Right now, I am cleaning the swimming pool. After breakfast, Mom went out to do some office work, Husniya went to university, Zimal is at her friend's house, all house helpers are given a leave today and this left me alone with Mr. Hamdaani.

He purposely told me to clean the swimming pool and gave the leave to every house helper. It's been 3 hours, i am cleaning it and finally i am done. To tell you the truth, i don't know how to do these things because i never did before.

A satisfied smile appeared on my face as i saw a clean pool infront of me "Are you done"? I turned in a reflex as a low hushed voice rang beside my ear. I was going to fall in the pool but a rough hand caught my hand midway.

His green enchanting jade eyes clashed with mine. A shiver ran through my spine as his glowering icy eyes stared directly in my soul.

"I asked you something, are you done"? His voice was cold and tone was even colder. His eyes are very beautiful but i feel very fearful when he stares at me like this. He makes me nervous. His expressionless yet angry face frightens me.

I nervously nodded at his question and next second he left my hand and i was thrown in the pool. Cold water greeted me open handed and for the first time i felt warm inside. I deliberately closed my eyes and stayed under the water. Right now the only thing i wanted was, the pool to swallow me as a whole and i will disappear from this world forever. My mind was getting hazy, i wanted to sink deeper in the depth that nobody will find me ever again.

I should have never hoped for him to save me from the fall! I don't have a right to expect anything from anyone.

Just as darkness was going to envelope me, i was pulled out of the pool. I gasped as i took a deep breath to stabilise my breathing and opened my eyes to come face to face with Mr. Hamdaani's rage full eyes. He was all wet too "Are you stupid? Don't you know how to swim"? He asked greeting his teeth in anger.

I blinked my eyes to clear my mind and realized that i was sitting on his lap in his arms. For the first time, i felt his touch secure and caring but that didn't changed the fact that he was the one to let me fall in the pool. I was quietly staring at him and when i kept quiet, he took a sigh and softly pushed away my wet hairs from my forehead.

I stiffened at his touch but politely pushed his hand away averting my eyes "I Know" I replied his earlier question avoiding his questionable gaze "Then why did you not come out of the pool"? He asked as his lifted my chin up and our eyes clashed together "Because I d-didn't wanted t-to" I softly pushed his hand away again and stood up from his lap. Unknown to me, his hand was forwarded towards me the second i stood up but frowned to himself as he curled his hand back.

A shiver ran through my body as his warmth left my body and cold wind flew passed me. I was feeling his heavy gaze on my back but i didn't dared a single glance at him. My lips were quivering as tears threatened down my eyes. There was no single day, when i didn't felt lonely.

Why do everyone make me feel this way? Am i that bad?

I was slightly shivering from cold as i wrapped my arms around myself walking away from him. My eyesight was blurred from the tears and just as i was going to stumble back in my steps, i felt his long overcoat against my back.

I was going to turn but gasped the next second as he picked me up in bridal style. In reflex i gripped the first thing which came in contact with mine and it happened to be his shirt which was wet. A chill ran through my body as my wet clothed body came in contact with his hardened chest and my anklets created a beautiful soft music as they belled against eachother.

I looked up straight in
his eyes and blinked my tears away. Something flashed in his eyes as they darkened with an unknown emotion "Put me down, i c-can walk" I tried to said softly but my voice came out hoarse. I instantly averted my eyes leaving his shirt and cleaned my teary eyes.

Ignoring me, his hold slightly tightened around me and he started walking inside. Going in his room, he made his way directly to the bathroom. I frowned as he made me stand against the shower, pushed off his coat from my back throwing it away and before i knew what is happening, hot water descendant down from shower.

Hot water instantly warmed my body which was cold as ice before "Wait here" Commanding me in his usual cold voice, he walked out of the bathroom.

I nervously started to play with my fingers as my eyes never left the door. I don't know what was i expecting but there was thriller feeling swirling in my heart. I switched off the shower and pulled my hairs up which were clamped against my back.

In less than a minute, he came back, holding a set of my fresh clothes and stopped in his tracks as his eyes met mine. His eyes darkened instantly as he visibly gulped looking at me. He placed the clothes on the nearby stool and clearing his throat he uttered "Take a shower and get ready" He turned to leave but again turned as his cold yet calm voice resounded in the bathroom "Sorry" Saying this he walked out.

I was dumbfounded at his actions. He brought me clothes? Wait! He said sorry? Was he the same Mr. Hamdaani, who hates me to the core? But unknowingly this brought a small smile on my face.

I sighed and picked up the folded sky blue dress but was flushed with embarrassment when i saw my undergarments properly folded in my dress.

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Mr. Hamdaani was not in the room when i walked out of the bathroom. Pulling my blow-dried hairs in a low messy bun i walked out of the room and made my way downstairs towards the kitchen.

Midway i met Mr. Hashir, he is in his twenties working as Sr. Hamdaani's nurse. I don't know why but, there is no female worker in this mansion. All are men.

He passed me an welcoming smile while greeting me politely "Good evening Mrs. Hamdaani" I reciprocated his polite smile and greeted him back softly "Good evening to you too Mr. Hashir"

"Do you need help"? I asked politely while gesturing towards the empty jug in his hands. He was a bit embarrassed but still nodded shyly while scratching his neck in embarrassment.

I took the jug from his hand and walked in the kitchen with him following me behind. I filled the jug with clear water from the dispenser and handed him the jug calmly with a small smile on my lips "Thank You Mrs. Hamdaani" He politely thanked me and turned to walk out of the kitchen when he halted in his steps and my smile faded as i saw Mr. Hamdaani leaning against the kitchen door with his beautiful yet disastrous green eyes.

"G-good evening M-mr. Hamdaani" Mr. Hashir greeted with sweat trickling down his forehead but Mr. Hamdaani was just shooting daggers in Mr. Hashir's poor soul. I furrowed both my eyebrows in confusion. Why was Mr. Hamdaani even angry now?

"Out of my sight now" Mr. Hamdaani snarled in anger and Mr. Hashir didn't needed twice to tell as he literally ran out of kitchen. I was still looking at the fading figure of Mr. Hashir that i didn't realized Mr. Hamdaani was coming towards me.

I gasped in shock as he caught my wrist in his iron grip and pulled me towards the sink. He turned on the tap and applied the liquid soap on my hands before washing them with a grim face.

I was just looking at him dumbfounded. What is wrong with him? My hands were cleaned weren't they?

"He touched your hands" I frowned at his words as he fully turned to me still holding my hands in a tight grip. He pulled me closer snaking his arms around my waist making me widened my eyes at him "I don't f*cking like it" he growled gritting his teeth in anger.

I shrieked back in fear just to make his hold tighten around my waist as he pulled me more closer. My left arm automatically circled around his neck while the other was clenched on his shirt to make a distance between us which was obviously an futile attempt.

I averted my eyes down but he jerked my chin up "I said, I don't like it, so from next time don't let anyone touch you. Understood"? I slightly frowned. Was he angry because unintentionally Mr. Hashir's one finger brushed passed my hand while handing him the jug? It was for only a mili second! "I didn't t-touch anyone. I-infact you are t-touching me right now"

A chilly yet evil smirk made it's way to his lips as he leaned down to my ear and whispered in his devilishly seduction filled voice that made me hold my breath "You are MY WIFE" He emphasized on the last two words making me close my eyes and clench his shirt more tightly.

His hot breath was fanning on my ear which was tickled down to my neck which i bet is beetroot red by now "Although i married you for my revenge but i never said, i am going to leave you ever.........." I don't like him saying all these things to me but there was something in the air which was making my heartbeat accelerate and my mind hazy. Damn you hormones!

I sucked in a deep breath as a lingering hot yet soft peck was placed on my earlobe as he whispered in his smooth yet husky voice "The second you gave your consent on our Nikkah «marriage» day, you were written as mine......." His soft lips trailed down to my neck as i unconsciously arched my neck up for him. I slightly shivered under in arms as his slightly fresh from bathroom wet hairs made contact with my skin. An unfamiliar feeling aroused from within as my stomach started to twist in weird knots. I was getting hot all over from his every little peck on my skin.

"Rooh belongs to Zaroon. You are mine! Only mine to hurt, mine to cherish and mine to love" His soft kisses were making me weak but his possessive declaration made my mind blank completely. Love? This was a foreign word for me. Will he ever to love me? Or will he ever even try to love me? It was impossible to believe.

With a last long lingering kiss on my neck, he took a deep breath trying to calm himself down "Do you know how to cook"? He asked still in our intimate position. His voice was a little hoarse and cold but for the first time there was a tiny bit of warmth in it.

I started biting my lips in nervousness as i shooked my head slowly. I can't even cook to keep myself alive. There was no mother figure in my whole life and my house cook isn't a good cook to begin with. All those years when i stayed out of coutry for my studies, there was always a house helper with me. As i told before, my father gave me each and every thing but not just his attention and love.

He slightly nodded his head and made a decent distance between us. I instantly missed his warmth. What is exactly wrong with me? Maybe it was the natural feeling of intimacy with the opposite gender, right?

He rolled his cuffs and washed his hands again before taking out God knows what ingredients from the fridge. Don't tell me he is going to cook?

I was dumbfounded yet again. I was very engrossed in staring at him while he totally ignored me and in less than an hour, he cooked a mouthwatering food. He made Biryani with Salad and Raita and with some complimentary kebabs.

We both settled down and felt my eyes glittering at the sight of the yummy food. Damn! Zaroon Hamdaani, the most feared businessman, the multi billioniare can actually cook food. I am so jealous of him!

"Are you going to fill your stomach by only eyeing the food"? His sarcastic comment made me come out of my trance. A bit embarrassed i averted my eyes away.

He first served me in the plate and then only started to plate out for himself. Something is seriously wrong with him today. Why is he behaving a bit.... caring? It was even a question for me also.

I took a bite and for Allah's love, this was the most delicious and best food i have ever eaten in my whole life "It's delicious" I complimented him with a very small smile adorning my face.

He didn't replied but surely i saw his slight curve of lips "We are leaving tomorrow morning" He muttered disinterestedly while i frowned "Where"?

A meaningful emotion passed through his jade eyes but all he said was "You will know"