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This is the first time I am seeing their office, The huge posh black building, I felt strain in my neck.
The watchman opened the door for me, I was holding the blue file in my hand, the driver was holding the lunch trailing behind me.
"Sorry Ma'am we have to check your bag, it's Mandatory " Before I could walk inside the lady dressed in black uniform approached me, she had no expression on her face, it was blank, knowing it must be important for everyone to go through this process I nodded my head and handed her my bag, I mean it's not a big thing though.
"Can you come inside? We need to scan you as well" She asked me politely, As I was about to walk a guy in white suit advanced towards us, halting the female guard.
"Stop! She belongs from Sikandar family, She is allowed to pass through this" He told that lady who enlarged her eyes, panicked across her face, she turned to face me.
"I am so sorry Ma'am, I didn't have any idea" As she apologized to me her face formed fear, I was puzzled with her reaction.
"That's fine, I didn't mind," I responded.
"Hello Ma'am, myself Fahad, Manager of this company, I did get a call from Zeeshan sir that you will be visiting, sorry this inconvenience" He explained with a hint of guilt.
"Come let me guide you further, with whom you are here to meet?" He questioned,and offered his help leading me inside. I took the lunch box from the driver and asked him to leave, before following him.
"I need to meet Mr. Sikandar" I answered him, wandering my eyes all around awestruck, the whole interior and the area was so eye-catching and pretty.
"Which Mr. Sikandar?" He asked as we reached near the reception area, and before I could answer him he got a call, he excused himself, rubbing his head.
Might be a problem.
"What if he is angry that I am here, kahin idhar se he na mujhe bahir nikal dain, but unko file bhi tou deni hai, or Mama ne khana bhi tou bheja hai" I mumbled to myself playing with the corner of my dupatta anxiously.
(What if he throw me out from here itself, but I have to give him the file, and Mom had sent the food also)
I waited for that guy but he was not coming back, I had to go back home as well, I sighed and walked to the reception.
"Assalam alaikum, I would like to meet Mr. Hayaan Sikandar" I said politely. She raised her head listening to the name, she stared at me for a moment, her eyes lingered over me for about a minute, making me uncomfortable.
Is she judging me by my looks?
I stared at her back, she was dressed in a black shirt and white jeans, her hair opened, she was wearing a silk white stole around her neck.
"Kuch laga hai kya mere chehre jo app itna ghoor rahi hai mujhe" I asked her, raising my brows, She removed her eyes immediately.
(Is there something on my face, so you are starting at me)
"No I am sorry for making you uncomfortable, it's just aap bahut khoobsurat hain, or aise ajkal itni izzat se kaun baat karta hai" She replied forcing a smile, I gave her a nod in acknowledgment.
(you are very pretty, and nowadays who talks to someone with such respect)
"Aapka bahut shukriya"I replied with a smile appearing on my face, she seemed soft spoken, hearing from a stranger it made me elated, I don't feel myself very beautiful.
(Thank you)
Although my family keeps praising my nature, my manners and my beauty, I feel they love me that's why they say this.
"Do you have any appointment with the CM? He can't meet anyone right now, for party concerns, he has to go for a meeting " She asked me, glancing at me as she typed something on the keyboard, then dialing some numbers.
"Nope, I'm not business related, I am from family, tell him my name Aairah, and you will receive his answer" I notify her, he might be waiting for his file, and will get to know my name.
"Oh! alright then" She said with a hint of surprise typing the numbers in the income.
"Ayaz there is a lady on reception who wants to meet the CM, her name is Aairah, Deliver this message to Boss" She let him know, keeping her voice clear, in business tone.
As I waited for his reply, She offered me a bottle of water, I declined, and waited in anticipation, rubbing my fingers.
"I don't know that lady, why are you guys letting anyone enter inside ask her to leave" As I heard his cold and business tone, and my face turned pale, my heart pained, knowing that my husband doesn't even remember my name.
I get it he doesn't love, doesn't share his thoughts with me, doesn't spend time with me, but we are living under the same roof for six months and he doesn't even remember his wife's name.
I felt someone stabbing my heart, my eyes burned, turning glossy, I clenched my fist to compose myself, I blinked away my tears.
"Are you okay Ma'am"
I could hear her but my mind was not processing, I didn't know how to react, my face felt heated, I opened my mouth to say something, clutching the file in my hold.
It felt humiliating in front of the staff, as they kept staring at me with different sorts of expressions.
"Just look at her I mean, Aise larkiyan bohat aati hai idhar, jhoota naam batake CM se mile or unka faaide uthaye" A girl insulted me, eying me in disbelief, then chuckled.
"Pure haq se mera faida utha sakti hain woh, MRS. AAIRAH HAYAAN SIKANDAR hain yeh.
A loud voice echoed in the room, Cold and Stern, that voice which I craved to hear, the voice that sent shivers down my spine, I shuddered, but didn't turn or lift my face to see him, I could see his eyes burning holes in my back.
I took a long breath, wiping the corner of my eyes, which turned watery.
"So-sorry-sorry sir" The same girl who was behaving like a tigress, stammering, bowing her head down, I felt his step coming near to me and Raising my heart beat as well.
"You should be, Apologies to my wife" He ordered her his voice raised and stern, standing behind me, I turned around and finally looked at him.
He was decked in a cream colored suit, white shirt underneath, top two buttons of his shirt open, giving a peak of his chest line, as he had ditched his tie, his hair messy, for multiple times he had run his hand over them, his leathery chypre, alluring scent hitting my nostrils.
I felt heated , I fanned myself with one hand, my heart beating fast, here goes again I'm nervous.
My eyes landed on him craving for his one stare but his eyes were fixed on the girl, his face rough, one hand inserted inside his pocket, his brown eyes void of any emotion.
"Apologies now" He demanded sternly, I opened my mouth to stop her, he tilted his face to me, raised his brows, challenging me.
And I understand from this stern look, not to deny him, I sighed when the girl apologized, and I forgive her as it doesn't hold any importance for me, of what she said.
"Miss Sheik get in touch with my assistance, take you amount for the payment of work you have done, and hand your responsibilities to him, because you are fired, I don't need an employe who doesn't know how to give respect to somebody" He notifies her, in a business tone, I was shocked, so was the girl, but she didn't uttered a word left from there.
"Back to work" He ordered glaring at the staff, who vanished in thin air.
Oh! So everyone is scared of him, not just me.
"Hand these things over to him, and come with me" He told me, his voice turned gentle, on which his Assistant coughed and broadened his eyes, shock written on his face.
I frowned when he gave him a deathly glare. He dismissed him with the flick of his two fingers.
Yes he never raised his voice on me, neither did he get angry over me, his tone with me is always gentle and polite.
"Come" He said softly placing his on my back, gently his mere touch was enough to send shivers down my spine, I could feel my stomach flipping, as he led me to the elevator, I noticed the guy at whom he was cold was entering another elevator.
"Why is he going to another one, he could have come with us" I said nonchalantly, and looked at him for answers as we both stood side by side, he pressed the 22nd number button, maybe his office is located on this floor.
"He can't use this elevator, it's only for family" He answered short, and straight, I mouthed oh, His hand was no longer on my back leaving me an empty feeling, He was silent so was I, and it was eating me up.
When will this awkwardness end between us I wonder? I keep taking glances at my boring and Robotic husband, who seems to be busy on his Phone with a frown on his face.
We heard a pinging voice indicating the elevator stopped, and we reached.
"After you" He whispered, stretching his hand. I nodded my head. Finally, I heard his voice. I saw a few of the doors he pointed at a black door, walking beside me.
I was setting my dupatta on my shoulder while striding, I didn't realize I was sweeping the floor as well. My foot got tangled and I was about to hit the floor.
"Dhiyaan se" He exclaimed, wrapping his arm around my waist, his front touched my back, his face was almost touching my cheek, I could feel my heart racing, and my stomach flipped.
It's the first time we have come this close to each other, like this, yeah I have been close to him when he sleeps, I hug him, stay close to him and admire him, but he doesn't know this.
"Are you alright?" He asked after clearing his throat and moving back instantly, leaving an uneasy feeling inside me. I took a deep breath and stared at him, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, maybe realizing our closeness.
"Um hmm"
As I walked again with an ache occurring inside with his distant behavior, does he still not consider me his wife rather than a responsibility.
As I walked a bit I felt him lifting my dupatta walking behind, so maybe I wouldn't fall again, and his this action heated up my cheeks, removing the uneasy feeling.
Is my robot husband bipolar?
We got inside his cabin. It looked like a luxury room, so big and clean and organized, I was roaming my eyes around when he cleared his throat to grab my attention.
Inko vicks ki goli chahiye kya!!
I thought about bringing my attention back to him, and before I could open my mouth to say something he cut me off.
"Ap yahan kya karahi hai? Agar apko ana he tha tou you could have informed me beforehand, the file I asked you could have given it to Zeeshan" He said his tone was not harsh but stern, his face formed with seriousness.
(what are you doing here? and if you wanted to come you should have informed me)
Does my presence bother him so much? Why is he pushing me away from him?
"I asked that stupid idiot, what the hell he was doing" He muttered, gritting his teeth, taking his phone and dialing his number.
"Stop, Ab usko dant ke kya faida, mein le aayi na file, and I know you didn't want me to be near you, I'm sorry for bothering you but Mama ne kaha aap ka or papa ka lunch de aun, so I am sorry, I will leave" I blurt out bursting my emotions, which were going heavy on me, I didn't realize when my eyes turned teary.
(what's the point in scolding him now, I did get the file and Mom asked me to give you and dad your lunch)
I turned to leave, but gasped when he held my wrist pulled me closer, leaving an inch distance between us, I widened my eyes at our sudden closeness.
"Ap galat samajh rahi hain Aairah," He let out politely, staring at me, I raised my brows.
(you are taking it wrong)
"Tou apko mera naam yaad hai?" I mocked him.
(So you remember my name)
"Sorry?" He asked, confused as he didn't even have any idea what I was talking about, really? He forgot his own wife's name and is now acting all Naive.
"You told the receptionist that you don't know anyone with that name, you asked me to leave, but I guess it's not your fault, as you told me beforehand about your behavior before marriage so I can't even blame you in this, in the end it's my own mistakes from which I'm suffering," I told him plainly, he was shocked for a moment, maybe because never complained to him or question him before.
But today I can't control it anymore, I can't hold my emotions which kept building from so long, and coming out like this, I was feeling vulnerable plus embarrassed for doing this.
I pushed him to leave, not able to take it, I don't want him to see me crying and begging for his attention.
But I felt him yanking me closer, our front pressed, I englared my eyes when he leaned hai face down, making me nervous .
"You are my wife, of course I would know your name, about that downstairs, what happened was misunderstanding my good for nothing secretary gold me the wrong name that's why I said that, and I asked you to told me before hand because I didn't wanted you to face that disgrace you felt today, As I said before marriage I might not give you the love but you will get the respect of being my wife" He explained in one go, his words calmed my inner nerves down, and I blamed my periods for this overflowing emotions, I shouldn't have talk to him like this.
He does care for me.
"Really?" I asked him in a whisper blinking my eyes as a lone tear flowed down from my right eyes, touching my cheeks, he frowned his brows.
"Yes" He whispered, lifting his hand which touched my cheek, he wiped the tear with his thumb gently, his brown eyes staring deep into my black ones, in the moment we didn't realize we were standing so close to each other.
His warm breath fanned on my face, his one was around my waist, I felt a shiver run down my spine, my cheeks turned heated, there was a zoo of butterflies.
But I admit that I liked this closeness, it was giving me comfort and satisfaction, which I always wanted from him, and his touch was giving me soothing feelings.
His thumb was stroking my cheek, I felt my cheek turning warm, I was feeling shy, at his intense gaze.
A knock ruined our moment, I took his step back, all the warmth I felt got removed, He ran his hand through his hair, and I set my dupatta on my shoulders properly.
When he gave the permission to the person to enter in his business tone, I sighed at his returning self.
Soft Haayan is gone and this Robot is back!
It was his P.A who got my things. He greeted me again, and left, placing the stuff on the table, without meeting eyes with Hayaan, who was eyeing him as if he would eat him alive.
The awkward silence was back again!!
"Umm.. I will go and tell papa about the lunch I brought" I said removing the pin drop silence, turned to leave but he stood in front of me I raised my brows in question.
"Do you even know where his cabin is?" He asked.
"No but I can find it"
"Just sit here I will ask him to come here" He ordered and left without hearing my reply.
Kharoos.
I looked around and thought to open the lunch box and set the food on the table, and the door opened. I turned around and my eyes twinkled watching my father entering with him and his father.
I greeted them with salaam before smiling like Child running to hug my father, I heard them chuckling, he wrapped his arms around me tapping my head.
"Ta sang ye?" I asked him in my Pashto language.
(How are you)
"Za kha ym" He replied, pecking my head.
(I am fine)
We both talked for a while in our language, he asked me how Hayaan is treating me? Does he get angry? I shook my head. He questioned me. Maybe he looks tough.
"valagha zuma sara dera narma ao kha daa" I answered, taking a glance of him who seemed to be confused, he raised his brow, I removed my eyes feeling shy when my father tapped my cheek in affection.
(He is very gentle and nice with me)
"Stop complaining about my son to your father, in your secret language" Papa joked, making me wide my eyes, and hayaan was surprised as well he took a glance at me, I shook my head, turned to my father-in-law.
"I was not" I tried to explain he chuckled tapping my head.
"Han tareef karahi hai apne shohar ki" My father remarked with a tease, making me shy, I tucked my hair behind my ear which was coming on my face.
(She was praising her husband)
"Umm.. Let's eat lunch" Hayaan said changing the topic, I nodded my head and gestured to them to sit, I served them whatever they wanted, Hayaan pulled a chair beside his for me to sit.
He didn't say anything but his gesture was enough to warm my heart, I sat beside him, I served myself.
I have noticed some sort of awkwardness between this father son duo. I don't know why he is reserved and a bit distant with his own father, he does respect him, but I feel he seems to be closer to Mumma.
After we were done, both my fathers left me And Hayaan alone. I fiddled with my fingers, and didn't even know what to say.
I looked at him, he was straightening his sleeves back as he rolled them before eating, I noticed his shirt button was broken, my eyes landed on a drawer which he opened to take out the file, there was his tie too, he didn't wore it, an audible sigh escaped from my Lips.
"Apki meeting hai?" I questioned him, breaking the silence, he just hummed, I moved closer to him, gaining his attention.
(Do you have a meeting?)
"yeah in 30 minutes, I pushed it back because you were here, but I will walk you out first so come" He declared leaving no room for argument.
"But what about your tie?"
"It's fine don't matter" He mumbled while wearing his silver watch.
"Nope it doesn't look nice" I commented staring at his chest line which was on display because of the broken button, I can't let other girls see my husband like this.
Never.
I searched for a safety pin in my purse and gladly I found it. I took his tie and walked closer to him. He looked at me, before clearing his throat.
"Apko ko vicks ki goli dun" I asked him playfully, putting the tie around his neck, working on his button he was surprised at my actions, he leaned his head down a bit as he was tall, I had to stand on my toes to reach him.
"kyu?" He asked in puzzlement, slipping his hand around my waist. As I was about to fall, I stared at him in surprise. His hold on my skin sent goosebumps to me.
"wo-ap-umm, kuch nahi." I didn't know what to say. I got conscious, with his heated gaze, him standing so close to me, my heart was racing.
But composing myself I finished my work, set the tie, I moved back slowly, he removed his hand from my waist, I took a breath I was holding for so long.
"Thanks" He said with a straight face while wearing his coat, I took my bag, and the basket which had utensils. He opened the door for me.
While going down I felt a lot of gaze upon us, some were whispering, few had surprise formed on their face, I thought to ask him but then ignored that.
He dropped me till the car, I asked that I will manage but his one stern look was enough to keep me shut.
"Where are your guards?" He questioned me with a hard face.
"I was in a hurry so-" I uttered anxiously, playing with my fingers, scared of his anger, He sighed, rubbing his temple, looked at me once before taking his phone out.
He called someone, and within a minute there were two giant men in black, I scrunch my face, He talked to them about something.
"Drop her safely at home" He ordered the driver sternly, making him frightened, he opened the back door for me, I sat inside staring at him with longing eyes. He met my eyes for once, then closed the door.
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