HER HUSBAND [A STRANGER IN HER HEART]

Chapter thirteen

Farha's POV.
It was time for Fajr and I didn't want Aadil to come wake me up so I got out of bed and into the washroom to go perform my ablution.

Soon I was done and coming out of the washroom, I spotted Aadil already on my bed.

Memories of the previous day and the past months rushed through my spine and I could feel how much I had already missed my husband. I wish he never lied to me. I wish we were never apart for something that seemed like two months.

I wish we were just so cool and have been cool. I badly wanted my husband back, I wanted to hug him, kiss him and be in his arms all day, but what he did to me, lying about loosing his memory, I can't put that behind me easily and he will have to pay.

"What are you doing in..."

"So you woke up for Fajr all by yourself?"
I started and Aadil cut me short.

"Aadil, what are you doing here now? What do you want again?" I replied with a question.

"Oh really Farha, are you still putting on an act? Or you're proving it as a fact that you've truly lost your manners? I've only come here to wake you up for Fajr and is this how you greet your husband early in the morning?" Aadil sounded disappointed.

"You can see that I've woken up on my own and I'm preparing for Fajr now already. So can you please get out of my bed and leave?" I said putting on an angry face and I didn't miss splashing him water with my wet hair as I tied it into a bun.

"Point of correction Farha, you didn't wake up on your own, Allah woke you up. And what is all these attitude all about again? I already apologized for my mistake and I don't want to believe that you're still upset." He was now upset a bit and he stood up coming closer to me until we were an inch apart.

"Farha when will you change?" I gasped as he grasped me by my shoulder and was protruding me back and forth.

Now it's my turn.

"Farha when? When for Allah's sake?" He was sounding so furious and and his pink lips was looking so much brighter and lovely. He himself, looking very handsome.

Oh my! What a beaut this my husband is? Even while angry, he still looks this handsome, so much beautiful and I loved that look. So I decided to make him more angry.

Before he could say another word, I released myself from his grip and pushed him to the bed but on turning back to leave the bedside to a somewhat far distance, I wasn't fast enough as he was quick to get hold of my hand and I lost my balance at once.

Now we were both on top of eachother and I was , practically, i started to stare at the easy-on-the-eyes man who called himself my husband. We were both staring at each other and I was smiling. Foolishly

He also smiled back and I fell for that smile. "Oh my Gosh! He's damn handsome" my stupid mind thought.

This man will be the end of me, my promise in particular.

In no time, I completely lost myself and I was now stroking Aadil's hair with my fingers. I guess he wasn't so comfortable with me lying on him and so he tried adjusting his position but that only compounded the situation.

I was leaning on my hand earlier but as he tried adjusting himself, I fell, my chest lying flat against his and my heart skipped a beat.

Aadil's POV.
I felt so uncomfortable as Farha laid flat on me, and I could feel her heart beat, my breathing heavy and slowing down. I wanted to tell her to get off me or push her off me but it seemed like she wanted to be in that position and I didn't want my anger to get a hold of me, so I let her be.