Her Replaced Husband ✓

¶chapter twenty eight¶

She entered the room with a cup of tea. Faris was sitting on the bed watching tv. Ajwa laid a momentary glance at the screen. And she just rolled her eyes at what she just saw. There was an animal documentary being broadcasted right now and her husband was curiously watching it. His preferences were also just like how he was himself. So logical, realistic, and least dramatic. Which gave you a way to think and just enjoy the natural entertainment without caring for any drama and sensationalism.

Faris looked at her and straightened. His grey eyes again scanned her from head to toe. She didn't know why he did this. Perhaps his orbs acted as an X-ray and detected the inside of her. No doubt he was always able to understand what was going on with her.

She hushed every ridiculous thought out of her mind and reached near the bed. She placed the cup on the side table. "Your tea."

"Won't you have as well?" He asked.

She shook her head. Just as she was about to leave, he held her wrist. He stood up next to her, her hand still in his big one.

"Are you still angry?" He questioned, looking deep into her crystal brown eyes. 

Ajwa gritted her brows. "We don't have such a relationship that one has a right to get angry and the other will appease, Mr. Doctor. "

Despite the gravity of their discussion, Faris stifled a laugh when she named him like this. He remembered before their marriage, she used to call him a doctor. But now he wanted a permanent solution to this problem. He left her wrist and now cupped her cheeks, his eyes roamed all over her face before lingering on her lips. He still craved the taste of them.

"That's what I want. To have such a relationship. To become each other better halves. To understand each other and stand with one another side through every thick and thin," he murmured, stroking her skin.

At that time, she again got irritated by his logic. The attack wasn't old yet. Its wound was still new and it was more evident by the lasting touch of his lips on hers. She jerked off his hand.

Was she that bad that her husband couldn't love her? At that time, she came in self-pity; something which Javaria always asked her to not fall into. So extreme that it made her feel that she was the only one who was getting cruelty in the whole world.

"I am getting sleepy," she mumbled but this time, Faris didn't let her sneak away. He again got hold of her hand.

"Why are you doing this? Our marriage wasn't based on any commitment to love from the start. It was founded on responsibility, loyalty, and dedication. So your behavior is a bit out of my understanding. Indeed, I can't feel love for anyone now. My heart is incapable of feeling it. Yes, but I can try for you. We can focus on strengthening those parts of our marriage and bringing into it the things we both want," he asserted and then intertwined her hand in his.

Then Ajwa realized those talks were useless. He could never understand them so there was no benefit in repeating the same things over and over again.

Lifting her hand, Faris placed her hand on the left side of his chest. His heart was beating directly opposite her palm. "This is just yours. Even if it doesn't feel anything, it's still only yours."

There was no word to explain how was Ajwa feeling right now. She felt herself in the air. A while ago, she was furious at him but now it ended. This guy was capable of playing with words and it always worked in her case.

Faris leaned near to her and pressed his lips against her forehead. He had a smile on his lips when he again looked at her. This time she didn't stop him. So many things were going on in her head.