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||Mishal POV||
I walked down the stairs to the living hall and saw Zayaan was sitting on the couch with his laptop on his lap and he was typing on it.
When he heard me coming down, he looked at me but I didn't look in his way. I felt his hot and burn gaze on my every move as I walked to the kitchen.
I was confused cause he always left earlier before I woke up but today he was at home. I entered in the kitchen and looked for Kamal but he wasn't anywhere near the kitchen.
I pulled my lips in a pout because I wanted to talk with someone and Kamal was the only person other than Rauza who I talked with.
I opened the freezer and pulled out meat of it. I went to counter and started making lunch. I was standing near the stove when a wave of dizziness hit me. I quickly balanced myself before I fell.
I wiped the sweat that formed on my forehead and went back to continue cooking. I was busy in cooking when, suddenly, out of nowhere I was pulled into a hard surface and my back hit with it.
I gasped loudly when my dupatta was pulled from my neck and it got thrown on the floor. I looked at the floor with wide eyes and opened mouth.
My dupatta was on fire. Water was thrown on the fire and the cloth turned black and into ashes.
I was still in the state of shock when i was shaken. I blinked severely times then looked up at my saviour who was glaring down at me in anger.
"Do you really want to get die?" He yelled at me.
"What if something happened to you? And what if I wasn't here to save you? Next time never try to take a single step in the kitchen! You are not allowed to come here. Ever again!" He said to me, coldly and strictly.
His chest heaved up and down and he was breathing heavily. For a second, I felt warm to know he cared for me but when I looked in his eyes, they were glaring at me with coldness.
I stepped back from the closeness and looked away from him.
"I am sorry!" I whispered feeling guilty, maybe for worrying him or for the incident.
"What are you sorry for? There is no mistake of yours!" He said and pulled me out of the kitchen.
"Go. Take a shower and get ready!" He said pushing me towards the staircase.
I nodded my head and went to his room. I took a shower and changed my clothes. I didn't know why but I did a little makeup and smiled a little looking in the mirror.
I went down and saw him standing in the living hall like he was waiting. When I reached down, he looked at me from bottom to top and something flashed in his eyes but it quickly vanished with the same speed.
I slowly walked near and stood in front of him as he still stared at me.
"You look... Beautiful!" He whispered.
"Thank you!"
I blushed a little and looked away. He cleared his throat and grabbed my hand. He pulled me with him and I quietly followed him out of the house.
His men were standing outside in the lawn. When they saw us, they quickly sat in the SUV and driver opened the car door for us. I climbed inside and Zayaan also climbed inside.
Driver started the car and pulled out of the house. The other cars were behind us. I rolled the window down and let the cool breeze to hit my face. A smile stretched on my lips after feeling the fresh air.
I closed my eyes with the smile and put my head against the window. I opened my eyes when I felt the car stopped moving. I sat up straightly and saw the driver was about to open my door but stopped when Zayaan came to open it.
Zayaan opened the door and pulled me out of it. I looked ahead us and saw a restaurant. Zayaan put his hand on my back and we both went inside the restaurant. The staff almost froze but quickly rushed to continue work again.
The manger came and greeted us and took us to the private side of the restaurant. He left us with the menu. Zayaan and I sat across each other. He looked through menu while I stared down at it nervously.
"Aren't you hungry?" Zayaan asked me which made me look up at him.
"I am! But I don't know what to do and what to order," I mumbled looking down.
"What do you mean?" He asked me.
"I had never been in restaurant before," I whispered, quietly.
Two minutes later, a waiter came for our order. Zayaan gave him order,
"Camel karahi and lasagna for both of us! But first bring orange juice for her!"
The waiter noted down the order and went away. Five minutes later, the waiter came back with my juice. Zayaan made me drink it when I was about to reject it.
"After this, we are going to hospital. And remember never go out with my mother!" He told me, sternly.
I nodded my head and finished the juice. Just as I put the glass back on the table, our order arrived. We both started eating it. It was the second time he talked to me after a long time. Usually, I tired to ignore him.
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We were now on our way to the hospital and I was nervous and scared of the doctor visit. I was playing with my fingers in nervousness when Zayaan held my hand.
He put the divider and turned to me. He made me look at him by gently grabbing my chin.
"Why are you nervous?" He asked me, a little softly but his voice still had coldness.
"I am scared. What if the tr--," My voice shivered and my lips quivered.
"You don't have to feel scared. No one will know!" He said, a little more softly this time with no coldness in his voice.
He brought my face near and pressed his lips on my forehead. I closed my eyes and sighed silently in contact. We both pulled away and sat straight when the car stopped.
I was now feeling happy and relaxed to know he would be there with me but his mood swings were confusing and annoying me.
Shouldn't a pregnant woman had mood swings? Maybe in our case a pregnant woman's husband had mood swings.
"Come on!" He said, standing outside and opened the door for me.
I climbed out of the car and we both walked inside the hospital. He took me in a cabin of a doctor and entered inside. A lady in white coat was sitting behind a desk. She looked up when she heard the door opened.
"I am waiting for you both!" She said with a smile and stood up.
"I am Dr. Izzah!" She said looking at me and extended her hand.
I shook her hand and she told me to follow her. I looked at Zayaan when he didn't move.
"I will wait for you here!" He said.
I nodded my head and followed her. She made me laid on the hospital bed and did my ultrasound.
"Look here's the baby!" She said pointing at the screen.
I turned and looked at the small screen. I didn't know what I was at the moment. All the emotions were running in me which made me overwhelmed.
Dr. Izzah put her hand on mine and held it. I looked at her and felt my eyes watered.
"You have to take care of yourself and your health!" She said and wiped the gel from my stomach.
She helped me sat up and took photos of ultrasound of the baby. I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings. I just followed her silently as the bucket full of emotions were running in me.
I entered in her cabin and sat beside Zayaan as she sat in her seat. I sat silently and felt his burning gaze on me but I didn't look at him.
I heard when women hear the news about them being pregnant, they all get happy and excited but I wasn't happy nor excited. All I was feeling was scared, feared, nervous, hated, angered, but most importantly numb.
"Everything is fine except her health. She needs to take care of her health which may effect the baby's health in future," She informed him while I listened them silently.
She also talked about something multivitamins and wrote down on a paper and handed it to him. He stood up and pulled me up with him.
He didn't speak anything on the whole journey to his house after the visit to the doctor. I stared out of the window blankly and looked back at my life which took a sudden out of nowhere, a month and half ago.
I thought I would start a new life but didn't know that time more problems and difficults were knocking at my doorstep. The biggest mistake of my life was to open the door that day and welcomed all the grief with opened arms.
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Assalam-o-Alaikum! Hi!
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This is the last update of this book before my exams, which are in May. In Shaa Allah! Next update will be after Ramadan means May. Hopefully, you all will understand.ð
Also, this book is connected with other two books, which will also published after my exams.
âMarried Without Love - Mishal & Zayaan
âYou have My Heart - Innaya & Asher
âSold To Be His - Izzah & Daniel
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