HER HUSBAND [A STRANGER IN HER HEART]

Chapter Fifteen

Farha's POV cont'd.
I and Danish moved to another table and I couldn't just help but stare at him as the memories we previously shared were flowing through me.

He hasn't really changed at all, still handsome and manly but both can't be compared to that of Aadil.

Aadil is the only best Godly created man that I've ever met.

And why am I even thinking about him now. Argh! He's got me crazy.

My mind recalled him leaving the restaurant and I couldn't just help but felt bad that he left me.

"It's no big deal actually, if he has actually left me, them no qualms, Danish will take me home" I assured myself.

"Hey babe" Danish snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Yes" I was expressionless.

"So tell me, how did you end up with that bullshit of a guy" He gritted the words out of his teeth and my demeanor changed immediately.

"Cut the crap Danish, he's my husband" I heard myself mouth those words and Danish raised his brows.

Did I really just fought for Aadil?

"Yes yak" My mind replied.

"It's a long story Danish, I just..."

"What about us?" He cut short my words.

Us??

"Danish us? That's not possible. I have my husband now and remember you were the one that left. You never informed me when you wanted to travel abroad and just like that you disappeared. Then my parents actually planned my marriage and who was I to reject their decision? I just had to give in and better, we both are doing fine..."

"...But you know what Danish?" I was now wearing a mischievous smile.

"Tell me" he was quite interested

"I promised to make his life hell. Cause he had to arranged marriage plus he's Pakistani" I didn't know why I revealed that to him but I seriously just can't keep any secret from Danish, he's the only man I feel free with most times.

And guess what...? Danish's mood lightened immediately.

"We'll do that together" I heard him say while he landed a kiss on my right cheek and I was too shocked to respond.

"You know Farha, you're still as beautiful as ever, and I won't let you go easily" he said to my utmost dismay.

He really meant this?

"Now let's get you home, since your so called husband left you on your own" He stood and pulled me out of my seat as well.

He hasn't changed still.

We got to the restaurant's parking lot and I was surprised or rather say I was shocked to see that our car was still parked at the same spot.

I absentmindedly left Danish's side and moved closer to see that Aadil was indeed seated in the car, he was listening to some reciters I didn't know, Qur'an recitation.

"You haven't left?" It was supposed to come out as a whisper but He heard me clear.

"And you thought I would leave you to come home by yourself? Seems like you've forgotten your place in this society" he said calmly and my mind flashed to the paparazzi.

What if I had actually left with Danish, and we happen to come across the Media? That would have caused a torn in our marriage and it could even earn Aadil a great deal of punishment from his parents.