•||Ch15: Hitching With Suspicion||•

||Mishal POV||

I opened my mouth and confessed him about my past,

“I was married before you!”

I looked at him in fear when he shifted uncomfortably. I heard him sigh and he turned to face me. There was something in his eyes with a little happiness but, nonetheless, he smiled at me softly.

“I know!” He whispered and moved his other hand and creased my cheek.

I looked at him in shocked and with open mouth and wide eyes. I slowly closed my mouth and nodded my head slowly. I didn't speak for few minutes and tried to digest it that he knew about it.

“How?” I asked him, slowly.

“I--,” He started but cut off when, out of sudden, his phone rang.

He quickly got and picked his phone from the nightstand. A frown formed on his forehead and he pressed his lips in a thin line while staring at the screen of ringing phone.

He quickly got up and walked to the balcony door. As the balcony door slid open, the gush of cold air entered in the room and hit me which made me shiver. He quickly closed the door behind him and answered the call.

I watched him through the glass door of balcony and frowned when I noticed him getting tensed as he spoke to whoever was on the call. I sighed and looked away from his tense self to the clock.

It's almost 10 pm.

I wanted to know how he knew about me and if he knew everything about me then it clicked me who he was and what one of his men meant when I went to his warehouse. If he knew me then he must knew the–

I clenched my hands in fists as I remembered of my past and everything that went through. I didn't know when the eyes started flowing through my eyes but I quickly wiped them.

I shifted my eyes back on the balcony when I heard the door slid open. Zayaan stepped in the room and quickly closed the door behind him. I observed his expressions carefully because there was barely any expression on his face. He vanished in the closet and came out with a jacket in his hand.

“Are you going somewhere?” I asked him, quickly before he walked out of the room.

He quickly turned to face me and gave me his small smile. He strode towards me and bend down to kiss on my forehead.

“I will be back soon and don't wait for me. And when I come back, I want you sleep not awake,” He said the first line in concern and softy and second line sternly and gently.

I nodded my head with a smile and watched him walking out of the room. I sighed sadly because again I had to sleep alone tonight. Our marriage was just based on verbally contract marriage where there was no love but now I doubt it because now I felt myself getting attached to him without knowing and I didn't know about my feelings for him.

I looked beside me where Zayaan was laying before a call made to go somewhere. I turned the lamp off on the nightstand and stared at the empty and cold side beside me. My eyes got heavy and they closed on there own.

• • •

I tensed when I felt someone's hand on my stomach where my baby was inside me. The hand creased my bump a little roughly which made me to open my eyes quickly. The girl, Aabro, who came with Zayaan was sitting beside me with a smile. I quickly sat up and pulled the duvet up to hide my bump from her.

I didn't know why but something inside me was telling to hide my unborn baby from her. Her eyes didn't move from my bump which was still hiding from her. Her eyes moved up to me and I saw something shinning in her eyes.

“I am Aabro,” She said with a big smile.

“Mishal,” I said and tried to smile back but failed.

We both sat in silence which was kind of awkward. I was feeling uncomfortable and uneasy under her stares. I moved my eyes to the wall and looked at the clock. Then I moved my eyes to the window and saw the sun was dawning.

“Where is Zayaan?” I asked practically to no one.

“He is with amma bi,” She answered which made me look at her.

I nodded my head and slowly stood up. I wanted to go far away from her because my 6th sense was yelling alert. I went to the washroom quickly to get ready. When I came out of the washroom, Aabro was not in my room which made me sigh in relief.

“Are you OK?” I heard a concern voice of Zayaan which made my hands shoot up to my chest and scream in fear.

I looked at the closet where he was standing and looking at me with concern etched on his face. I nodded my head and exhaled slowly in relief and relaxed my fast besting heart.

“You woke up early today. You should sleep more,” He said, softly and moved to me.

“I can't sleep...,” I trailed off and wanted to complete the sentence but didn't.

Because you were not beside me like past two weeks and also because of Aabro.

“I want you to take rest after breakfast then in afternoon I will take you hospital for check up,” He said and intertwined our fingers slowly and gently.

“Today, everything is your favorite in breakfast,” He added and leaned down which made me look at him with shyness in my eyes.

His lips were few millimeters away from mine and he was about to place his lips on mine but quickly pulled away when door of our room opened. I quickly jumped back from him with pink cheeks and looked at the door to know who ruined our little but big moment.

“Sorry. I should have knocked on the door,” Aabro said with a sheepishly smile.

“It's OK,” Zayaan grumbled beside me.

I looked back at him who was looking annoy at our intruder with slightly pink cheeks which didn't go unnoticed by me. As he felt my stares on him, he looked down at me and gave me a small soft smile which made my heart to beat fast for him.

“Ahem ahem!”

Again our little moment was ruined by our intruder, Aabro, who cleared her throat which made us looked away from each other sadly.

“Aren't you going to introduce us?” She asked, slyly.

I narrowed my eyes at her in confusion because we both had already introduced ourselves. But maybe what if she wanted a proper introduction. Zayaan moved to stood beside me a little more close and held my hand more tightly but gently.

“Aabro, this is Mishal. My wife,” He told to her.

He said my name and my wife softly with maybe love which I felt in his voice and it made my heart to flatter.

“Mishal, this is Aabro. My cousin,” He told me.

“I can't wait to steal her from you,” She said to her and I didn't know why but I felt double meaning in it.

“But right now she must be hungry,” He said, sternly and pulled me out of the room without waiting for Aabro.

I followed him quietly and let him took me where he was going. I felt her behind us and also felt her burning stares on our intertwined hands. Once we reached dinning hall, Zayaan pulled a chair out for me and push it once I sat.

The table was set with everything which I loved in breakfast. From qeema naan (ground meat flat-bread) to paratha (a type of chapati), from kebab to Nihari, from lassi (yogurt drink) to more mouthwatering delicious food.

I just kept blinking at the table with a stunned face.

“Isn't it too much?” I whispered.

“You haven't eaten anything from last two weeks. So, Zayaan made Rauza to cook everything you like for breakfast and also our Aabro finally came home,” Amma bi's voice echoed in the hall.

I looked towards her and saw her walking to her chair with Zayaan beside her. I greeted her quickly with a smile then my eyes slowly moved towards Zayaan. He smiled at me softly and also sat beside me.

“Allah bless both of you!” Amma bi said with a smile.

Mom and Aabro also joined us and we all began to eat the breakfast. Zayaan and amma bi made sure to fill my plate with everything and mom with amma bi also made sure about Aabro. Once I was done eating and my stomach was full, I held my breath when I felt myself lightheaded and dizzy.

“Mishal, you should take a rest,” Mom said to me while looking at me.

I nodded my head and stood up once I felt fine and took two steps forward but again, suddenly, felt exhausted. I blinked again and again and took a step forward. Again, I felt dizzy and unbalanced but before I fell, I felt myself getting held by someone.

“Be careful, Mishal,” I heard Aabro's voice from beside me.

In a second, I found Zayaan in front of me and was looking down at me with concern on his face.

“Are you OK?” He asked me, softly.

“Just a little dizzy,” I replied looking at him.

“Zayaan, take her back to your room. She needs rest,” Amma bi told him from behind me.

In a split of second, he picked me up in his strong arms like I was a light plastic doll for him and he quickly took me back to the room. Once we reached the room, he put me down on the bed and made me lay down.

“Sleep, Mishal,” He ordered me in his stern voice and narrowed his eyes at me as he removed my slippers.

What a lovely husband!

My feelings for him was now growing second by second for him whenever he was around me. I closed my eyes with a smile as he put duvet on me. I felt him pulling the curtains in front of windows and balcony. I let myself drowned in the darkness and sighed in relief in my sleep when I felt something soft massaged my swollen feet.

• • •

I felt myself warm and snuggled into my soft and warm pillow which was also hard on the same time. I frowned when I didn't feel it fluffy. I opened my eyes slowly and looked beside me in shock and surprise.

Zayaan was sleeping beside me with his one arm working as my pillow and other was wrapped around me careful enough to not to hurt my bump. I felt our legs tangled and my head under his chin.

My favorite position!

I mentally face palmed myself on that thought but, nonetheless, I smiled with pink cheeks and snuggled more while wrapping my arm around him and put my other hand on my bump.

“Don't hide that smile from me,” I heard him mumbling which made me gasp in disbelief.

“From how long are you awake?” I asked in surprised and shyness.

“Long enough when someone moved on my arm like it is a pillow and cuddled with me like right row,” He said with a chuckle and placed his lips on my head.

There was a tease in his voice and I was feeling more shy yet comfortable in this position with him. He moved his arm which was wrapped around me and put his hand on my hand which was on my bump. He laced our fingers and moved them up to his lips and placed a kiss on my palm before placing my hand back on my bump. His every little cute loveable moment was making my heart to flatter and flutter, and butterflies dancing in my stomach.

Can I say I am falling for his man who is like a man of steel?

I asked myself this question but didn't try to think more because I wanted to enjoy this beautiful moment before its end. Suddenly, I felt myself in urge to use the washroom. I slowly removed my arm from him and also my hand.

“What happened?” He asked me.

“Washroom,” I answered him and he quickly removed his hand from my bump and untangled our legs.

Once I got up, I felt cold air hit which was making me miss and carve his warmth again. But, sadly, I went to the washroom with a pout and used it.

Why beautiful moments always end quickly?

I asked myself while washing my hands with my lips still in a pout which didn't turn back to its normal position. I sighed and walked out of the washroom and looked at empty bed with a frown because I was craving so badly to cuddle him again.

Must be the baby who is messing with my feelings, emotions and carvings!

I put the blame on my baby and sat on the bed. Few seconds later, I saw Zayaan walking out of the closet in his three-piece suit.

“Are you going?” I asked him and felt disappointment.

“We,” He said while I looked at him like a dumbfounded.

“We are going. You have an appointment,” He said and reminded me.

I stood up slowly and walked past him to the closet to get ready. I quickly changed my clothes and did a little makeup and combed my hairs before walking out of the closet. He was typing on his laptop when I came out but closed it once I sat on the bed and combed my hairs with fingers.

Zayaan came and stood in front of me and put his hand forward for me to hold. I gladly put my hand in his and he helped me to stand up slowly and gently.

How can this man be gentle and soft & rough and cold at the same time?

He was always behaving soft and gentle with me but always behaved rough and cold to others even if he was with me. He took me out of the room with my shawl in his other hand which I just noticed.

Once we reached hall, he took me to the living hall where amma bi was sitting with mom and Aabro.

“Are you both going somewhere?” Aabro asked looking at us with her eyes narrowed at our hands.

“I am taking her to hospital,” Zayaan informed to amma bi and mom and sharply nodded at Aabro.

“How far are you?” Aabro asked me with made me tensed and uncomfortable.

“4.5 weeks,” I whispered, uneasily.

“But you don't look. I mean are you sure you are 4.5 not nearly 19 or 20 weeks?” She asked with something in her voice and her question made my breath hitched.

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