38. Owner Of Her Heart

F A H A D' S P O V

This girl is driving me nuts. How could she, who used to despise me the most, loves me?!

It's still difficult to digest that fact. Is it a fact though?

Maybe she is lying.

But why would she lie?

Ugh, it's really stressful. I should stay away from her as I am soon going to divorce her. I have no motive to be tied to her cause I am a man of my words. She feels for me, I don't, do I? No. I don't feel anything. Nothing. And I shouldn't be.

She is messing with my head, as I am thinking about all of it a part of me still doesn't concede with me.

I really need to sleep now. My mind needs rest.

I was in deep sleep when a soft voice pulled me out of my slumber.

"Fahad." A frail hand shook me by my shoulders.

"Fahad, get up, or else you will be late for your Salah." I recognised this voice, it was Nada's.

My eyes opened wide at the sudden realisation that it was Nada who spoke so softly. Well, that was unexpected cause she is always cranky in the morning.

"Seems like someone woke up on the right side of the bed." I commented getting up.

"Huh? You're talking to me? Yes, I did wake up with a good mood today." She beamed as she started to make my side of the bed.

"It's ok, I can do it myself. You don't need to it." I began.

"I am volunteering. I am willingly doing it. I want to do it for my husband. After all I am your wife." She insisted.

"Don't add those words." I chastised not liking her choice of words. I do not like what she said. I still do not consider this relationship.

I saw a flash of hurt in her eyes as my mouth delivered those words.

"It's okay. You might not want to contemplate about this relation, but we are married by all means. And for me you are my husband. Now, you not considering me as your wife is your choice. Which I will soon change." She heaved off muttering the last sentence.

"You are a complete fool." I badgered. Again, her eyes showed pain.

"Nada." I appealed. "You're wasting your time. Get free from me. I can divorce you right now. You can go, do whatever you want, study further, get a job, or a find a perfect man for you." I beseeched hoping that my words effect her.

"Can't you see my love for in my eyes? Concern for you? Care for you?" She croaked out. Ah, is she gonna cry now? That was not my intention.

"Am I asking you to love me back? No. Just give me a day. I don't know whether I will be able to make you fall in love with me or not but I will, definitely, prove my love to you." She reiterated.

"Stop being in denial, you stupid girl!" I bursted out all she did was give me a small smile and walked towards the closet.

"What? Are you not gonna fight me back?" I followed behind her who was rummaging through my clothes.

"Nope." Came her short answer.

"Why?" I made her turn towards me.

"I don't want to." She said nonchalantly holding two shirts of mine.

"Why? Argue Nada. Be how you used to be." I snarled at her so that she could fight me back. She closed her eyes for a minute. Yes, my plan succeeded. The bomb is gonna explode.

"Wear this black shirt. You look really handsome in that. Has someone ever told you? Actually I don't even want someone to say things about my husband. Go, freshen up, offer your Salah and then we'll have our breakfast." She spoke animatedly her eyes widening and squinting as she continued her ramble.

"Why? Why are you doing all this? Did boredom tick you off so much that you're playing games with me to entertain yourself?!" At lease this time she would snap me back and will realise that she has no future with me.

"Actually you are the one who is playing games with me. Trying to tick me off with your words so I coul-"

"You are so smart, still acting dumb." I scoffed at her.

She took a deep breath and did that twice. "Do you want pancakes or waffles for breakfast? Or shall I make something desi for you." She asked as her emerald orbs looked up at me with glee.

"You're unreal." I was frustrated now. Grabbing my clothes in my hands I stormed inside the bathroom.

I got out of the bathroom after my morning routine and straightaway went to offer my Salah. I got delayed for offering my prayer, all thanks to Nada.

"Here's your suit, watch, wallet and your phone." Nada spoke after she kept her prayer mat aside, motioning towards the bed where my belongings were neatly kept.

"And why are you doing all this?" I raised my eyebrows once I stood in front of her.

"Well, because I am your wife. I care about you. I will prove myself to you." She smiled at me. Is she okay? Or she banged her head somewhere?

I just huffed loudly, taking my suit inside I went to change in.

After changing into my suit, I decided to go down. I saw that Nada was not in the room. Maybe she went down. Why is she doing all this? I can do it on my own.

I saw Nada, Uméma and Mom sitting on the dining table chatting about something very happily might I add.

"Look here is your husband." Uméma spoke up.

"Asalamwalaikum Mom and Uméma." I answered once I was near the table.

"Walaikumasalam." They both replied simultaneously.

"Uméma you should stop talking nonsense." I warned her.

"Wait? Nonsense? What nonsense am I talking? It's the truth." She answered boastfully.

"Let's start our breakfast now, hmm?" Nada intervened in between.

"So what's for breakfast?" I asked looking at the table.

"Sheermal." Mom replied taking off the lid which was covering those mouth watering Sheermals.

"You made my favourite Mom! Thank you so much."

"It was Nada who made them, not me." Mom replied grinning widely.

I was baffled not knowing what to respond.

"Won't you try them?" Nada turned, looking at me.

"Uh-"

"I know you don't like me. But you could have the food don't include food in the matter." I heard disappointment in her voice.

"Fine, one day is all you have. Later you will no longer be here."

"What is this Fahad? Are yo-"

"No Aunt Naaz, it's okay let him say whatever he wants. I'll do my best to prove him." She passed Mom a sad smile when I saw the corner of her eyes filled with tears. I have made her cry a lot of time today and it's just morning.

"My poor child-"

"Mom, stop pitying her. No one asked her to fall in love with me. If she did that by her own, let her face the consequences."

"But Fahad-" Uméma started.

"Actually I am going. AllahHafiz." I got up and walked towards the car and drove to my office.

It's been two hours since I came to office and my mind doesn't seem to cooperate with me. All my mind wanders about Nada. I don't why? And even if I know the reason, I am denying it. I am trying to control it but it doesn't seem to stop. This is the first time that I am not able to control my mind and it is really frustrating me right now.

I was lost in thinking about Nada when the door flung opened, revealing Rahim.

"Asalamwalaikum brother." He greeted strolling in and sitting in front me on the chair.

"Walaikumasalam." Came my short reply.

"What happened? Why the long face?" He inquired of me.

"This Nada. She says that she has fallen in love with me an-"

"I will get to see mini Fahad?! Wow! So exc-"

"Will you let me finish my sentence? Also, she has fallen in love not pregnant."

"That's not too long." He winked at me.

"I don't reciprocate her feelings." I ignored his previous remark.

"I know that very well you made it clear the day before yesterday but let me ask you the reason behind it?"

"We made a pact. A truce that we will get a divorce soon after we find Alizah's parents and now she won't divorce me. God knows what has gotten into her." I said massaging my temples.

"Is this my same Fahad who I befriended? The same one who had a soft heart as a marshmallow?" Rahim asked me. A marshmallow? Seriously?

"That was a really bad example." I commented.

"And what about you? You are being the worst person here. That girl has fallen for you and you are being so rude to her?!"

"I know that's one of her stupid tricks."

"Okay, a rapid fire round right now." He spoke excitedly.

"Are you mad Rahim?"

"Just go along with me."

"No, I am not playing stupid games with you."

"I am being really mature here. Remember, what pranks you used to pull? Shut up and do what I say." Rahim said strictly making me nod my head, unwillingly.

"Fine." I grumbled.

"Be quick okay."

"Will you start already?" I said impatiently.

"What's your name?"

"Fahad."

"Full name?"

"Fahad Hammad Sheikh." I answered agitatedly.

"Who's your favourite person?"

"Mom."

"I thought you would say my name." He said making me glare at him. "Anyway your favourite colour?"

"Grey."

"Your age?"

"Twenty five."

"Favourite food?"

"Sheermal and Falafels." As I answered, my mind again went back to Nada, that how she made my favourite for breakfast. She is really wasting her time.

"Whom do you have a crush on?"

"Nada- wait no."

"OH YES! FINALLY!"

"No- no first of all you were asking the questions in a very rapid speed-"

"That's the whole point of a rapid fire." Rahim said in a duh tone.

"No I was thinking about her-"

"Oh so you think about her too?" Rahim teased me.

"Will you let me finish what I have to say?" I asked exasperatedly.

"No." He replied and started laughing like a maniac he is.

"I was thinking about her because she made Sheermals for me today." I reasoned out.

"Oooo someone is been noticing about someone, huh." Rahim wiggled his eyebrows at me.

"I didn't even try them."

"WHY? ARE YOU NUTS?! NEVER I SAY NEVER DENY TO EAT THE FOOD WHICH YOUR WIFE MADE." He hollered at me causing me to cover my ears.

"I don't require your live-a-happily-married-life tip. I am gonna be single soon."

"I don't believe it's you who's talking this way. The same person who had a lot of belief and faith in love." Rahim spoke in disdain.

"Situations changes people." I stated calmly.

"Everybody is not like your father, Fahad." Rahim kept his hand on my shoulder.

"Give her a chance, Fahad. I am telling you that girl will bring all the happiness in your life which you seem to lost it." He continued and I had no response in return. "See? This is the difference between you and her. She has also lost her father, she also didn't get any fatherly love. However, her perception is so different from yours."

"Her father didn't cheat on her mother." I gritted my teeth. "Also, why are you taking her side? Are you my friend or her's?!"

"I am not taking anyone's side. Also, Nada is also my friend. I consider her as my sister. You cannot do this to her!" He argued.

"Stop sympathizing her!" I faced Rahim. "I know it's just a infatuation. She is not in love with me. Just her stupid games."

"Fa-"

"No Rahim. You listen to me."

"Li-"

"You need to know the truth. You're in denial that she's in love with me."

"FAHAD STOP TALKING AWFUL ABOUT HER. At least not when she is right behind you!" I was shell-shocked when I heard Rahim say that. Shoot! Why did I talk like that? I shouldn't have been this rude.

I turned back slowly as my stomach dropped because of guilt. I saw Nada standing near the door with a bag in her hand.

"Uh, Nada-"

"Asalamwalaikum Rahim." She walked towards where we were standing, wiping her tears along.

"Uh, Walaikumasalam Nada. How are you?" Rahim said uneasily, probably feeling bad for Nada.

"I- I am fine." Her eyes darted towards me and I avoided eye contact with her as I was very embarrassed. "How are you?" She asked facing him.

"Good."

"Actually Mira is waiting for you in your cabin. You should hurry up." She croaked, trying to talk normally but I knew from inside she had cried.

"I'll go then." He announced. "All the best." He whispered to me and walked through the door out.

"Nada, uh I am sorry." I finally said it out.

"Why?" She walked in and kept the tote bag she had been crying on my desk. "Look I brought you lunch. Have it." She smiled. Actually attempted to smile.

"Nada please-"

"It's you favourite. Falafels. I made them but please like morning don't neglect food just because I made it. It's upto you. If you want you can eat it, or else just throw it away." She said in a low tone.

"I should probably get going. AllahHafiz." She turned back.

"Nada." I held her elbow back. And that's when I noticed a change in her. The transparent chapstick had been replaced by a blush pink color lipstick. Also, her hair were softly curled and her green dress complimented her eyes. She took efforts in getting ready? But why? For me? Howbeit her eyes were glassy as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"No Fahad. If you're thinking that I am angry then no I am not offended. Upset? Yes. But not angry. I know and I hope too that you don't mean those words. And if you did it purposely, then you have no rights to insult me like that. Call my love an infatuation. And that's what I am going to prove you. I gotta go now." She spoke, her tone very low.

"Wait Na-"

"No Fahad. Please don't stop me now. Let me be a little upset with you or else this heart will melt by looking at his owner. Let me go." She freed her hand back as her eyes pooled with more tears. She rushed ahead wiping the corner of her eyes.

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