CHAPTER 11- WIFE~ Farhan💀

F A R H A N : -

Blinking back the sleep from my eyes, i blindly searched for my phone which kept ringing at this unusual time of night,

Squinting one eye open, I read the caller ID

Bilal

Glancing at time bar which showed the three in goddammit morning, I slide to answer and before I could say even say "hello" the person started talking,

"Where are you Farhan?"

"At home, sleeping like a decent human." I rubbed the scruff on my jaw, eyes still closed.

He sighs, "Really shouldn't have kept this thing today, told you. But you are as usual a persistent shit to keep a meeting at three in morning."

My eyes widened, vanishing every trace of sleep as i sat up abruptly,

"Shit, I am on my way."

"Better be." The line goes off as I throw my phone back to the bed,

Dressing up as quickly i can, i was making a turn to wear my shoes when my toe hit a hard surface making curse all over,

My toe starts to pain like it's on fire with hot iron nails, as I stumble across the carpeted floor holding my foot in my hand,

Why is there a suitcase lying in the middle of my closet,

Anyway I have no time for this, i am already late, and I know Bilal is going to give me shit about it later.

Trying to ignore the pain in my toe i wore my shoes and grabbed my wallet and Jacket,

Picking up my phone from the bed, my ears registered the soft breathing and occasional chattering of teeth sound, glancing up I found a curved body laying on the couch, my mind was in a haze for a second, and then I remembered who she was,

Right, her.

With whom I signed the marriage contract yesterday.

To whom I cleared out what her place would be in my life, and also whose silent sobs I heard at night.

But why was she sleeping on the couch? Well, whatever suits her. I don't care.

But the disturbing sound of teeth chattering made me wanted to do something about it, no let her be.

So why was my feet taking me towards her with a fvcking blanket in my hand to cover her body? Maybe a little bit of left over humanity in me, or maybe because of the voice in my head, which I can't get rid off even if I wanted too, repeated the words all over,

"A little bit of humanity can cause a lot of change, and bringing that change is upto us."

Shaking my head, I moved my eyes from the woman sleeping on my couch with undoubtably tear streaks on her face,

Sneaking my way out of the house, careful not to wakeup anyone I use the back door to the garage, which luckily has a small route to the main gate of the house,

Doing what I've done from the past four years when my parents visit me, I drive my car towards the Main house, the secret base for meetings at night hours.

Fifteen minutes later, I park my car at the garage of the main house after punching the code, and entered inside and spotted Bilal and Hasnain sitting on the couches and observing some files,

Hearing my footsteps, Bilal looked up at me with a relived expression, and Hasnain gave me a firm nod.

"So, what's today's line up?" I ask taking a seat on the couch opposite to them,

Bilal throws the file he has been reading to me and I grab it swiftly midair before opening the file and reading it,

"This is what D got after snooping around Emir's secretary's office." Bilal explains

"The same codes." I mutter reading all the same algorithms of some cryptic code which emir seems so discreet and concern about,

"It's kind of suspicious of what he might be doing with all these codes, is he planning to hack some system?" Hasnain questions

Bilal strokes his chin, "Might be, but of what? This man has nothing to do with tech. He is in a business that involves hideous crimes of human trafficking."

I snap my eyes from the file,

"We never know, maybe he is planning something related to that using all this codes. Is Yousuf on it?"

"Yup. Already." Yousuf yells from upstairs where he made his den, of various computers and shit involving hacking.

"Fasten your work." Bilal yells back.

"It isn't easy. I am two seconds away from pulling my hair out." Yousuf yells frustration lined up in his tone.

"Is there an error in it?" I ask

"An error?" Yousuf's voice sounded close as he climbs down the stairs,

"Ask which part of it is correct." He puts his hands on his hips, "I am on it since two days. Two days FB! And I am so done correcting all the errors, the final conclusion, whoever made this codes belongs to the streets."

"Wait, what if this is trap or something?" Hasnain asks

"I don't know dude, I don't know." Yousuf huffs and flops down on a arm chair.

"It could be, Farhan saw some code sheets on that table of the hotel, and maybe after that he is trying to trap us in something." Bilal throws the file on the table and starts pacing around,

I look at Bilal and let his words soak in,

"Yousuf." I call out, the man in question was about to fall asleep when he snapped up and sat straight, "Is your location services on?"

He furrows his eyebrows, "No, those shit takes so much battery."

I nod, "Good, now go and do your work clear all the data of these codes from your system."

He looks at me for a second then jumps to his feet and scurry off the stairs all the way muttering, "Mèrde. with a cherry on top."

I scratch my thumb over my eyebrow,

"I think we should discuss about this codes later, and for now let's plan about the plan over the blueprints of the mall."

"Your wish is my command FB." Yousuf slides down bannister of the stairs and drops the blueprints on the table.

"Everything cleared?" Hasnain asks

"Yes." Yousuf nods, "Everything clear, just like your expressions."

He gets a blank stare in return.

"Oh by the way Congo on your promotion, FB. Didn't greet you enough yesterday- I mean few hours before." Yousuf says sitting beside me,

"Ah yes of course, welcome to the married man club, my boy." Bilal pats my shoulder and takes his seat,

Times like these I really prefer none of my business shit attitude and behaviour of hasnain. He is the best here.

I look at both of them and say, "Appreciated. Now let's discuss important matters."

"Important matters. What is more important than your marriage FB? Ask us singles how we feel, you lucky goose." Yousuf points at Hasnain and him.

Hasnain stares at him blankly, Yousuf continues, "He has a different way of showing grief, but come on man don't be like this. You got married yesterday and still kept this meeting, and here I was thinking we won't be able to see you for possibly another few weeks or if we are lucky, months."

"Yeah, so you could get free day offs?" Bilal rolls his eyes, "But he is not wrong Farhan. You should spend some time with your new bride, not here like this, in meetings."

I bite the inside of my cheek, "Let's not get distracted from our task by useless conversations, now stop talking and let's work. You all here knows my mission, so let's not waste anymore of our time."

I open the blueprints and start studying it, all the while I could feel the three of them sharing concerned looks with each other, but remained silent and continued working.

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It was near dawn when we finished our meeting and finalised our strategies, after distributing everyone's task I left the main house and was about to open the door of my car when I heard Bilal calling out my name,

Jogging from the main door to my car he lifted a phone in his hand as he neared,

"You left it inside." He tosses my phone after I realise the weight of my phone was empty from my pocket,

"Thanks." I nod pocketing my phone and opened the car door again,

"Farhan, I wanted to discuss something important with you." I tapped my keys on the roof of the car, having an idea of what is about to come.

"Business related?" I ask him over my shoulder,

"No, but it is your business related."

"Then why don't you understand that you should keep your nose out of it." I bit out frustrated and regretted immediately.

"Farhan." He says firmly. "You were never like this." He sighs.

I slam the car door and turn to face him,

"Like what?"

He gestures towards me, "Like this, frustrated, agitated , isolated , talking like you are about to bite someone's head off, running from your responsibilities. Need I should count some more?"

I nodded biting the inside of my cheek,

"Yes, maybe you should go on and on."

Bilal runs a hand over his face and says in calm yet underlined agitated tone,

"You could be any of it Farhan, but now can't run away from your responsibilities."

I raised an eyebrow, slightly offended,

"Responsibilities? Pray tell what responsibilities have I avoided?" I folded my arms awaiting his answer.

"This new one which you got yesterday. You got married Farhan. And marriage is a big responsibility. You are bonded in a new relation, A father has trusted you to handover his daughter, A girl has left her home started a new life by taking your name, and here you are running away from all of it."

"And how can you tell I am running away from it? Do you know me enough for it?" I counter back.

"You won't be here if you were not running away from it." Bilal shakes his head, disappointed.

"You are not the same Farhan anymore, which I used to know." He gestures towards me, his shoulders deflated, "I knew him, but you are right. I really don't know you enough."

I pry my eyes away from him,

"Nothing is same now, Bilal. Nothing waited, Time changed, Things changed." I opened the car door again,

"And so did I."

Getting seated I slammed the door after me and looked at Bilal after rolling down the window, who was watching me the look I hated the most, pity.

He takes a deep breath and looks

around,

"Text me the details of the next meeting."

And with that he rounds around my car and gets seated in his car on my left, giving me one final nod he drives off the gate.

I rest my head on the backrest and punch the steering wheel angrily, I did what I was best at doing, make everyone disappointed.

I never wanted to be like this, I never wanted to change, but time did, it took everything from me.

And to reach my goal, it's best to be like this. My revenge would be taken, blood for blood.

Taking a deep breath I drove off from gates of main house, reminded with my oath which I took four years ago.

*_*_*_*_*_*

As I opened the door to my room, my feet halted mid-step, moderately startled I tried to frame my expression seeing the person in my room,

Ayesha was sitting on the prayer mat and her hands were in the form of making dua'a, her eyes were closed and she was mumbling something softly, she had a white shawl wrapped around her head, making her face look small and was she so fair or she had a glow on her face?

At that moment she looked so peaceful, as if whatever moment she is in, it is better than facing this world, a safe hideout, where it is just you and no one else.

How grateful is she to have a emotion like peace in her life, I try to remember what it liked to feel, but every night, every day whenever I try to find it, my brain doesn't let me.

She finished whatever she was asking for and spread her hands on her face, gets up from the mat and fold it placing on the coffee table, when she removed her shawl around her head and shook her head, her hair fell out of the bun and cascaded down on her back, I was...awestruck..?

That's nice hair, beautiful.

A memory flashed in my brain, the same girl doing the same thing with her hair few years back, and getting flustered by my stare, I remember vaguely how embarrassed she was when she ran away from me tripping on her way.

As if under the same deja vu state, she turns around and freezes when her brown eyes lock with mine, I felt my mind sway, why does this feels the same? Noticing her frozen state and wide eyes I know that feeling struck her too.

A choke gets struck in her throat and she starts coughing, whatever moment we were in, breaks and my mind register the current situation, I just came back from the main house, she saw me, I remembered something about her, and that girl is my wife now. Right.

Clearing my throat I enter the room and close the door behind me, she goes to the bedside and drinks some water to calm her cough.

"Did you went to the mosque?" I heard her asking,

I almost wanted to say no, but for good measurements I say, "Yes."

I didn't acknowledge her after that and went straight to my bed after changing my clothes, and laid down placing my arm on my eyes.

I was about to sleep when I heard her,

"Why did you went to pray at three in morning?"

My brain momentarily froze, trying to find any response, not finding any excuse I say, "None of your business."

I could feel her flinch with my eyes closed and I didn't feel even a tad bit of regret, maybe a little.

"Right. Sorry." She clipped out, for the second time today I felt guilt churn in my stomach, and like I did always, I ignored it.

The sound of balcony door sliding sliced through the silence of the room, leaving me with my thoughts and guilt to resurface again.

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