Toxic Love of Broken Billionaire

8. An Eventful Morning Afterwards

NAAYA’S POV:

“I…can…cc...all...a ….servant,” I said stammering with shaking hands.

“Don’t bother I’ll manage,” he said, looking into my eyes. Today it was not lustful gazing but there was worry engraved in them. Like he was trying to guess the reason behind my sudden flip.

“I am going to my room,” As the tears pricked my eyes, I tried to disappear from the present to hide the truth that was always there but just there hidden. As soon as I reached my room I closed the door and sat on the floor resting my head at the door. I closed my eyes to calm myself but tears were falling uncontrollably.

 Again I was brought face to face with my worst fear. He needed help to get up and even if he was teasing still he was not in a condition to stand up on his own or walk. What did I do?  I just left him there. Struggling and helpless. But the truth was so anguishing that I wanted to hide from it as much as I could.

I had a fear of touch. It was not there always but it has been there since I got older. The darkness of my childhood has led me to this stage where whenever anyone tries to touch me, I get a panic attack, and in most cases, I faint. Nobody knows the reason behind it except me, even my parents tried to gauge the reasons by taking me to multiple psychologists, but I always knew how to hide my past within myself. So it was not helpful at all.

The trauma has not only developed a fear of touch but also I can’t sleep alone at night. I take multiple showers in a day only to keep myself clean. These fears have ruined every relation to me. I don’t know what am I going to do with the rest of my life with such horrific memories submerged deep down my heart. These are fears that are not shared. They are just there. Like a pang of pain, you feel when someone pinches you but in my case, it was always, pinching and twisting my heart.

After crying for hours, I got up and walked to the bathroom to freshen myself. I took a long shower and came back to my room. I took a book out of my bag and started to read. As I knew, I wouldn’t be able to sleep alone, so why bother. Time passed by and I could see the little rays of the sun making their way to the room through the window. It was almost 5:00 AM.

I got up from the bed with swollen eyes and went to the bathroom to take a shower again and change into something more appropriate than my nightdress. I changed my clothes and after blow-drying my hair, I tied them in a tight pony tail.

Now I just have to find something for me to eat and cook something for him too. Something good, just as compensation of my yesterday’s behavior. I wandered in the large mansion from one lobby to another, but I couldn’t find a kitchen. Then after a struggle of 15 mins I found it.

It was a European style kitchen with two sleek granite counters. The kitchen was spacious with all the appliances in it. The kitchen was attached to a large room which could be a family room. But I have not seen his family, how ironic. Stop being a b***h Naaya, my mind scolded me. There was a large glass window at the front of the family room through which now the light was making its way to the room and the kitchen. Making the entire area warm and cozy. I think he likes to make everything bright, except himself I thought. Stop it Naaya, just shut up.

I was starving at this moment but I have to make his breakfast first. So what should I make that is healthy, nutritious, and yummy at the same time. I don’t know if he likes Pakistani breakfast or not. But he was from Pakistan right. My stomach was grumbling and I was not even sure about what to make?

So I decided to make all American breakfast. I started off by making chocolate chip pancakes and waffles with chocolate sauce. I made some sunny side eggs, some scrambled eggs, and some omelets with many veggies in it. He needed proteins for recovery and eggs were a way to go. Then I made two smoothie bowls one with summer berries and the other with mango and peaches. It was almost 7:00 a.m. and I was almost done. I brewed some coffee and made tea for myself. Before placing everything on the counter, I squeezed fresh mango and orange juice.

I was busy arranging the breakfast on the counter when a voice shook me.

“Oh honey, you are awake,” Aunt Hafza entered all dressed up. She knew how to look good at this age and here I was a sweating mess in front of her.

“Yeah I woke up early,” I couldn’t tell her that I didn’t sleep at all.

“But your eyes are swollen and red,” She said worryingly, coming towards me.

“This is from the onions I was peeling. My eyes get red when I peel them,” I said looking away. Seriously that’s what I was going to say.

“So when is he going to wake up?” I said.

“Oh he is awake, He wakes up at 5:00 am. He is just in his room working,” she said.

“I am sorry. I didn’t know. I was awake all morning and I didn’t ask him for breakfast,” I said cursing myself. Here I was going to make a good impression by cooking all this s**t for him as compensation. On the other hand, I starved him for 2 hours.  “No worries. I will ask the servants to set the table. I think his friends are going to join us for breakfast. There are going to be here in an hour maybe. So you just go and freshen up. You are sweating all over,” She said hiding her smile. Oh boy, she told them about yesterday’s episode.

“Okay,”

 What could I say more? I needed another shower, but I was extremely hungry at this moment. But the last time he saw me sweating with my clothes sticking to my body, he eye raped me. So I should get going and change.

I quickly took a shower and changed into a baby pink kurta with jeans and wrapped my dupatta around me. My hair was wet so I just let them loose and hurried downstairs to the dining area.

As soon as I reached the corner of the room, I heard a voice. They were here. Now everybody was going to make fun of me. I stood there for a while, then I mustered up the courage and entered the room.

There was everyone. All his friends were there sitting and laughing. As soon as I entered everybody stopped and looked at me. I was confused and started fidgeting my fingers. Zayan was again eye raping me with his steel-grey eyes. I think he needed to get himself checked.

“Woo, wooo............... Here comes the lady of the day,” Roman stood up and started clapping. Everybody joined him and they were all laughing their ass off.

“Come to Naaya Sit with me,” Lizzie sating patting towards a chair beside her.

“No, she will sit here,” Zayan said pointing towards a seat beside him. If this was another time, I would have given him a piece of his own mind, but I was already ashamed of what I did yesterday so I quietly sat beside him.

“Now can we start eating and stop with the useless bickering,” Zayan said in his authoritative voice.

“No we can’t. As we are only here to make fun of you,” Roman said and started laughing again.

“Yeah, you were looking like a little kitten who just faced a tiger,” Lizzie said.

I was feeling like digging up my own grave right under my chair.

“Naaya, what you did yesterday has never happened before. People are petrified only by his presence and never dare to speak against him. You just gave him the first lesson of his life,” Lizzie added.

“Yeah I have watched the video like a thousand times and I am not even bored. I can watch it a million times more. Look,” Roman said playing the video on his phone and showing it to everyone.

But Zayan grabbed his phone and put his phone in the glass of juice.

“You just didn’t. It was my new phone,” Roman gasped, taking his phone out of the glass.

“It has all the contacts of the hot chicks I was going to f**k,” Roman smirked while drying his phone with his napkin. He was a brat or maybe he tried to become one. From what I have learned from the experience I had that faces don't matter nor does the emotion they smirk, it the truth that is hidden behind the shining eyes that matters. but alas nobody looks at that.

My eyes popped out on his dirty talking. My face was all red. How can they talk about such things so casually? If anyone at my house had done it, they would have been killed by my father.

“Look you made her red again,” Lizzie said laughing and pointing towards me.I was embarrassed all of the sudden and decide to look at my empty plate.

“Let her eat in peace. She hasn’t eaten since the morning,” Zayan said filling my plate.

“I can do it myself,” I said and tried to argue, he just ignored and filled my plates with everything on the table. I was done with his attitude, what was he trying to do? He was now scaring me.

I was just quiet for the sake of guests otherwise I would have flipped the plate on his face by now.

“So I am going to the office today,” he announced, while eating.

“Relax and stay at home. Have your doctor’s appointment this weekend and maybe after that you can come. Besides we are handling everything there and you can do work from home,” Muhib persuaded him and Brandon also nodded.

“I was not asking. I was telling,” He said while eating.

“Naaya tell him not to go. This is your responsibility and besides that, he is in a bad condition,” Lizzie whispered in my ears. I have to do it otherwise if he did something to himself this time, I would have to stay longer.

Nope, that was not going to happen.

“You are not going anywhere,” I said putting my fork down.

ZAYAN’S POV:

Everybody looked at me and I didn’t notice Lizzie winked at Brandon, showing him that she did it. They were all trying to control themselves from laughing. My baby was getting bolder day by day. I had to put a leash on her.

“I don’t need your permission and what you did yesterday is not going to happen again,” I said authoritatively looking in her eyes. For a brief moment I saw fear in her eyes but then it was replaced by a mischievous sparkle.

“Who’s going to take you?” she asked.

Everybody was looking at us. I was confused about where she was going with this question.

“’ have a driver,” I said looking at her.

“But the driver is not going to take you. If you can go by yourself then go,” She said while eating, not giving any heed to me.

Everybody burst into laughter. Nobody gave me orders like she was giving them away like free popcorns. But I liked the way she cared for me.I liked the way she looks into my eyes without fear. Yesterday I saw her broken for the first time and it caused some restlessness in me but today she was again in her usual form. I could say by just looking at her that she was a strong person.

“Okay, I will stay but you have to give your documents and passport to Muhib so that he can apply for an extension,” I said.

I wanted her to be calm to get her documents. I had to agree with her.

“Naaya this month is going to be really fun. Soo much has changed in one day. Zayan has turned into a dummy and he is eating his medicines,” Lizzie said laughing.

Everybody laughed and got busy eating. Then Lizzie accompanied Naaya to her room. So she can grab her documents and stuff. Roman accompanied them too as they were becoming a trio.

“When you are done with all the paperwork for her extension. Give me the documents and passport. She is not getting them back,” I said, as soon as Naaya left the room.

“What do you mean by that?” Muhib said.

“It means that she is not going anywhere. If she has her passport then she can go away. I am not going to give her an option,” I said.

“What are you planning Zayan? You could just ask her to be with you,” Brandon said this time with a troublesome face.

“She is going to be with me. I am not going to ask her. She is already mine,” I said, visualizing Naaya in my head.

 She was looking exceptional today with a baby pink kurta and wet hair. Water was dripping from them, making her back wet. She was smelling so nice. I just wanted to grab a fistful of her hair and smell her intoxicating smell. I just wanted to smell her whole body and then cover her with my scent. So that everybody knows that she was mine.

Things were going to get ugly soon and everybody was afraid of where this obsession of mine was going.

I don't want to cause pain but that is the only thing one gets when they are near my proximity.

I hope someone saves her from me.........