Love Means Sacrifice

Ch. 77: HIStory

Author's Note

Hello everyone! We are heading towards the end of LMS. I think there'll be about two or three chapters more. Thank you for reading this far! 💖💕

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Mehwish's P.O.V.

While I couldn't see him from the kitchen because he was still laying down on the couch, Murad's groan indicated that he was awake.

"Good morning," I greeted him while whisking some eggs.

He sat up, gripping his head, "Sh*t."

"You must be hungover. After you brush your teeth, have some breakfast then take some painkillers. You'll feel better."

"How do you know about that? I didn't take you for an alcoholic, wifey. Is that what you do when I'm not here? Drink?" he snickered.

A smile tugged on my lips as I remembered how cute Zahid was when he was drunk and how we had breakfast together the morning after before giving him medicine.

I cleared my throat and answered quietly as he went to the bathroom, "I saw it in movies."

Was this the right opportunity to read the file?

I began walking towards the couch but froze when he stepped out of the bathroom.

He studied my face intently.

"I-I-," my eyes fell on his luggage on the ground, "Did you take your, uh, toothbrush?" I choked out.

His eyes didn't leave my face as he spoke slowly, "That's what I came out to grab."

I nodded.

Murad picked up the file from the couch and stuffed it into the bag before taking out his toothbrush and toothpaste.

UGH! Now what? He'd possibly hear me unzip the bag or catch me in the act. When could I read it?!

Soon after, Murad sat down across from me at the dining table in front of his plate of eggs, toast, and hashbrowns.

He reached forward with his left hand to grab the carton of orange juice but softly hissed in pain as he tried wrapping his fingers around it.

I stood up and took the carton from him, pouring some juice into his cup. His eyes followed my every move.

"You should change it later," I said, sitting back down.

He continued staring with slightly tense eyebrows.

I elaborated, "Your gauze."

No response.

I proceeded to eat silently.

Once we both finished, I washed both of our plates. When I turned around from the sink, he stood right in front of me, towering over me.

His eyes were now filled with contempt.

"Stop it, Mehwish," he snarled.

My mouth became dry, "I-I-"

"Stop it. I don't need your concern."

"Y-your hand is inju- I was just trying t-"

"I'll manage. I've managed alone thus far."

He twisted my arm behind my back, "Ever since I was a kid, I took care of my own wounds, I bandaged all my cuts. I didn't make the slightest noise when I skinned my knee after falling off my skateboard in middle school. I wanted everyone to see that I wasn't as weak as they thought I was. No one knows how many scars I have."