Chapter 7

• Not edited.
• I am beyond angry at what she did. No one is allowed to make fun of me, especially not my wife and she has some explanation to give.
• "Why the hell did you lie to me?" In a rage, I stormed into my room without even knocking.
• But my anger vanished that instant when the image of her came in my view. She looked so different wearing white trousers and a baby blue shirt.
• "Knock before entering someone's room." She said in irritation.
• "It is my house." I mocked.
• "Want me out of here?" She mocked back.
• What does she think of herself???
• "You are not going anywhere." I narrowed my eyes at her.
• "Listen, Mr Ehtesham Ghori. I am not some typical Eighteenth-century girl who will accept everything quietly whatever you throw at me. I agree at your terms because I won't have my reasons otherwise I would never agree to this."
• "So, you want money?" I scoffed.
• Shit! I shouldn't have said that...
• "I didn't come from a poor family if you remember." Her voice was cold as ice.
• "Than what are your reasons?"
• Just tell me already ...
• "It's for you to find out." She said before stalking into the bathroom.
• Means...
• Get lost from here...
• My fists clenched tight and I leave the room in anger as I came in.
• ~*~
• Fiza's POV:
• "Finally all set!" I looked at my room all neat and settle. Finally, I was able to set my room in two weeks. There are still many things I haven't touched and some are missing from my stuff. Especially the wooden jewellery box which Chachu gave me on my birthday. According to my Mummy, no one in the family know where my missing things are as everything packed in my presence. But she never accepted that Maliha could steal it later. Maliha always does that, she has taken everything from me that I held dear.
• I sighed lying down on the bed and close my eyes. It's been one month since I got married and this doesn't bring any difference in my life. I am not happy as every girl dreams to be after getting married. The only positive thing now is that I don't have to deal with my sister and I am being loved by two little angels and I am happy that their love for me is pure as Baba Jani's.
• Ami... Miss you...
• My trail of thoughts was disturbed by Taha's small hand on my face.
• "Ami!" He never calls me Bari Ami like Sadaf.
• "Ji?(yes)" I opened my eyes.
• "Bajji (kids normally refer to Bazar 'Market' as Bajji)"
• "Okay!" I quickly got up even though I don't feel like moving an inch.
• My Dadi (Father's Mother) often said that raising kids was the toughest thing that she ever did. According to her, it is the biggest responsibility. You have to completely erase your personality and make a new one for your kids because they cannot adjust to your mood. Our one little mistake and it can ruin the whole life of the kid.
• That's why I was trying my best to be a good guardian to these kids. I don't know if I ever have my own kids or not, so just for a little time till they grow up. I wanted to know how it feels like to have responsibilities of a mother and raising kids.
• I loosely tie my dupatta on the head and walk over to the car. Sadaf was already seated by the driver in the back seat of the car. I also slid in beside her with Taha and headed towards to their favorite ice-cream parlor. I promised them if they help me in my room setting I will treat them.
• Well, they did nothing but to create more work for me and fight but still, they tried their best.
• On our way back to home I have to buy some fabric colours and simple clothes to make curtains and bed sheet of kid's room. Basically, it will help Taha in recognizing colours, because both of them will be helping in it too and I hope that dear husband of mine also helps out a little too. Which don't seems possible to me as I pissed him off yesterday for good.
• I sighed and turn my attention to Taha who looking at cars passing by and talking to himself.
• ~*~
• Ehtesham's POV:
• "This colour is BLUE..." I heard Fiza's loud voice from the backyard and I groan.
• It's Sunday for God sake! 
• Why can't she let me sleep in peace???
• "Sadaf, Taha which colour is this?" I heard her voice again and put the other pillow above my head to block the voice.
• "Blue..." Both Sadaf and Taha shout unison.
• Argh!
• I got up and throw my pillow on the ground. It would have been much better if I went to the office today... or go out with Sania.
• I got up, take out a random suit from the wardrobe and change into it after quickly taking a shower. I don't want to ruin my Sunday staying with that woman.
• I was passing the kitchen when I heard a maid's voice.
• "Bhai breakfast?"
• "I am not hungry and I'll be late so don't make dinner for me either." I snapped at her and walk outside. But before I could get into my car I heard that ominous voice.
• "Where are you going?" I turned around to face her. She was wearing an apron and different colours were all over her face and apron.
• "Why the hell you care?" I barked.
• She looks taken aback and bit her lip.
• "I need your little help here." She pointed towards the backyard where kids and her doing something.
• "Well count me out." I said sliding inside the car and without waiting for her response I drove off.
• ~*~
• Fiza's POV:
• "Idiot, selfish, self-centered, annoying jerk. He has to spoil all the excitement of kids." I kept talking to myself while giving the final touches to kids hand and footprints on a cloth.
• It was almost eleven at night and dear husband of mine didn't come home yet, nor bother himself to tell me where he is. 
• All the maids are already left. Well, I give them off early on Sundays so they can spend some time with their families too. Both kids are already sleeping, so it's only me. Oh, and I can count the gatekeeper too.
• I put the paintbrush on a side to massage my temples. Even though the lighting here is not bad for working but I am feeling this headache for quite a while.
• Maybe because I am thinking too much....?
• I shrugged and get back to work. Don't know how many time pass like this and I kept myself busy in work until I hear someone throat clearing. My head snapped up and find Ehtesham standing with his both hands in pockets and a tired expression on his face.
• "Oh *Sardar-e-Man Salamat! Assalam o Allaikum." I grinned.
• "What?"
• He didn't get it...
• "What?" I asked back.
• "What did you just said?" He frowned.
• "Assalam o Alaikum???" 
• "No, before that."
• "Oo! You mean Sardar-e-Man Salamat?"
• "Yes, that."
• "I was just blessing you."
• "It sounded more like a curse rather than a blessing." He scoffed.
• "Everyone is not free as you Mr Ehtesham Ghori. They have better things to do than cursing someone." I focus back on my work again.
• "I don't curse anyone." He sounds annoyed.
• "Hm!"
• Moments pass in silence, I keep doing my work and he stands there probably staring at me as I could feel strange chills in my body. But both of us kept quiet until he broke the silence.
• "It's getting late. How much work left?"
• "None of your business."
• "Are you forbid to answer me without all the sarcasm and taunts?"
• I want to say so many things but I kept my mouth shut. I have to finish it before it dries completely. He stands there a few more minutes before walking inside.
• I raise my head and watch him leave.
• So much for a husband!
• I laughed humorously on myself and change the song. Maybe it helps to divert my mind. 
• After working one more hour, I am finally able to complete all the finishing stuff. The only thing left was to make borders or curtains. Which suppose to be made by footprints of me and Ehtesham so I could give a look of a complete family.
• That's why I needed his help, but he refuses. So I stole his new shoes in his absence.
• I am not going to ruin my idea because of his ego.
• I dipped the sponge in paint and about to rub it against shoe surface when I heard.
• "Wait, you ugly woman."
• What the hell???
• I got up and find my husband coming to my way wearing his nightclothes.
• "What were you doing with my new shoes?"
• "Working! Since you denied to co-operate with me and kids."
• "Is this stupid things so important to you, that you stole my stuff."
• "Not stuff, just shoes. And yes it is important because it's for kids."
• "Hm!... listen to my robber wife. I want my shoes back."
• "I'll return, once I finished my work."
• "It will be destroyed until then."
• "Sorry! Can't help it." I shrugged.
• "If I help you out will you return them?"
• Eh???
• "Sure!"
• "Fine, tell me what I have to do?"
• I should've stolen his shoes before...
• "Well, you have to dip your feet into the paint and walk on these strips." I pointed towards the borderlines.
• "It's gross." He scrunched his nose and I couldn't stop myself from smiling.
• "I know, but kids like hand made things."
• "But I can't see your footprints on it."
• "I'll print them later."
• "Than I am not doing it."
• "Huh?... why?"
• "I don't believe you. Who knows what you are planning to make me do this stupid thing."
• "Huh?... didn't I just tell you the whole thing?" I almost shouted. 
• "Still don't believe you."
• This man is so unbelievable ...
• "So what do you want from me? Paint with you?"
• "Hm...! Nice idea. Let's do this.... first, you walk and I follow you." I facepalm myself.
• "Fine, whatever."
• "Great then, start."
• I took off my sleepers and put my feet in paint and carefully step on cloth. I turned my face to tell him to follow but he was already dipped his feet in the paint. His facial expression is quite hilarious at the moment. But I can't laugh or he will get angry.
• Slowly I took another step and he followed me.
• "Be careful and stay in line." I instructed.
• "You know, it's boring... I have a better idea."
• "And that is?" I arch an eyebrow, turning my face back to him.
• He smirks and next moment my back landed on his chest.
• "Ary!" I screamed.
• "Sshh! Have faith in me and relax your self." He says as he circles his arm around my waist and lifts me a little.
• Easier said to be done...
• He is too close...
• "Make sure to keep your dirty hands away from me." He threatened and starts to lead me. 
• "Excuse me?"
• "I meant by the paint on your self-hand." I only huff in response.
• Gradually as we take one step another, this walk turns into dancing and he easily adjusts our pace with the rhythm of the song.
• "Do you know dancing?" I ask.
• "A bit." His breath touches my bare skin of neck when he answers. Making me aware of the position we were in.
• His face is resting on my shoulder and his arms flush me into his body. He snuggles his face more into my neck.
• This is not good!
• "Ehtesham?" I manage to call him.
• "Hm?"
• "Taha is crying." I say, pushing him back with full force and run inside without looking back. 
• I don't know what's got into him and I don't want to know. The only thing I know that I should keep distance to him.
• This relation can give me nothing but pain.....
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• *Sardar-e-Man Salamat: A very old word of Urdu language for calling husband. Which means 'King of my heart may you live long'.