Zoya"Zoya, what's this cut about?" Ammi exclaimed when I came out of the room. Her eyes directly went on my bandage. Everyone seemed to be concerned as ammi rushed to me, holding my wrist. "You cut your hand? The bandage was not there before", she added.I pressed my lips in nervousness. I was so much lost in the conversation with Abrar that I didn't even make up a story for this cut. Of course, I wouldn't tell them that I literally attempted suicide. They would kill me with their words.However, I was never going to cut my wrist. I knew he would never let it happen. I was not dumb to kill myself and push him into regret for his entire life."Ammi, that's—" I was mumbling when dadi uttered."Were you guys fighting again?" Dadi blurted out. Her eyes were full of tension."Really? You guys were fighting?", abbu too exclaimed."Ah! No abbu. You guys are too quick to panic", I laughed. "Actually, the window of our roo

Abrar"Hey, who are you? How did you get inside my room?" I yelled almost, finding a girl in my room. How the hell could it happen? An unknown girl standing next to the bed, her back facing me.I was almost about to panic when she turned to me, making my jaw drop. Even more. I was stunned, completely gawking at her in disbelief. It was Zoya."What? Have you gone through a memory loss or what?" She gasped combing her hair. But I still couldn't believe it was her.She was in the night suit. But that was not what I found shocking. I just couldn't believe she was in shorts!"Is that you? Seriously?" I turned my gaze away, realising I shouldn't be looking at her in that way.Okay, maybe I could.Maybe, not.I didn't know."Who would dare to step inside my room? Huh!" She laughed, claiming the room with full rights. She never called it her room. She used to address everything mine. Not hers. It was the first time she did that.

AbrarHer demand didn't surprise me. Even I was intending to attempt the same but I didn't know how to go for it. It was tough for me to stay away from her now when she was so damn close to me, in my arms. She was so smooth and tender that I felt like keeping touching and caressing her delicate skin. My hand was still placed on her bare waist firmly."What happened?" She muttered."I'm not good at it", I said from nowhere. "I have never""Even I have never", I heard her chuckle. "We'll learn it together""That's — that's really weird", I stammered."You never kissed anyone? I mean I thought only I was single throughout my life until I met you", I heard her cracking up."I try to save some things for the permanent one in my life", I uttered from nowhere."Don't tell me you think marriage is needed to make everything permanent", she scoffed."That's not the case. But it should come from your heart. No?"I coul

 AbrarShe squirmed in my tight grip and I felt so irritated and disgusted that I couldn't help shouting at her. I never thought she would do such a thing again after all that."Zoya, don't test my patience", I gritted my teeth so the sound didn't reach outside. I didn't wanna create a scene in front of my grandparents again. They were already relieved that everything had been sorted out between us. It would be a major disturbance for them again."I bought the restaurant", she stammered, keeping her gaze down as I gulped the outrage inside to hear more."Why?" I gasped under my breath even though I knew what the reason could be. She lowered her eyes, her lips trembling and I hated doing it. However, she always forced me to do this by making a mess. "I asked why?" I shrugged in a low tone.She didn't speak and I knew she didn't have a logical reason. She wanted to own everything to keep me under her. She was so fucking insecure all the

AbrarWe reached the office after the lunch hour since we fought this morning. It was so strange. I couldn't believe we had a cosy night and again we fought in the morning. If things kept going like this, I feared my assumptions would come true about our relationship. I wanted it to be fixed but Zoya was enough to mess up things every time. I was so pissed at her that I thought of not talking to her anymore. But then I explained things to myself. Maybe, she did it before realizing whatever she was doing. She promised that she would work on this, work on our relationship. And I would need to trust her one last time.I couldn't deny the fact that our lives had tangled with each other now. She was my wife and no matter how many mistakes she did, I would have to take a risk of trusting her again.That was the thing I told myself.Kaif was somehow right. One of us needs to be sensible right now. I needed to keep my ego aside and consider. For the last time. Ye