Her Replaced Husband ✓

¶chapter one¶

It was a bright day of summer. The sun was on its full display. The heated breeze was swaying around causing everyone's sweat glands to hyperfunction. The bird on the trees were chirping and the animals on the land were panting due to the hot temperature. Yet the kids playing in the thin street didn't have any trouble with their sweaty bodies and immense warmth.

They were running, laughing, squealing, and shouting at each other. Everything was fine until one of the children knocked his bat harshly on the ground and hit the even younger kid acting as an umpire. The latter also slapped the former and both started crying.

There was havoc going on here when the dark brown gate on the far left opened and everyone turned silent noticing the person who came out. The kids knew that in front of this individual, they were nothing.

She was a petite girl wearing a knee knee-length yellow floral shirt and white loose trousers. A yellow dupatta was wrapped around her neck. Her hair was tied nicely in a bun with the bangs on her forehead making her look cute and innocent. But every child here was aware of the fact that what was seen was a deception. She was the total opposite of what she used to show.

She was literally scowling at them with features so soft and sweet. Wasn't it too contrary?

The girl stood a few steps away from them and placed her hand on her hip. "What's going on? Why there is so much noise? I was sleeping but you guys were so loud."

"Api, we were playing but these two started fighting," a thin, lean kid who seemed older than all of the children here spoke. He inferred she would be able to sort out everything as she always did. She mostly acted as a referee in such conditions for them.

She raised a brow and regarded the two culprits; one still crying and the other wiping tears off his red face. "Why?"

"He hit me first. He slapped me on my ear," the kid who acted as Empire mumbled.

"He is lying. He started it first. He wrongly gave me out. He is always with Team Blue," the batsman kid snapped back.

"No, you are lying. I am neutral," the other kid also wasn't letting his walls down.

"Neutral, my foot!" The batsman again ran to hit but the girl acted first and interrupted him.

"Stop this. Umer, you tell me what exactly happened?" She turned towards the guy who was the captain of Team Red.

"Okay so after hearing from both sides, I have decided that Azam wasn't out on that ball and Mustafa will throw that ball again," she concluded, rubbing her hands together.

As Umar said, Mustafa tossed a no-ball earlier and the majority of Team Blue and Team Red players agreed to this, so that was her final verdict.

"Now, no fighting boys. And after this game, all of you go back to your homes." She raised a finger in their direction. All of them nodded in sync. They were impressed by her judgment, heroism, and intelligence.

"Ajwa Api is great!" She heard one of the kids shouting this on her way back to her home and a corner of her lip rose in a smirk.

She flipped her hand in the air towards the boys impishly. She had always been like this. So upright and vocal about goodness. She couldn't see wrong and unfair. Her skin felt like gashing and her veins filled with rage whenever she saw anyone being irrational. She was outspoken and bold; a trait due to which she was often labeled as arrogant and a brat by elders.

As Ajwa entered her house, she groaned finding her father's car on the porch. Meant he was back. Another period of humiliation, dispute, and arguments.

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He stood beside the window of his office with a cup of warm coffee in his hand. From here, he could see the fascinating and beautiful greenery of the countryside. A smile stuck on his lips. He always found this verdure soothing to his eyes and having a calm effect on his heart. Part of the reason why he loved to work in a rural place. He admired the people here since his late mother belonged here. Besides, he anyhow found his heart linked with farm life. Everything about it was serene.