"But I'm your-"
"I'm your what?!" He cut her off. She flinched at the acidity in his voice. "My wife?" He scoffed inching in on her until he was arms length. His eyes bored into the depths of her soul. He slurred the words with venom dripping from...
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▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ "IF THE EYES OF A
FEMALE CRY OVER A MAN THAT OPRESSED HER ANGELS WILL CURSE HIM WITH EVERY STEP HE WALKS"
-Ali Ibne Abi Taalib- رضي الله عنه
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"Dad has a second wife?" That was all it took to grab his attention. Meeza had been trying to talk to him for almost half an hour and he had the silent mode on. Her patience was wearing thin.
"Whose feeding you information and Why don't you shut up? You're yapping for years now why don't you cut it out, little annoying shit!" He tipped his chair back and yelled at her from the study. He had tonnes of work pending for days but couldn't concentrate on his work, Çeara, or rather what she said had him worried.
"Is it true or not" Meeza fired another question whilst putting Saahir's clothes in his closet. She was trying her best to push him to talk. She had made a promise to Sahiba she will find out what the deal was all about. She ignored his hatred and slowly she had stopped being afraid of him.
"That's none of your business, you stay out of it" he warned her.
"I just want to know if it's true or not" she could see him bend his chair and look at her. She composed herself not wanting to look weak infront of him. He removed his earphones, got up from his study and dashed for her. Meeza gulped hard as she saw the angry Billionaire head for her. She hung the last t-shirt in his closet and prepared herself to face him.
He pushed her towards his closet and paused. Their noses were barely an inch apart. The only sound was their raspy breaths, and the huge clock ticking in the walk-in closet. Meeza felt uncomfortable being this close to him. She realised he didn't have a shirt on and could feel her cheeks get hot. Her face was a mass of white blossom tinged with pink cheeks.
Suddenly he was acutely aware of her close proximity. She smelled like fresh-cut roses.
"Stay out of it!" His senses kicked in and he banged his fist on the closet making her flinch and shut her eyes. He left with a grunt and got back to being a bump in a log in his boring study.
It took Meeza a moment to get back to feeling normal. She sat down on her sofa and looked at it over her right shoulder. It was ten pm and she felt sleepy. She removed a bedsheet she kept hidden underneath a cushion and draped it over her after she lied down.
There was a glass wall between the study and the bedroom lounge. She stared up at the ceiling and thought of her life.
It had been two months to her marriage. She had slowly settled in. Not everything was as bad as she used to think. She cried less. Adjusted to the climate. Enjoyed the food now. Even the uncomfortable sofa was now comfortable, an expensive one at that, it was bound to get comfortable.
