My Four Eyed Husband

Chapter#11

Fiza's POV:

"This is for you. Your birthday gift... Happy birthday." I froze for a nanosecond before turning to him. To be honest, I am a little surprise, wasn't expecting that he can be so thoughtful. Mumbling 'Thank you' I take out the clothes he brought for me. It's a black colour Sari with light embroidery on it. It is beautiful and expensive too. Seems he has a big heart to buy expensive things for others and a good sense of dressing.

Why wouldn't he have? He is experienced in handling women.

I remind myself.

"Sorry forgot to pack it." He says.

"No problem." I answer touching the embroidery of Sari in awe. I don't why I am being so happy about it.

"It matches with the jewellery Nuwair gave you." He says.

Oh, so he tried to match it with Nuwair's gift. I raise my head and find him looking at me with a bright smile and I feel like staring in those captivating eyes.

Oye! Snapped out of it...

I scold myself.

"Why did you look at my things without my permission?" I frown at him. I how much of a jerk I am being but right now that's the only way to come out of this sweet moment. Something I don't want to be caught in even though it is Halal in every way.

"Is... Is that how you treat people when they give you something?" He gives me half disbelief and half annoyed look.

"I simply ask a question." I shrug.

"I think you're not stupid to not understand that it was more than a question." I scowl.

Of course, it was. I insulted him in away.

"You're exaggerating." I stated.

"EXAGGERATING?... you know what? Go.To.Hell... it was a mistake to even buy something for an ungrateful woman like you." He didn't stay after saying it and stormed towards his room. Staring to the place he went I waited to hear a door slam and soon it slammed. A smile starts playing on my face.

He is so easy...

"Thank you." I say out loud, clenching the Sari to my chest but he isn't here to listen. After giving a satisfying look to the clean kitchen. I also make my way to my room. I feel happy, not because I destroyed my husband's mood but on realizing that my husband dear is not a complete jerk like I thought he was.

~*~

I aimlessly lay on the bed after sending off both Taha and Sadaf with their Mamo Sheharyar. I thought to make my hubby dear breakfast and leave in on the kitchen but I don't like the idea of him eating cold breakfast, so I decide to wait.

I couldn't sleep last night. The stupid giddy feeling didn't let me. I keep tossing and turning on my bed like an overly excited teenage girl who got present from his crush. It was quite irritating that I couldn't control my feelings. I close my eyes to take a little nap until he gets up but my moment of happiness short-lived when I hear someone entering my room.

I hate that guy for this. He never knocks before coming inside my room and when if I say anything he reply to me 'you can also come in my room like this' and shrugged it off. Sometimes he really talks like a p*****t.

"Fiza?" I heard his voice but didn't open my eyes.

I wasn't planning to tease him but I also don't know why I am pretending. I lay motionless on the bed and pretended to be sleeping until I felt a touch on my face.

What the hell...?

I quickly open my eyes and find my husband's face hovering mine. He keeps making small circles on my face with the back of his fingers. His eyes turn into a darker shade of brown, something I never have seen before. Actually I never pay attention to anyone's eyes this closely. He is the first one.

I frown so he could get a hint and get off but he didn't. Only left with the option of shoving him away and that what I did. He snapped out of his trance and gives me a confused look before rushing out of the room.

What's got into him???

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Ehtesham's POV:

What was I doing???

The whole day at work this was the only thought that captivates my mind. I went to her room this morning because I didn't find her in the kitchen. She usually waits for me and makes a fresh breakfast for me. I supposed to ask her about breakfast not stand there and check her out. And what worse that I ran from home like a thief who was about to catch red-handed. I surely make a fool of myself.

Her sleeping form was beautiful, like really beautiful and I was mesmerized by it. Don't know what possessed me that I reach out for her and I couldn't stop myself from touching her. Even after she woke up and frown at me, I didn't pull back. I couldn't, especially when her sharp gaze were on me. I have heard about such eyes that held intelligence but never saw before meeting Fiza.

I have met many beautiful girls and no doubt my Sania is also charming in many ways. But Fiza .... she is attractive, I don't know how but she is and I am attracted towards her, in a very different way. I seem to forget Sania for a while when she is around. Her aura has a strange pull and there are times when I catch myself staring her. I don't know since when I start noticing her every action. The way she talks, her smile, how she treats both kids and handle household work. She is what people call, a perfect picture of an ideal housewife. I have noticed it too. I have noticed everything but always pretend to ignore her. Not because I don't like her... in my house and in my life. Yes, she annoys me more than I can handle and sometimes I wish that she could just disappear. Yet I get extremely excited when she addressed me and sees me with her brown eyes.

From the day Ami told me about this marriage, I planned to get separate from the girl after two or three months or she will eventually leave me after knowing the truth and realizing she will have no meaning in my life. But Fiza stays and it doesn't bother me, in fact, I like it a little. It's true that I don't want her like I want Sania but I don't like the idea of leaving her too. That's why I avoid Sania whenever she tries to bring up this topic.

~*~

"Ami?" Taha says.

"Ji (Yes)?" Fiza answers.

"Allah is everywhere?" He says looking at her with full attention. He is stuck on this question since Ami told him that.

"Yes, He is everywhere and He can see everything too. So you better finish your milk." She answers pointing at his blue cup. We three are sitting on the dining table. Sadaf is already gone to sleep but Taha is up and accompanying us at the dinner table with his cup of milk.

I am glad he is here, at least I don't have to bear the silent treatment Fiza gives me when we are alone. She also doesn't come in front of me if kids are not around unless she has some work and she prefers to remains in her room. So being Taha here with us is helping to break the silence on the table.

"Ami?" He calls her again.

"Ji?"

"Allah is in this room too?" He asks turning his head to look around.

"Yes." Fiza holds his head with both hands and turns to the table again.

"He is with us?"

"Yes. He is everywhere." She answers.

"HE is in my cup too?" He asks looking at her with hopeful eyes. She froze for a second and so does I, his question was... unexpected.

"Taha be a good boy and finish your milk." She says regaining her composure.

"I can't see Allah here." Taha whines trying to put his face inside the cup and when he failed, he looks completely lost.

At this, both Fiza and I laugh helplessly in unison. I swear it's only her stamina to keep up with kids curious minds.

"We cannot see Allah. Like we cannot see air." Fiza tries to clear his confusion.

"Why we cannot see air?" Taha asks curiously.

At first, Fiza struggles to find the right answer but when she couldn't she looks at me. Something she usually does when she is unable to answer them.

"Taha, will you sleep with me tonight?" Taking a hint I spoke to Taha.

"Yes." He says excitedly.

"Then drink your milk quickly." He instantly grabs his cup and starts drinking. He loves to sleep with me because I wrestle with him before putting him to bed. On the other hand, Sadaf doesn't sleep with me anymore since Fiza came. She likes to stick with her and talk about fairies and princesses all the time.

"Finish." Taha shows his empty cup to me.

"Good boy. I am also finished." I get up and put him on my shoulders. He grabs my head tightly and when I reach halfway to my room he starts patting my head.

"Papa, Ami."

"What about Ami?"

"Go to Ami." He puts his head on mine.

"Okay." I walk back to Fiza who was busy in washing dishes.

"Ami."

~*~

Fiza's POV:

"Ami." I heard Taha's voice and abruptly turn back.

"Allah Haffiz." He held out his hands to me sitting of Ehtesham's head.

Oh! Right...

I forgot to say him good night. I quickly wipe my hands and when I was about to take Taha from Ehtesham he bent down so I can kiss Taha.

Wow! Someone is being considerate...

I also tiptoe to reach and place a kiss on Taha's face and say 'Allah Hafiz.' But quickly pulled back when Ehteham's nose lightly brushes against my neckline.

Ya Allah...

I glance at Ehtesham and find him looking at me with a smirk and a strange glint in his eyes.

Did he do that on purpose????

I frown and his smirk widened like he understands what I am thinking. He winks at me before start walking to his room.

Ya Khuda (God) he is a real pervert.....