Zayn pov
It was a very cold morning, i came back home very late last night because i just we talked out to clear my head sitting by the river side, and there khamila thought i was with asma , oh like hell i want to be with her but she is in new York not flying out till after a week to Washington Dc:
I sigh and leave the bed, went to the bathroom took my shower and came out , okay Wait this is not how i left my room. It was all messed up before shower and now its all cleaned and my outfit oh my God my outfit , its well pressed and perfectly lined on my bed, shoes cleaned, and no she didn't, how dare she touch my things talk more enter my room , she will get it from me . I replaced the outfit and picked that up, the shoe and everything. Behold there she is,wait she look more different than i saw her last night , she is wearing a grey silk dress, her turban perfect makeup and a cute smile on her face, I felt an energy pulling me towards her my legs couldn't let me control them anymore and step after step I went closer to her, oh Allah she is very pretty
" Like what you see?" She snapped me out of my thoughts
" like i care, who gave you the permission to go to my room, touch my things talk more of cleaning my room with your filthy hands." I gently shouted more like whispering
" uhmmm last i check, i am khamila zayn Mazawaje, so I have every right ."
" oh no you don't, and take this." I threw the shoe and outfit on her face didn't care it will mess her makeup
" I knew you would do this when you come out, thats why i ironed the one you are wearing and habibi you look good, i sure got a taste ." She said winking
Ya Allah she is soo beautiful
" habi...what ?look babygirl, my room is a no go area for you. Do you understand?" I said looking straight into her eyes.
Every attempt i take on hurting her i see a new side of her beauty, her eyes were sparkling ya Allah i cant hold it anymore
" okay honey, first come eat, i made your favorite, kidney pepper soup and also made macrooni with liver sauce ." She said happilyShe pulled me and like a fool i followed, whats wrong with me, she sitted me on the dining area and served me then went away to the living room and sat there.
Just then a heat of anger slapped my face the audacity to control me seriously." Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" She shouted as i empty the bowl of soup on her face
" what have you done zayn, Amiii, jamila,fahaddddd" she shouted again
Her eyes were clearly burned and I enjoyed seeing her in pain i smirked and walked out to the parking lot, i sighted fahad and jamila running to my apartment as i drove my Gmc out of the house.Khamila pov
Zayn is one heartless man he poured a hot, peppered soup very hot soup on my face and all the hot sauce in my eyes I almost thought i will go blind, until fahad and jamila came to my rescue and took me to the hospital for treatment
My eyes were all red and puffy, I cried my soul out not because of the pain but because of what zayn did to me today, he is soo heartless ya rabbi." how are you feeling?" Came jamila voice
" i am fine." I said giving her a faint smile
" I don't know when zayn became this heartless, ya Allah once Alhj finds out he is done for Wallahi, the power he has , the position he has in this company will be gone , and I promise i am tell alhj right away this is wickedness."said fahad
" No fahad, its all my fault, I shouldn't have provoked him." I said crying
" provoked? Provoked him you say? You are his wife meela am."jamila said to me
" I am calling abba this instant Wallahi just a day and he burned out your eyes" fahad snapped
" No fahad, please don't, i am fine that's all we care right, I know he will surely come around." I said begging them
" khamila i am very sorry,i am sooo sorry this is all my fault, ya Allah had it been i sticked to the plan non of this would have happened!!" Jamila cried
" jamila please, and you would have been in my place with burning eyes, no I dragged you and fahad into this, its all because of my selfish plan and very stupid thinking, i am soo sorry, I don't want you guys to ruin your honeymoon because of me, please" i held her hands
" No khamila, we are your only family here so please stop saying this" fahad said
"I think its better you stay away from him for the time being" jamila said looking at me
" No jamila, he wants to play, we start the game now, his weak point is Alhj and hajiya's anger I know how to play my cards now"
" are you sure you can do this" fahad asked
" more than ever fahad, if he thinks a bowl of soup will stop me then hell no , i will earn every bit and all part if his life, he will cone begging I promise you."
" okay fine be careful" fahad said
"I need just one more help from you fahad"
" okay what is that"
" do you have any connections with any clothing brand, or any company here in paris?"
" yeah i have a lot of friends here why?"
" i need a new job , i cant continue the stewardess job anymore because i don't want asma any where close to me and I think its best if you guys move to the next house across the street"
"But why habibty?" Jamila asked worried
" I think its best please do it for me?" I pouted
" you look like a tomato you know" fahad joked and we laughed" yeah a cute tomato you know, so what do you say?" I turned to jamila
" okay fine we will move out but only if you promise you will call and check on us every day and you will update us on everything i mean everything."
" ay ay captain" i said and we laughedWe stayed a while in the hospital till i was discharged,
Fahad and jamila moved to their new home its a bad thing for me but I don't want to ruin their stay in parisI was back home 3 hours ago i made coffee and made dinner again waiting for the consequences .
"Mr zayn Ameer here i come just wait and watch how i will make you love me then leave ,you incompetent bastar*"
I said to my self sighting his car coming in to the compound.Hey darlings
Here comes the end of this chapter too!!
How dare zayn!! I mean khamila has a very strong heart and willI am starting to love this new drama
Wifey role 🤔 huh!!
Can someone please get me a husband (😂😂💔)
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