11. Truce

N A D A' S  P O V

"Dear, come here, I want to give you some things." Aunt Naaz called me.

"Yes, Aunt what happened?" I asked her.

"First of all you should stop calling Mom as aunt she is your mom too." Uméma came and put her hands around my shoulders.

"Ya... buy only temporarily." I muttered and Uméma looked at me with a sad smile.

"Please don't bring that whole temporary-thing up again and again." She said sounding upset.

"But that's the reality. You should know this from day one Uméma so that it won't hurt much at the last." I drawled.

"But it will hurt everyday whenever I will see you that you won't be my sister-in-law forever." She pouted.

"Ok girls quit the emotional talk. I have to give some things to my daughter-in-law now." Aunt Naaz dragged me inside her room.

"So let's be a little cliche and talk about the jewellery stuff. This is a gold necklace which was given to me by my mother-in-law." She said picking up a beautiful golden chain with the prettiest pendant ever.

"Oh my God that is so beautiful but I don't think that I deserve it uh...Mom." I sputtered, slightly ashamed of all this.

"You call me Mom and the very next second you make me feel I am unknown to you."

"No-no I mean...actually uh...I didn't mean that. I meant that the real daughter-in-law who will come after I go would deserve this." I elaborated making my points clear.

"I highly doubt that." I heard her murmuring. Nice fantasy.

"Ok fine. But please till the time wear it. It's my wish to see my daughter-in-law in this. Afterall, after a long time some happiness is back in this house." She said sounding a little sad. Huh? What? Happiness? Back? Ugh...too many question marks.

"And also this." She said taking out another necklace.

"This from my side. It's mine but I want to give this to you." She said taking out another pendant. It was a little short than the other one. This one reached below my collar bones and that one was more longer.

"But I will be wearing this only till I am in this house." I clarified and she nodded at me.

"MOM?!" I heard Fahad shouting.

Ugh...this devil.

"Let's check why your husband is calling me. Wear them now." She said and got up and I internally scoffed when she said 'husband'. Eww..it sounds so bad because of Fahad.

I wore my necklaces and they looked so beautiful on me. But I am not the real owner of this. I should keep that in my mind.

I strolled back to the living area to see a frustrated Fahad with a crying Alizah in his hands and Aunt Naaz not present there.

"Hey! You again made her cry, you merciless devil." I shouted at him, who scoffed at my words.

"Look who is talking about devils." He scoffed.

"Oh shut up."

"You shut up."

"No. You will."

"No. You will."

"No."

"Yes."

At this Alizah started crying more louder.

"Give her to me." I commanded him, trying to pick Alizah back in my arms.

"No need, I can take care of her. Anyway I have asked mom to make some baby food for her."

"She is our responsibility, Fahad not your Mom's. I don't mean that Mom is not allowed to even touch Alizah but it's you who should do all her (Alizah) work. Also, don't put your ego in between and give her to me. You are probably not holding her in the right way."

"Excuse me, I am not a father of five or six kids. This is my first time too therefore I don't know how to make the baby food that's why I asked Mom to make it."

"Fine then handle her." I shrugged my shoulder and sat on the couch.

"Ohk. . . Alizah your food will be here in some minutes than you can relax." He spoke very softly, lifting Alizah up in his arms. Huh? He himself calls me stupid when I talk to her and he is doing the same thing. Bipolar much?

But really that sight was worth seeing that how a pretty little soul can make a tough business man go all worried behind her. And how a stubborn man like Fahad can melt when a six-month-old cries. Awww.

"Okay fine." He huffed. "Please make her stop crying I don't like watching her cry." Fahad walked towards me.

"If you would've done it before than it could have been much better." I chattered.  Now that I took Alizah from him, I was rocking her back and forth.

"It could be much better if you stop using your mouth less." He had to say in between.

"Oh here's the baby food Fahad." Aunt Naaz came in with a small bottle in her hands. "Oh she is already asleep." She looked at Alizah.

She slept? That's why she must be crying. This idiot must not be holding her in the correct position for her to sleep that's why she cried out of frustration.

"Give it to me Mom I'll feed her when she wakes up." I extended my hands towards Aunt Naaz as she handed me the bottle.

"Mom? Seriously?" Fahad uttered in disgusted voice.

"Yes, my son. Now how much ever you are my son she is my daughter too." Aunt Naaz grinned at me and left to rest.

I stuck out my toungue at him.

"Such a kid." He commented.

"Didn't ask for your opinion but let me tell that you I am a kid! I am just twenty-one." I pressed.

"Yes you are twenty-one also a temporary mother too. How are you supposed to take care of child when you, yourself is a child?" He remarked in a cocky manner.

"Tum ho na?" I glared at him "You always go and act like you are some eighty year old man. So you are mature enough to handle both of us, right Alizah? Oh I forgot she is sleeping." I chuckled at my silliness.

(You are there, right?)

I gazed at Fahad to find him already looking at me.

He came back in his senses and just rolled his eyes.

"Okay now listen Fahad please bring my car from Target tomorrow." I pleaded him.

"And why would I do that?"

"Uh...because I am your wife?" Wow! That also came out as a question.

"We both know that we will divorce each other soon." He walked away.

"Not my fault you were the one who was adamant on marrying me." He scoffed at my words.

"Don't act as if you don't know the situation. I was not dying to marrying you. Heck, even you were the last girl left on the earth, I would have preferred being single."

"Oh mister, no girl would want to marry you. Ew. God knows why I am stuck with you." I said. I didn't say it seriously. Come on man, who would not want to marry this guy who is an owner of a frickin company except me because I know his bad attitude.

"I think, I should be the one saying those words it would suit on me."

"Oh really?" I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Yes."

"Fine I'll bring my car from Target and will meet my Mom too. I don't need your help."

"Good! Start doing your own work rather than ordering others." Huh? I thought that he will help. I just said it out for formality.

Ughhhh!!

"I was literally requesting you. Anyway I am an independent girl."

"I came here to talk to you about what will we do ahead? Because now you will be living here. So who takes care of Alizah?" He sat on the couch.

"We both will have to work Fahad the amount is huge."

"You think that I won't be able to give one million? Not bragging but I will do it. Also, we aren't giving the amount, I am consulting the cops."

"And why you alone? I will also work and contribute because-"

"She was given to both of us. I know that. But I won't be able to take Alizah to my office everyday." He said getting irritated.

"Fine. Let's call a truce. I'll be at home. Take care of Aliza but also do some job by sitting at home. And you go to your office. Okay?" I looked at him expectantly.

"As long as you're okay, I am fine with it too. But I will spend my time with Alizah at nights and weekends."

"As you wish.Finally at something we agreed." I sighed. "Also one more thing we can agree on." I said excitedly.

"What?" He asked confused.

"That you are mad." I screamed and ran away with Alizah in my arms making myself laugh.

"NADA?!"

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CHAPTER ORIGINALLY WRITTEN ON: 21/06/19

CHAPTER REWRITTEN/EDITED AND PUBLISHED ON: 02-05-20