•••HAFEEZAH POV•••

As soon as I entered my husband's office, I saw him sitting behind a mahogany desk. He was typing something on his laptop. A serious frown was plastered across his visage. 

He lifted his eyes from the laptop screen as soon as he sensed my presence in the room. His deep blue eyes interlocked with mine for a brief moment. My heart skipped a beat as his gaze bore into mine. It was like he was studying me. My eyes tore away from his and rested on his grey armani suit that had hugged his mascular chest impeccably. The first few buttons of his white official blouse, were undone thus exposing a whisper of his silky chest hairs. His sharp jawline was adorned with a mat of facial hair. His handsomeness was unlike anything I had ever seen. 

He cleared his voice loudly which yanked me from my sea of thoughts. 

"Are you done staring? " His deep masculine voice shook the place. 

"I--umm. " I was lost for words. 

"Since you clearly don't have a reply, have a seat. " He motioned me to a leather chair which was in front of his desk. I strolled to the seat and plopped on it. The texture of the leather against my behinds, invoked a calming feeling. 

There was a moment of silence as he sipped his coffee. His deep blue eyes met mine once more and I quickly looked away. His intimidating gaze had my body shivering. 

"So, why did you decide to still put on a burqa? " He suddenly shot a question at me. 

His question baffled me. "What do you mean by that? " I queried. 

"I asked why are you still putting on a burqa even when the contract clearly stated that you will not put it on. " He added. 

His answer almost made the coffee that I had just sipped, to choke me. 

"What contract? And why does it prohibit me from putting on a burqa?" Questions fired from my mouth. 

"This is interesting. You have no idea that you signed a contract on the day of our betrothal? " He spoke. 

"No. I didn't sign any contract. " All this was confusing. 

He sat back in his swivelling office chair with a satisfied look on his face. He was clearly enjoying my predicament. 

"Tell me which contract are you referring to? And what does this contract say? " I was throwing questions at him as worry took over my senses. Umar on the other hand was watching my actions, calmly with a smirk embedded across his perfect face. 

"You don't recall signing any papers on our wedding day? " He cocked his thick eyebrow. 

"I do recall signing the marriage certificate. That's the only document I signed on that fateful day. " I retorted. 

"Fool! The contract was attached to the marriage certificate. You should have read through everything before signing it. Anyway, what's done is done. Now, you have no choice but to meet the terms of our agreements and by that I mean, the terms of the contract. One of the key terms states that you are NEVER to wear a burqa. "

"The burqa is my cultural wear. I can't just stop wearing it because some god forsaken contract that I didn't even know about, says so! " I was seething with rage. I felt like smashing something or someone.

How could he think that he can change me and make me dance to his tunes? I am Hafeezah and I don't bend to a man's will. I am my own woman. 

I will wear what I want, however and whenever I want to. I won't let him dictate my life. 

"You are my wife and as such, you are to do everything I ask without question. " He declared. 

"You think that because you forcefully married me that you have a right over me? That you own me? " Rage was spilling through my words. 

"Yes. I own you Hafeezah. You are my property which means that, I will do as I please with you. "His eyes stared intensely at me. His intimidating gaze had my stomach churning with fear. But I chose to fight him even though I knew that I didn't stand a chance against him. He was one of the biggest lawyers in the city. 

"Mr Umar--" I was about to speak when he halted me. 

"Enough! I have heard what you've had to say. Now, listen very carefully, from today henceforth, you will not put on a burqa. It's either you obey that part of the contract or I will be forced to take legal action. And you wouldn't want that. Or I could simply have all your burqas burnt to ashes. Which one would you prefer, dear wife? " He stated. 

It was taking all of my self control not to pounce on him and beat him to a pulp. Who am I kidding, even if I decided to punch him, he would still win because the guy's body was made of pure muscles. A single punch of his, could send me to an early grave. I am not ready to die, yet. So, I guess I am gonna have to agree to his 'terms', for now. 

"I will do as you say, Mr Umar. From today henceforth, I won't put on a burqa. " The words painfully left my mouth. A crooked smile tugged at my lips. 

"Good. " He sighed, then got up from his seat. 

"Hafeezah, I am not a bad person. You just don't have to get on my wrong books. Oh, I actually called you here to discuss something with you. " My eyes followed his figure which was retreating towards a book shelf at the far corner of his office. He rummaged through the stack of files and picked one. It was a yellow file. 

"I also came to a realization that you failed to obey another one of the terms. " He stated while resuming his seat. 

I glared at him with confusion. I couldn't recall any wrong thing that I had done, Oh, wait.. I have no slight idea what the contract forbids and doesn't because I didn't read it! 

This is one of those times that I feel like jumping off a bridge. 

He continued, "But based on the way you are looking at me, I think that you have no idea about your wrong doing. Don't stress, I will tell you. "

"First, have a look at that. " He thrust the file on the desk, infront of me. 

I collected it then my eyes met his. His eyes pierced into mine and suddenly his eyebrows quirked in confusion. 

He closed his eyes and opened it like he was trying to detect something and looked into my eyes again then his whole face frowned in confusion. 

"What the f*** is that in your eyes?" he asked not meeting my eyes. 

"For a smart well-known lawyer, you sure are a slow poke. " I smirked even though he couldn't see me but I made sure that my eyes did all the smirking don't ask me how. He opened his mouth probably to insult me again but I quickly cut him off 

"Lawyer Umar, have you ever heard of heterochromia?" I asked him then his eyes widened in realization but before he could say anything I decided to sass him.

"Sure you've never heard of it. " I answered and then put my hands on my chin while I pretended to ponder over something.  

"Seems like I have a book about heterochromia I'll bring it out for you." I added with sass. 

He looked at me with the eyes that says 'I can't take all this insult anymore' and then yelled at me. 

"Shut up I have heard of it, I was just--" He seethed. 

I cut him off, "Too slow to come to a realization. "

I guess what I said stirred up anger in him because the next thing I know, he was up on his feet and my back was slammed against a wall. His face was reddened with fury as his index finger warningly pointed at my face.  

"Don't you dare tell me what to do or what I am. Before you talk like you own or can control me I would prefer that you read this first, " he said, referring to the file. 

"That is a copy of the contract, I would be waiting for your response. Now leave my office!" he barked and I rolled my eyes and begrudgingly exited his office. 

What an ass! 

I thought to myself as I strolled to the elevator

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