My Four Eyed Husband

Chapter#10

Fiza's POV:

'Nuwair Nani said it was my fault that Ami died. Is it true?'

'It is not. She was joking.' I nodded.

'When we will be going?'

'Listen, baby doll. I am going alone with Nani because of my studies but I will come back soon. Till then you have to be brave and wait for me. Okay?' I was engulfed in slim but strong arms of an early teenager.

'But I want to come with you. I will be a good girl and I will tell Nani that it wasn't my fault.'

'I know it was not your fault.'

'Than tell them.' My vision starts blurring because of tears.

'Fiza, don't cry.'

'But it wasn't my fault.' I grip his arm tightly. Like if I let go those arms will never reach to me.

"FIZA!" Someone yelled my name right next to my ear and my eyes jerked open.

Still, startled by the voice I quickly blink my eyes and when my vision clears a bit I find Ehtesham hovering me.

My lungs forgot to breathe for a moment and my eyes went wide. His face is only inches away from mine. His breaths are fanning my face and his eyes bore into mine. I stare back in those mesmerizing dark eyes. Slowly the distance between those eyes and mine start getting lesser. Maybe it is my imagination that he is leaning closer but still...

"Get off." I breathed out.

"Leave my arm." He retorted.

Arm???

I give him a questioning look. Then his eyes guided me to his arm which I was holding tightly or should I say digging my nails tightly.

"Sorry!" I quickly pull my hand back.

I expected him to get off but he didn't move an inch.

"Move away!" I turn my face to the side and put my both hands on his shoulders to push him.

He moves away with a dramatic sigh, after creasing my jawline with the tip of his nose. A shiver runs through me on his touch and I literally froze on my place for a moment.

What the hell????

I quickly get up when my senses start to work again. I shot a glare at Ehtesham who is looking at me with amusement.

"Why the hell did you do that?" I asked wiping my face with my hand.

"What do you mean why? Can't a husband touch his wife?" He asks putting his arm under his head.

"You won't find any wife here Mr. and what are you doing in my room at this early hour?" I scowl.

"I think you are still dizzy. Should I show you our Nikah papers wife?" He smirks.

"You never believe in our marriage. So don't bring the Nikah in it. It is just a deal that we made under certain conditions. Now kindly leave my room." I say getting up from the bed.

"Oh, I believe in our marriage. I just say there won't be any love involved in it. All the 'not sharing and touching notions' was added from your side. Those don't apply to me. I told you before. " he says nonchalantly.

Huh???

"What do you mean by 'love won't be involved'? There is no relationship without love." I narrow my eyes at him.

"Seriously? Are you really that innocent? Because you really don't look like." He says smugly and received a glare from me.

"Look around wife. There are many couples who are living together but don't love each other. So why can't we?" He says plainly also getting up.

The word shock is not enough to say what I feel now and I don't know what surprise me more. The way he puts things or the fact that in the end, our marriage is going to be like that?

As much as I want our marriage to work out I cannot allow myself to live as he wishes. I refuse to be someone who helplessly accepts everything because she has no choice. The way he marries me was a complete fraud and this marriage will not go anywhere until he left his lover. Wife is not a thing that you bought from a market and put in the home to use whenever you please.

"I am right na?" He smirks c*****g a brow. I didn't answer him.

"So why don't we just put all the conflicts aside and be friendly to each other?" He says walking over to me.

"Please leave my room." I say firmly.

"...Fine, I'll leave when you tell me where you were yesterday?" He says after a pause.

"With kids." I try to pass away.

"And who was the man?" He blocks my way.

"It is none of your business."

"It is my business." He slams his hand on wall angrily. It startles me a bit I wasn't expecting such a response from him. I won't deny that I didn't inform me on purpose yesterday. I want to give him a taste of his own medicine like he always disappears without bothering to inform me where he is and when he will come back.

"Step aside."

"Not before you answer my question." He gritted his teeth.

"I am not answering your question. Will you stop wasting my time now?" I know I am being stubborn still I am not answering him. Man and woman are equal, he will not get any answer from me until he starts sharing his things.

"Fine, then I will directly ask your family about this Nower guy." He tried to threaten me.

I scoffed before saying, "Do whatever you like and his name is Nuwair." With that, I pushed him and rushes into the bathroom.

Go ahead and ask them. Maybe it reminds them that I am a part of their family too.

I sighed and look at my reflection in the vanity mirror.

What have I become...

I am sure Ami wouldn't like this version of me.

Yes, version. Stubborn, ill-mannered and disobedient. Even Baba Jani will not like me this way either. But who makes me this way? Who should I ask? Who should I complain? I never wanted to be like this... they made me. So why should I feel guilty???

I shut my eyes tightly to calm myself before I lose to anger boiling inside of me and besides I don't have time to get angry. The kids will be wake up soon and their Aani will need help to give them breakfast. I don't want them to be feed by maid like I was fed in childhood. I promise myself that I try my best to be a mother to them. So they can grow up into fine adults. Not confuse and incomplete like me. I promise to not run away from their responsibilities. I will stick to them even if Ehtesham and I will no longer be together anymore. I will take their custody. Maybe my life becomes less pitiful because of them.

Recalling the resolve, again and again, is the only source of motivation for me now and about Ehtesham and me... There will be a day when both of us find our way or our different ways.

After washing my face and brushing my teeth I came out and directly head over to the kitchen where my Hubby was struggling to make his breakfast.

"Let me do it." He looks at me and quickly step aside and stood behind me. I don't know why suddenly he starts eating breakfast at home because what I heard that he never ate breakfast at home before. It's not like I mind, I have no problem making breakfast for another person. I send our cook with Ami and Papa and took the whole charge of the kitchen. I did this because I don't like sitting all day and do nothing.

"A cup of tea too." He says politely and I hands forgot to work for a while. I was expecting him to be mad at me because of our earlier bickering but for some reason, he is not.

As soon as I recover from the shock I make tea for him and turn to serve it on the table when he takes the cup from my hand.

"I'll take it from here." He said and granting me another moment of shock.

Please, someone, tell me that sunrise from the East today.

I don't recall being treated this kindly. I glance at him suspiciously before turning to stove again.

~*~

Ehtesham POV:

All my anger flew away when I was told by Haider that today is her Birthday and Nouwair guy is their stepbrother. Since then a pang of strange guilt starts to bubble up inside and it is making me restless.

"Yar are you even listening what I have said?" Sania yells at me.

"Sorry what?" I snapped out of my thoughts.

"What are you thinking? I have been talking for more than fifteen minutes but you never answer or looked interested even for once."

Yeah, like I am allowed to say anything...

My inner voice yells.

"Sorry love, I have a bad start today." I say focusing back on our food. I had a very good homemade breakfast, completely forgetting that I promised to have breakfast with Sania. So, here I am trying to swallow the food.

"Because of your wife?" She asks and I nodded in response.

"Ehtesham why don't you divorce her? Look at you, it's been two months since your marriage and you become a completely different person." She exclaims putting her manicured hand on mine. They are so soft.

Why wouldn't they be? You spend a lot of money on her...

My inner voice snapped at me and for some reason. This part of me doesn't like whenever I am with Sania.

I glance once again at her soft hand and my mind again drifted to Fiza. I don't remember how her hands feel but her body is so soft. So, I can assume that her hands would be as soft as Sania's.

Speaking of soft, Fiza smells so soft.

Wait ... how can a smell be soft?

But I don't know how else I can describe it. It is so light and alluring. It reminds me of the pleasant order of wet sand after rain. I wonder what body wash she use and when I think about it. Where she got the money to buy her things? She never asks me, not for shopping nor for money. I hope she is not relying on her father's money.

"Ehtesham?" I heard a whisper yell and violent shake on my hand.

"Huh? What?"

"You were spacing out again."

"Oh! Sorry. I think we should hurry and go back." She nods looking worriedly at me before focusing on her food.

~*~

I look at the time and sigh helplessly. I am late and my mood is worse than this morning. I was planning to go home soon today because Fiza's family was coming for dinner to celebrate her birthday. But I got stuck office because of my assistant foolishness. That i***t forgot to inform that I also have to give a briefing meeting tomorrow and what worse is Fiza's sister. She kept texting me every ten minutes when I told her that I cannot make it on time.

Without making noise I came inside the house and find Fiza working in the kitchen.

Why do I pay servants if he does all the work?

"Servants can do this." She jumps on my voice and turns around with horror expression on the face.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you."

"I know, you meant to give me a heart attack." She says turning back to her work.

Here she goes again...

But I avoid it for now.

"Sorry, for being late."

"It's fine, don't worry. Should I serve dinner for you?" She asks in monotone.

"No, I ate some snacks in the office. Not hungry." She only nodded.

"Um, Fiza?" I called her after a few moments of silence.

"Hm?" She replies without turning.

"This is for you. Your birthday gift... Happy birthday." I say awkwardly.

She turns this time and looks back and forth between me and the bag in my hand in utter surprise. I hold out a bag to her and she takes mumbling 'Thank you'.

She opens the bag and takes out the Black Sari I bought for her.

"Sorry forgot to pack it." I say taking in her every movement.

"No problem." She says touching the embroidery of Sari in awe.

"It matches with the jewellery Nuwair gave you." I say smiling. She nods then lifts her head like she forgot something. She stares at me and soon her blank expression turns into a frown.

"Why did you look at gift without my permission?"

What???