Anabia's POV My Wife... my wife... my wife...His voice kept repeating over and over in my head. The jerk aka Daniyal Murtaza took a stand for me. He went against his family for me..??He even left his home for me..?I'm sure this is a dream. I knew he hates me with all his guts then why he did this for me. Millions of thoughts were running in my mind and deep inside my heart was jolting. I silently packed some stuff that I had brought from India. I dragged my suitcase downstairs. "Don't go, Ana.. you 're my favorite sister.. who would cook for me now?" Hadi hugged me

My stomach grumbled... I realized that I didn't eat since morning and it was almost night.  She must be hungry too. She was sleeping peacefully after taking meds. There were red bruises on her soft pink cheeks. Her hair was deshelved. Once again my blood boiled and I cursed Aidan.  I went to the kitchen to cook something for us. I had never even boiled water in my life. Don't blame me... I was born with a silver spoon... there were maids and servants in my house. And things like cooking could never be my hobby.I decided to make pancakes. After going through several YouTube videos... I found an easy recipe. It took me two hours to make this shit.. yess this was shit..my pancakes sorry my burnt pancake looks like shit. I glanced over the kitchen... the whole kitchen was a mess. I didn't know how Anabia managed to do this.I sighed and looked at my pancake. She was not gonna eat this...so was I. I decided to ord

I was sitting in the library when I heard weird noises. Ugh... what's wrong with them... why they can't do this in their homes...I tried to distract myself from maths... "Daniel... don't stop " I heard a girl's voice and I spun... here he was... Daniyal was making out with a brunette. Our eyes met... I pulled my gaze and exited from the library... I just couldn't hold it anymore... seeing him with another girl just made me sick... Jealous...huh...?Yes... I'm jealous... he was my husband... and I can't see him with any other cuz...I love... no crap... I can't love him... he's a player.....

Anabia's POV I didn't visit him in the hospital.. cuz I didn't know if he wanted to see me or not...Who knows that there... I would end on crying leaving millions of questions for them. As I saw him my heartbeats stopped. I saw him after five days. He was looking pale, weak, and disturbed. His presence gave me a weird comfort. I tried to help him but he was frowning at me. He didn't even want to look at you... and you fell in love with him...LOOOOLLLLI walked to the kitchen to cook soup for him. He was in a peaceful slumber when I shook him.He looked annoyed." You must be starving," I said lowering my gaze. Heck... I couldn't look at his face directly. He made me nervous.

I was in the cafeteria with my girls and Sarah. We were gossiping and giggling at some silly topics."Hello girls " I tilted my head, it was Shuzaat with his most charming smile that can drool anyone. He was wearing a black shirt with blue jeans. His hands were tugged in his pocket. I shouldn't say but he was looking damn handsome. Astagfirullah..It was wrong to check any non-mahram guy.Now I got why Kate had such a huge crush on him. But I was so happy for Kate as now she had moved on. She was happy with Chase. I glanced at Kate she was smiling casually...My eyes traveled to Sarah... I could see the tint of pink color on her cheeks. She was blushing...??Allah..no... Shuzaat...and Sarah...?Sarah was not a good Muslim but she was the nicest person. They would make a perfect pair together. Maybe I was Overthinking but they would be a cute couple. I looked at Sh