Isha's POV,

Sofia baaji look at me and then Arshad. I gulped fearing what was she thinking?

"What happen to your hand?" She asked.

"Uh...i.."

"She cut herself when she was collecting the broken glasses" Arshad replied. Sofia baaji look at him and then her eyes fall on the floor.

"Who did this!?" She asked in anger and glared at me. I fist my kurta in fear. "You did this, didn't you? How could you be so clumsy Isha! You broke our wedding frame!" She shouted not so loud but enough to send me to shiver.

"I....i.." My lips quivering and tear welled up in my eyes.

"Don't shout at her sofia. It was my mistake. She didn't do anything" Arshad interrupted. Sofia baaji look at him.

"You can't break this. You don't do mistakes. Your not clumsy" sofia baaji said frowning at Arshad.

"I'm not clumsy but I'm human and I can make mistakes too" he sated glancing at me before looking back sofia baaji.

"Fine, now please change that frame soon. You know I love this picture" she said with a sad look staring the picture on the floor. I felt sorry.

"You are done?" She asked after sometimes. I look at her confused.

"Yes, she is done" Arshad replied instead of me.

"Okay, Isha you can take those dresses. There are many desi and expensive dresses you will like" she said.

"Okay" I nodded smiling a little. And went to gather all the bags I place on the couch. I turn around and my eyes went to Arshad who was staring at me with a hard look. Averting my gaze I walk out of the room after mumbling softly "thank you" to sofia baaji.

I entered my room and place the bags on the bed.

"Why you accept her clothes?" I was startled hearing his voice. Turning around I saw Arshad.

"Wha..what?" I asked. Not understanding what he was saying.

"Why you accepted Sofia's old clothes?" He asked again with a displeased look.

He doesn't like me taking his wife's clothes. My heart sank.

"If...if you don't like me taking your wife's clothes then I will give it back to her, sor...sorry" I said stammering feeling hurt that he didn't even think I deserve his wife's clothes. Am I that worthless?

My eyes burn and I look down to hide the pain.

"Isha" he called and when I didn't look up, he steps closer to me. "What happens now? I didn't say anything which can hurt you" he muttered confusion in his voice. "Oh," suddenly I heard him sighing loudly. "Isha, I didn't mean it in that way which your thinking" I still glued my eyes on the floor. "Isha looks at me" I didn't. "Isha" his firm voice made me look up. my lips were bowing in sadness.

"I mean, you don't have to wear her old clothes. Have you forgotten what I've told you a few minutes ago in my room? You are not a maid. You don't deserve this." He said softly making my sad bowing lips lifted in a beautiful smile as I realised what he was trying to say. He didn't say clearly but I know what he meant

I don't deserve this. I'm his second wife and I don't deserve to wear his first wife's old clothes. I deserve much more than this considering the bond we shared. My heartbeat increase and cheeks heated up but I control on my crazy heartbeat and replied softly.

"Trust me, I don't feel bad with the thought wearing sofia baaji's old clothes. Her cloth is beautiful and it didn't even look old. I can wear this while going college" I replied excitedly with a genuine smile. I honestly didn't felt anything shame in this. She didn't rub her old clothes on my face to embarrass me. She softly politely told me. If we share one husband then what's the problem in wearing her old clothes which surely bought by my husband's earning.

"We can shop for you?" He suggested. I shook my head smiling.

"I certainly don't need it. Please" I declined his offer politely.

"Fine" he shrugged before walking out of the room. Looking mad.

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Arshad's POV,

"Thank you so much bhai" Asam beam hugging the life out of me.

"I can't breathe Asam"

He pulled back and smile sheepishly.

"And you don't need to thank me, this is our baba's business. And I'm so proud of you that you manage everything alone..." He shook his head cutting me off.

"No, I was never alone. You may be in Dubai but you never abandon our father's business, you always put your share of help in the business and now you're taking my responsibility as well"

"Yeah... Cause you're going to marry and I want you to enjoy your time. Go take her to shopping dates and spend some time" I wink at him. He rubs his neck smiling.

"I will" he smirk before going out of the house.

Asam told me that office need our attention and he was going out with sabiya so, I told him to enjoy his life before the wedding and I will take care of the business. My Dubai business will be handled by my partner so I was not worried about that.

As I went to the kitchen to eat something I heard voices and stopped on the doorway.

"Its okay kubra bi, I will manage. Waise bhi kuch hi Waqt ki to baat hai (anyway, it the case of matter of time)" I stopped hearing isha talking with kubra bi.

"Par beta, mujhe nahi lagta tum manage kar paogi. Tumhe adat nahi hai. (But dear, I don't think you could manage. You're not used to it) I should talk to badi bi (madam), she will do something" kubra bi said in concern tone. Isha smiles and cupped her face.

"Kubra bi, don't bother Amma jaan, I don't want to worry anyone. your thinking too much. I will manage" she reassured her with a smile on her face. Kubra bi shrugged nodding in defeated.

"You know Jawad was saying to take you with us as he would be bored without you"

"Oh please kubra bi, he can't let me breathe in my free time. It will be a great blessing for my upcoming exam if you spared me with his horrible thoughts" isha laughed stirring something on the stove.

A small smile came to my lips seeing her beautiful smile. This was the first time I was seeing her laughing and carefree nature. Even though I saw her the day I arrived with kubra bi's son, Jawad but I couldn't see her twinkle eyes that day, which I could see from the doorway.

"You know...." As isha turn her head while still chatting with kubra bi her eyes landed on me and that beautiful smile suddenly disappeared. As if it never came. And for some unknown reason, I felt bad.

"Arshad beta, apko kuch chahiye? (do you want anything child?" Kubra asked as she looks at the direction isha was looking. I turn toward her and nodded.

"I'm hungry," I said with a small pout. Yes, sometimes I become a small kid when it came to my hunger.

"Okay, I will serve you korma isha made," kubra bi said smiling and was about to fill a plate when...

"Kubra bi no! it has peanuts and he is allergic with it" Isha held her hand abruptly. I was shocked to know she knew about me this much.

"Oh, Allah! I'm sorry beta. It just slips out of my mind" kubra bi turn to me with an apologetic look.

"It's okay kubra bi, kuch hua to nahi na (nothing happen right?)" I smile softly at kubra bi and turn to isha whose eyes were on the stove.

"Mai kuch aur bana deti hun (i will cook something else)" isha said with a small voice still not looking at me.

"Hmm" with that I turn around and walk out of the kitchen.

I was amazed that isha new about me this much I didn't know how? But for some reason, it was making my heart to feel some kind of other emotions. Something new.

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Isha's POV,

"Ap le jaien (you take this)" I requested to kubra bi.

"Beta you take this, I have to go to badi bi, she calls me," she said and went out of the kitchen. I was feeling nervous to go to his room again and was feeling shy somehow, remembering the event happened there a few days ago.

I stood outside his room gathering some courage when the door open and sofia baaji walkout.

"What is it?" She asked looking at the tray in my hands.

"Wo...khana, unke liye (food. For him)" I said motioning inside the room.

"Okay," she nodded and walk away from there.

He is alone!

With beating heart I knock on the door. And entered after hearing 'aajao (come in)'

I found him sitting on the couch eating chips while using mobile with a frown on his face, looking like a grumpy child. A small smile crept on my lips. He surely couldn't bear hunger.

He sniffs before looking up. I was smiling but as his eyes met mine, I suppressed my smile.

"I made noodles" walking toward the table I put that tray and turn to go.

"Isha I need to talk to you" his voice stopped me. Turning around I saw him staring at me. "Sit" motioning to the other couch he commanded.

I look at the door, afraid if sofia baaji comes then.

"She won't come isha, now sit" biting my lips I sat. He took the bowl and began eating. My brows frows. Was he make me sit here to look at him while he was eating. "Wait for 2 minutes I will finish this before we talk" he kept eating while I was staring at him.

"Ap...aap itna fast kyu khaa rahe ho? Ye noodles kahi bage nahi jaare (why are you eating this fast, this noodles won't run anywhere)" a soft giggle escape my lips which I try to hide by putting my hands over my mouth.

"Uh... I'm hungry" he looked embarrassed.

"Dikhra hai (can see)" I mumbled biting my lips to hold back my laugh.

"Accha, to tum mazak udana bhi jaanti ho (so, you know how to make others fun)" he asked with raising eyebrows.

"N...nahi" I shook my head. My all humour died. I didn't want to make him angry. "I....I'm sorry" looking down I mumbled. My head shot up when I heard his melody like a laugh.

"Look at your face isha, you look scared kitten" he swabbed my nose while continued chuckled. I froze. This was not something I was expecting. He was behaving so carefree with me like we were old friends.

Suddenly his laugh stopped. I look at him and he was staring at me.

"Uh...you want to talk to me?" I reminded him after clearing my throat.

"Yeah... Uh... I heard you and kubra bi was talking something. So want to know what exactly she was worrying for you?" He asked.

"Wo... Kubra bi bablu chacha and Jawad are going their village tomorrow and kubra bi Is worrying that who will drop me and fetch me from college. But I've assured her that I will manage"

"And how will you manage? You never travel alone, were you?" He asked.

"It's only about my collage which is not that far. And yes I went college alone one time" I said but displeased look flash on my face as I remember my first experience.

"How was your experience?" He asked. I look at him and found him staring at me with a scrutinized look. He might recognise my displeased look.

"Uh..it...it was good," I said. I didn't want to complain to him about anything. "I have some work I should go" with that I stood up.

"I'll drop you to your college and will also pick you up" I stopped on my track as I heard him.

"No, it's okay... I will manage you don't have to bother" I said politely.

"Isha, I'm joining the company from tomorrow. Every morning I will also leave early, so why not drop you? So, it decided I will drop you and will fetch you from college"

"But...." I was about to deny.

"It's my responsibility Isha," he said in a firm tone. I look down and then nodded. Turning around I made my way to the door

"Accha suno (hey listen)" he calls. I stopped and look back at him. "Tum khana bahot accha banati ho. (Your cooking amazing) It's delicious. I would love to eat more of your amazing dishes " he said grinning. A blush creeps my cheeks.

"And I would love to cook for you" with that I ran out of his room with a racing heartbeat. He first time compliment me and that smile.

Haaye!!

I was discovering my heart losing and my feeling was growing, something new was happening between us and I could feel it but I didn't care. this feeling was paak (pure) and Halal (legitimate) cause he was my husband and I was his secret wife.

Still, with that smile and blush on my cheeks, I step inside the kitchen.

"Ahan! What happened that you are smiling like this?" I stopped on my track as I heard Amar's voice. My smile disappeared in just a mere second. "I would be lying if I say you're not looking pretty with this beautiful smile," he said smirking making me feels dread. His presence always makes me uncomfortable but since Arshad came back I was feeling even more disgusted. He was my husband's brother and him thinking of me like that would be a sin.

"Do you want anything?" I asked with a straight face and walk toward the stove.

"Ah... I want many things and one of that it's you" my headshot toward him. Disgust fills me.

"Apni zuban sambhal ke baat karo Amar. Mai un ladkiyon me se nahi hun jinhe tumhari ye wahiyat baate acchi lage. Ghin aati mujhe tumhari aisi baaton se aur soch se (Mind your tongue, Amar. I'm not like the girl who will flatter with your awful talks. I feel disgusting when you talks like this and with your thoughts)" the first time I give him an answer with anger and confidence.

"Woah! Tumhare pas zuban bhi hai! (You have a tongue) I'm impressed Isha. Waise I know you're not like other girls that is what makes you interesting" he steps forward making me took back steps. "But that doesn't mean you got the right to disrespect me. Don't forget you are just a maid and I'm your one of the boss. And now you disrespect me. You got the guts to talk back. now you will face the consequences" he smirks and walks out of the kitchen.

I stood there frightened. I didn't know what he will do but I know he will again humiliate me.

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