I really wanted to give him some basic manner classes. But wait....why did he called a doctor? For me?

I shooked my head and slowly stood up to change myself in something comfortable but i was pulled off the floor. I widened my eyes in surprise and in reflex I wrapped my arms around his neck. He softly made me sit on the bed against the headset and walked away in the bathroom.

After few minutes, he came back holding a bowl in his one hand which seemed to be filled with hot water and sponge in his other hand. Was he going to do which i am thinking he is going to do?

He quietly placed the bowl on side table and turned towards me "I am going to take bath" I hurriedly said and pushed myself off the bed ignoring the pain in my foot. I was going to flee but he held my wrist "No you don't, sit down" He ordered threatening me with his chilly gaze.

I should have listened to him earlier when he asked me to take bath. He is very stubborn! "I don't want to use sponge. I am fine, i can take bath" I realized when i am desperate for something, i don't stutter and yeah i was very desperate right now.

He narrowed his eyes at me in anger and was going to say something when i literally pleaded him "Please" he stood glaring at me for a whole 1 minute before finally saying "Okay!" I took a sigh of relief inwardly and sat down on the bed.

He too sat down beside me with my hand still in his hold. Why do he always hold my hand? He was not looking at me but at the floor infront. It was like he was thinking something hard. With his frosty expressions, it seemed like he wanted to kill someone at the moment.

"There were two uncles of my dad. Raheel and Ruhail. Each one of them had 3 children. Raheel Dada's «Grandpa» children were Kashif, Qaiser and Taniya with whom you met downstairs. Ruhail Dada's children were Furqan, Farah and Zainab. Furqan Uncle went to study but settled there permanently, Zainab and Taniya Aunty is married off whereas Farah Aunty was married to Kashif Uncle «Chacha»........." He paused as he turned to look at me. It was a bit complicated but yeah i understood.

"Downstairs they were Kashif and Qaiser Uncle. Kashif uncle's wife is Farah Aunt, the lady who was screaming. They have 2 children Huzaifa and Hareem. On the other side Qaiser Uncle and Mehwish Aunty have three children Hamna, Hadia and Hamza. Huzaifa and Hamna are engaged and soon to be married whereas Farah Aunty wanted to let Hareem marry me because i was going to be the next king and each and every hold would be hers if i were to marry her daughter Hareem" Now i understood the in between conspiracy.

"I am saying this again. Don't trust anyone! They are manipulators. They will not accept you easily, so you have to show your authority over them. Don't fear them, make them fear you!" His words were scaring me more. Are those people so bad?

I nodded my head at his words and heard a knock on the door "Come in" he spoke in his imperious tone. Hareem came in with her red puffed eyes. She was wearing a white dress and with her hairs opened behind her back, she was giving away white lotus vibes.

I turned to look at Mr. Hamdaani and he was glaring at her but still i didn't liked that he was looking at her "What are you doing here"? He semi yelled at her that she flinched in fear. Even i shivered from his soul shattering voice.

"I-i came to apologize on the behalf of my mother" She Stuttered a bit at start. Well i don't blame her. Anyone in Mr. Hamdaani's presence will be terrified. She was intensely looking at my hand in the grasp of Mr. Hamdaani, more like glaring. She masked it well but i still saw her sharp gaze in time.

"Keep your sorry to yourself and get out of our room before i will throw you out" He said in his deep arrogant voice like he gave her death order. I don't know, she was really scared or pretending to be. She looked at me, then at him and nodding to him, she turned to leave.

Just then a man in his late twenties came running in the room "What happened? Are you Okay? My money is safe right"? The man asked panting heavily. Mr. Hamdaani looked at his Rolex watch on his wrist and replied with his expressionless face "You are 3 minutes and 7 seconds late" The man was deadpanned at his words.

"Can you always not behave so petty"? The man asked as he visibly whined like a child. I must say this man has real guts to talk infront of Mr. Hamdaani like this "Stop wasting time. Check her foot. It's extremely red and swelled" he really called a doctor for me?

"Oh!" He said and turned serious walking towards the bed. Mr. Hamdaani stood up from the bed and gestured me to put both my feets on the bed. From my peripheral vision i could see Hareem's mouth hung open but without a word she walked out closing the door behind.

He examined my foot, asking me to tell him where i am feeling pain. After some questions he asked confused "Was it twisted again and again"? I slightly nodded replying him politely "Yes 3 to 4 times"

He nodded saying "It's not a fracture or sprain. Your tissues are damaged rather severely. I am prescribing you some painkillers and tubes. Try not to walk too much and dip your foot in hot water 2 times a day"

"Okay Thank You" I politely thanked him with a smile and he reciprocated with a polite smile and reply "No worries" he turned towards Mr. Hamdaani asking him slowly but loud enough for me to heard "Who is she"?

Mr. Hamdaani was standing with his hands in his pockets and answered him nonchalantly "My Wife Ruhena"

"What? When did this happen? Why didn't i knew? Why was not i invited? You forgot to call your only best friend to your wedding? Zaroon i am highly disappointed with you. I was not expecting this from you. You ........." He trailed off when Mr. Hamdaani cutted him off in between "Shut up Harris! You are sounding like a jealous girlfriend right now" Mr. Hamdaani said totally irritated.

"How do you know, how a jealous girlfriend behaves"? Dr. Harris teased but Mr. Hamdaani was really pissed off now "Get the F*CK out of our room. Arrange several medical campaigns everywhere in Junagarh and do remember your precious money is in my hand" He said pointing towards the door.

"You are no fun Zaroon" he said shooking his head in disappointment but anyone could see mischief dancing in his eyes. He handed the prescription to Mr. Hamdaani and walked out closing the door behind respectfully.

"I will be back in few minutes, don't get up from the bed"Mr. Hamdaani said sternly more like ordered me and walked out of the room before i will even say anything. I sighed to myself and stood up slowly to take bath because in these few days, i understood Mr. Hamdaani's personality very well. He is a very stubborn and possessive man and i am not mistaking his nature and personality for love. He don't love me, it's in his personality to behave this way. I sighed.

Before he will try something new to get me wash my body, i will simply take a shower. As i couldn't wear heels, i walked barefooted towards a door which seemed to be a closet. Bedroom was MashaAllah very spacious and beautiful with two big chandeliers hanging on the roof. There was a side sitting area where sofas were placed in a decent manner. I could see terrace across the bedroom separated by a glass door.

As expected when i opened the door, it was a closet. I was not even surprised seeing another door in this closet because back at hamdaani mansion, his room had 2 closets. This room was designed in different parts with different sections for every types of clothes, footwear, bags, makeup and jewellery. I slightly blushed seeing a section filled with lingeries and undergarments.

Taping my cheeks to waver off the stupid tint from them, i picked out a simple dark purple frock type gown designed with wide legged pants «Garara» and duppata «Scarf». I wore dark purple flats and hurriedly went to bathroom and turned on the tab to fill the bathtub with hot water because doctor told me not to stand for long.

After taking bath and wrapping my wet hairs in a towel, i walked out of the bathroom coming face to face with the reincarnation of the devil himself. His flaming green eyes were shooting daggers of hellfire at me. I averted my eyes down biting my lips in nervousness. From my peripheral vision i could see him coming close to me and before he would have said anything i apologized "S-sorry!"

But maybe my attempt was futile because he picked me up in a bridal style and i slightly gasped but circled my arms around him in a reflex. Just how many times he picked me up today? Was sun out from the wrong direction today? There is definitely something wrong with Mr. Hamdaani today.

His jaw was hardened which was the clear sign of his anger. He made me sit on the sofa and then only i saw the table filled with variety of dishes. There were two types of pizza, Ciabatta, penne pasta, lasagna and in desert it was Tiramisu and gelato. All dishes were Italian, i guess he likes Italian.

Without a word, he took off his overcoat along with his black suit coat. He hanged the coats on the stand and rolling his cuffs he sat down beside me. I visibly gulped looking at his veiny hands and blinking my eyes to clear off this throat dry sight, i averted them away.

He started plating out food in two plates. After passing me one plate, we both started to eat in silence. I really wanted to ask him about his behaviour but i don't know why i am so scared of him.

"Why are you behaving so nice with me"? I finally asked him breaking the silence and i noticed that i don't stutter infront of him when i am feeling comfortable with him.

"Don't get your hopes so high. It's just an act infront of them" His words broke my little heart and hopes....yet again.

I am an complete idiot.