Her Replaced Husband ✓

¶chapter twenty¶

After talking to Ayesha and Javaria, Ajwa recalled that the whole gist of their conversation was that she should stop being pessimistic and make things less complicated for her. And she wasn't a child not to understand the hidden meanings. They wanted the best for her. But she was sad that neither of them ever tried to put themselves into her shoes.

She discovered that Faris had saved his number in her new phone as well. It made her stiff. She couldn't believe she kept on making herself incline towards him more and more despite knowing that he couldn't give her what she needed the most. This marriage was just an obligation for him. He would have acted this way to any girl who would become his wife.

Perhaps she would have acted upon her mother's advice and accepted this marriage if Faris wouldn't have deprived of this vital ingredient of a relationship. After all, she was not a stone.

Getting irritated by everything, she walked into the kitchen where the old man was perhaps cooking lunch. It was already twelve and yesterday, Faris came home at around one thirty.

"Bibi G, do you need anything?" He implored as he stopped doing what he was up to.

Ajwa shook her head. "What are you cooking today?"

"Chinese rice. Faris Saab's favorite dish," he informed, perhaps more than what was asked. "You tell me Bibi G, what do you want to eat?"

"What else he likes?" She ignored his last line.

"He eats anything. He isn't a picky or choosy person. But he likes less spicy food. You can say he is a bit of a health freak. He can eat anything as far as his health isn't getting compromised," Khan Baba replied as a smile reached his eyes, now cutting the vegetables for the rice.

"For how long you have been living with him?" She picked a piece of carrot and eat it.

"I took care of him and Faraan Saab since they were newborns. I was their mother's servant and after her death, I was the one who looked after Faris Saab the most," he told her.

"How did his mother die?"

Khan Baba suddenly stopped and his lips turned into a thin line. He knew the apparent reason that Burak's second marriage made her die but he couldn't just tell Faris's wife the half truth and half lie as a servant. It wasn't in his domain.

He took the julienne-cut vegetables and added them to the heated oil to stir-fry them. "She had cancer. May she rest in peace."

"Oh, I am so sorry to hear that. Faris would be very young at that time. Right?" She mumbled.

Khan Baba sighed and nodded. "Both the twins were just eleven years old."

She suddenly felt bad for Faris. He lost his mother at such a young age. And then even got a stepmother. Who knew Raima used to be harsh with him? Possibly that was the reason he was so bitter with her.

Then she made a dessert. A sweet fruit trifle. At home, she loved preparing sweet dishes. She used to try new and unique things every time. Since here she had nothing else to do, so she decided to cook one.

She didn't expect Faris to distinguish the change of taste when he took a bite of the trifle.

"It doesn't taste like what Khan Baba would make," he muttered, taking another spoonful and then chewing it more diligently to make a difference more.

Ajwa was biting her lower lip in anticipation of what would be his reaction to the first thing she cooked. Whether he would like it or not.

Then his gaze landed on her and the way she left her meal to see his response, explained everything. "Looked like someone made a sweet dish for me from her gorgeous hands."