neck or coming so close to her made me uneasy. I knew it was stupid, but I didn’t want any girl touching my girl.

I braked. MY GIRL? I’ve really lost my mind. But whatever! She is my wife with my last name so, she is MINE.

I walked towards them and ordered them to leave with a mere flick of my hand. They quickly left me and Abeera alone. Abeera quickly stood up as she saw me standing behind her.

When she turned, she took my breath away. She resembled a japanese doll with her wide surprised-filled eyes and milk white skin.

I wouldn’t ever admit how pretty she looked, but I couldn’t stop myself from taking her necklace and moving in front of her.

“Wha-” She protested but I shushed her.

“Relax! I’m not going to do anything wrong.” Hell! I wanted to do everything wrong she considered between us.

When my hands touched her neck, I could feel the goosebumps present there. I could see her flushed cheeks. It was my desire to see her flush again and again.

We soon went to the reception, where I was worried about security, but Ayyan handled everything immaculately.