Zaarib's pov
I damp my nape with the towel while running my fingers through my now dry hair. I look around in search of my grumpy woman who must me sulking like a kid while crying in the corner.
"Inaya?" I softly call out the girl whose presence is not visible to my eyes. Where did this girl go?
I open the closet to see if she is hiding there cause whenever she wants to cry she hides in the closet or under the bed when I see only clothes and bags I get down on my knees to look under the bed.
"Where did she go? Gosh she really loves to test my patience" While mumbling to myself I flop on the bed feeling frustrated with myself for yelling at her.
I stretch my arm to take my phone which is on the nightstand "Inaya is such a trouble" I mumble before punching her number.
A gasp leaves my lips and I hold my heart when some stupid song starts bursting right beside my ear. I shut my eyes close feeling irritated as hell.
Gosh I need to calm my veins, it's on the edge of popping out.
I breath out to calm my anger while throwing my phone carelessly on the bed. I sit up to rest my head on the headboard of the bed with my arm under my head and close my eyes to relax myself.
But soon I open my eyes when I hear the door being open and the troublesome brat silently tiptoes inside when she finds my figure laid on the bed but stops like a statue when she sees my eyes penetrating into her's.
She lets out an awkward cough still in those wet clothes she stands there looking all effected by my glare.
Her weight shifting from one leg to another uncomfortably and nervously, she discreetly looks at me but quickly looks down when our eyes meet.
"Where did you go?" The question automatically flies out of my mouth as I up, she is still in those wet close which had me rubbing my temples, can't she for once not act like a kid and take care of herself?!
To annoy me more and to force me to buy blood pressure tablets she stands there without replying but rolls her eyes.
"Inaya I asked you something" she holds her hands together tightly feeling cold in the wet dress since the cooler is on, so I take the remote to turn off the Air-conditioner.
She still like a stubborn brat stays quiet and me being the patience king wait for her to reply while looking at her.
"Inay--" she cuts me off with a scoff "What is it? I have liberty to talk, walk and do whatever I want. So Stop questioning me always your not my father and stop being so irritating for once Zaarib! You're acting like my teacher and I hate this! You were not so annoying before Zaarib!" she rudely speaks on my face and I only look at her with shock.
I was just worried about her. Is it wrong to get worried? Is my worry being portrayed as a desperate and irritating person here.
Maybe I was acting a little over. But I was just worried.
"I-yeah" I nod clearing my throat but lay back on the head board and for some reason my heart is clenching really hard and her words hit me right on the correct spot where it hurts.
YOU ARE READING
A Pretty Lie ✔️
Romance'Every boy is a player, Until... He meets his true one' ... "Come on Inaya! You just have to pretend" he whines trying his best to convince the girl. "Pretending also comes under the category of lying" he rolls his eyes till the back of his head if...
