CHAPTER 6
ZOYA POV.
What the hell has come to asad's mind and why is he acting all caring types with me? The hug that he gave me; why the hell in this earth? I didn't push him away. Why was I weak in that moment? I couldn't find any strength to oppose him when he simply said those magically emotional words. "come home zoya." Ugh! I need to check with some psychologist I think I have lost it.
When we reached home, I straight marched in bathroom in my room. I need to get a shower to get rid of these crazy thoughts!
"something happened today. Something just happened!" I sigh under the cold water of shower , as I try to clear my mind and reason his strange reaction for me. Did he really hug me? I doubted my own memory in a whisper.
After finishing the cold shower, I headed towards his room. Please if I keep on justifying his reason I would sure be seen in agra mental asylum the next time. so I decided to ask him directly without hindering in wood with the topic.
As I pass his study, I hear a sharp tap on plastic. I stopped on my track and checked for him in his study. Oh! There he is, on his studying table, typing on his laptop vigorously. Such a workaholic husband! I roll my eyes at him. may be I should go back to my room and wait till he comes out. He definitely don't appreciate my presence in this room. So sighing softly I take a U-turn and march towards my room.
"zoya." I hear his voice from behind. oh! No! did he just noticed my presence. I wondered.
I think I should get ready for a good class on ethics rules and protocols by famous boring nerd Mr. asad khan.
But to my surprise he looked up and raised an eye brow at me. " good morning." he sips on his coffee , letting one hair fall over his eye.
"good morning." I try to sound as normal as he is. If he can play this game. Two can play better.
"is there something you wanted to talk about?" he asks taking painfully slow steps still the cup in his hand. What the hell!!! He has my meow cup! Why do he always does this to me? He knows how much I love my baby. I cry internally.
"nope." I pops the p' and then turns my back at him, ready to leave the corridor.
He clears his throat just before he speaks. I have noticed it he does this a lot when he is nervous and what ever he is thinking in surely interests me. "so, how about today we go get some dinner out, may be a good 5 star restaurant? Would it work or you have any other plans?" he asked me.
What he is not ordering me or declaring his decision. He is not dumping on me what he wants but like in real asking me, my choice? I should really run and check for the moon where it has rise up from? I feel so surprise that it leaves me dumbfounded for seconds and asad had to bear the trouble to repeat himself all over again. this time his finger rubs his arch on face. Not comfortable!
I should say a no and then dump his idea like a vamp. But this is what looks like a good opportunity to speak to him about his earlier action. We would be in crown and there would be lesser chances of quarrelling or running off topic in public. So I waits for few minutes before I turns to him. "sure why not. Why will I have other plans? As it is I don't like cooking." I say the rest of words like a mumble yet I could see his lips twitching upward in a small smile. he should try a liitle harder man. May be he will succeed in showing me his teeth for once. I giggle on my own cribbing and he jolt himself in confusion.
"alright then. Get ready we will go for dinner now." He says me and I nods leaving his room to get ready for the evening.
The horn is buzzing on and on and on. Oh dear god why you wrote such restless husband in my fate? I complains looking at the sky. I pick up my bag , touch up my favourite lip color and walks down to the car.
"what so rush?" I say grumpily as I tries to settle myself as comfort as I can.
"why you ladies take so time in getting ready. There is something called simplicity and man's only admires that." I found him saying as he puts the car engine. What the hell? Does he now wants to say that all what I took the pain is waste here? He is crazy! And unbelievable, I curse him few horrible adjectives.
As soon as the ride starts he sticks to his phone. He is always on phone whether he is at home or office. Why didn't he marry that shit. I would have been at so much of peace. I cry for lord sake.
As the ride begins I finally lays my eyes on my idiotic husband with a hope that looks could kill. But what I saw made my jaw hit the floor. There was no coat, no blacky ghost on him no tie for suicide and definitely no collar to hold if he crosses his limits. He was wearing casual today. A nice fine white color V shape t shirt and blue jeans with brown boots and a good jacket to go with it.
It would be bad if I say this, but he looks almost sexy when he is in suits but now he is as hot as fire for me. i cannot tear my eyes off the little corner that V line is hiding from my vision.
I had started a longer may be and obviously it brought his attention on me. he finally looks at me, like checking me out up and down. " wow. This dress really suits you." he smirks and I sarcastically smile at him. don't want his compliment! Du-uh!
"umh...asad. I could wash my face if you... umh..if you don't like it." I said softly after waiting for several minutes in his car. My head had fall down and I bit my lips before he could answer me. I had no need to ask me but still it affects me. for god sake why?
Asad take his eyes off the road and stares to my sides with a soft feature. He sighs a louder before he gets his finger and pulls my face to face him.
"and why would you wash it? you look good in everything." He says with a genuine smile which almost melts my heart.
"I thought you didn't like it so... forget it." I says facing on other side. his hands slips from my chin and he rest it on his lap.
"zoya. It means you care?" he said with a hope. Hope??? What are you talking zoya? Monsters don't feel and there is only one word to define his wants, his will no hopes.
The rest of the drive was in complete silence. I know he wont let me hear music I didn't bother to even switch it on. I was dreaded about dying in this bore but we got there soon enough against my expectation.
He parks the car and runs to other side to opens the door for me. gentleman quality? From when did he started to act all nice with me. where my akdu ahmed khan gone? I wondered widening my eyes at the very thought.
He offers his hand as we walk to the entrance of Taj, Hotel.
I stare dully here and there as he walks with me to one of the cornered table which has low light and a huge window to enjoy scenery as we enjoy the meal.
He pulls the chair for me and with a hanged brow I sits quietly on it. this is too much to take. My stomach is already full of all this nice act. If he stretches the play more I am likely to empty my emotions right here on this table. I clutches my hands tight on my duppata so as to calm myself.
It only took a while before a young waiter come up to us.
"what would you like sir and madam?" he says in a beautiful accent and his smile already makes me give him another look. Aww so cute!
I check for his name on his shirt , the metallic plate he had on his pocket reads his name efficiently.
"Ishaque" I take his name softly but to my surprise he hears it and beams a smile at my direction.
Ishaque is really a hot guy, don't take me wrong but he has a looks to die for. And those beautiful dimple that rises when he smiles . aww. How I wish I could pull his cheeks. He has a baby smile and cute face.not to forget his different rajasthani accent. It surely make me smile at him.
Just when I am almost writing an essay on his looks I hear someone clearing his throat. Ouch! Its my husband I realized.
"I will take a soup and chicken starters for now." He says shutting the menu and throwing it away. Its rude in a way but still the poor guy manages to give me a smile before he leaves.
We soon finishes with our dinner but hardly talk. All my dear husband do the whole time was groan when Ishq made its appearance with food. Like whats wrong with him? he is such a jerk I tell you.
We had our dinner and time was for to pay bill. Ishq again appears on the table and I hear a similar groan from my hubby. Cant I even smile at some one as cute as ishq? Comeone hubby ! I rolls my eyes at him. ishq had a bright smile when he took the card and menu with him . he paid the bill and turned back to us for returning the card. "I hope you all enjoyed your dinner." He said with a smile which I surely as a girl could not refuse it.
"oh yes I loved it here. Thank you." I return a genuine smile but heard a low growl from my hubby. I sware I want to knock his teeth of his gums for behaving like a nerd. I am just talking to this man please. Its not like I will date him. I know I am married.for god sake! But asad is asad, as soon as we gets up he guides his hand on my waist. I tried hard to not choke on his action.
He tips the guy and we gets out of the hotel with a fake plastic smile. soon I find myself in his car. What a great evening? Please read the sarcasm) he didn't let me talk about his earlier action and he confused me more with his behaviour now. Asad's eyes brows are furrowed again and I feel an urge to straighten it right now. Why is he acting so different ? what the matter?
The whole drive to our car is silent and once we reached home. I enter the entrance and walks to my room. I have just reached it when I feel asad too entering the door with it. moreover he slams the door as he enters.
"what is wrong with you?" I am so angry at his mood swings now. One minute he is so gentle man other minute he is as good as apes from jungle. Horrible!
The loud noise of door shut causes me a head ache which I try to suppress it massaging my head with two finger.
"Nothing." He spits out and marched to my bed.
Oh! Please don't tell me! he is sleeping with me now? It doesn't make any difference that I had dinner with him. he still is not allowed to share my bed. That's it!
Is there any point to talk to him. exactly no! so I do what most people does in this situation. Leave him on his own and walks to the door and tries to get out of it.
" don't you dare open the door. You are sleeping with me." I stare at his face , shock on his demand. What there is no way I am doing that.
I ignores his word and takes a step to the door when suddenly the floor slips from my feet and I find myself hanging in his arms. He is picking me up in bridal style. I try to object but all fall weak in front of his strong determination. He places me down on bed and brings the cover up to my waist. My eyes flutters opens and close involuntary. I see him in blur as he turns to the other side and gets inside the cover. I could feel him shifting close to me but I make a move far from his. He stops and that how sleep engulfed me even in this awkward position.
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