Someone like khamila

Khamila

Its being 3 days since we got here in paris, zayn being zayn and khamila still on her motive on showing him what he is missing, she still on her mission on getting her position as his wife.

Zayn pov

It's Monday morning , i woke up early and started to get ready for work , i was very pissed about what khamila has been doing throughout last week and she made my weekend a hell, she is still acting like a saint cooking breakfast lunch and dinner,laundry and all .i am starting to pity her but no she ruined my life and away everything from me , now its her turn to have a taste of her own medicine. I promised to ruin every but of her life.

I finished getting ready and like always she ironed and made my outfit ready i had no choice but to wear it because i was in a hurry, i rushed down stairs and i was welcomed with a cute smile on her face
" good morning handsome" she said flashing me a million dollar smile
I ignored her as always and headed to the door
"What about breakfast?, are you not eating?" She followed me
"Khamila please what is your problem this morning?" I asked
" nothing , its just that I can't let you go out without eating" she ran to the door and twisted the key  and held it
" look i have no time for your stupid... whatever you are doing, give me the keys"
" no way you have to eat, i can't wake up by 5 make you breakfast and leave without having a bite"
" khamila please i have a meeting and I don't want to get late, please enough of your drama, since when did you  care if i have eaten or not? please "i said
" well since the day I married you zayn quit being stubborn and eat you are getting late its 8:30 and your meeting is by 10 , driving from here is 40 mins and bef..."i cut me her in
" khamila shut up , give me ths keys or i swear..." she cuts me too
" or you will pour a bowl of soup again, oh please just sit and eat"

I had no choice but to sit and eat because i can see she is not joking about not letting me go , i have to admit her pancakes are sooo good that i ate more than I expected .

12:30
The meeting was done and i was sitting alone in the office when fahad walked in , his face clearly shows he is somewhat happy and was glowing unlike me that is always causing trouble for my marriage, urgh why am I even thinking of that
" hey bro" i said smiling at fahad
" hey " he replied cold
" so what brings you here?"
" last I checked I also work here, thanks to you" he dramatically rolled his eyes
" come on its for your own good and for jamila, there is no way you would be married and keep flying out of the country anyhow" i defended myself
" whatever , so back to why i was here, have you thought of looking for a job for khamila since she can't continue being a hostess as a married woman "
" no why?"
" seriously no? Anyway i was thinking if you can talk to charles maybe he can give her a job since she has the love for fashion "he raised an eyebrow looking at me
" oh wow , fahad tell me something? Is she my wife or yours that you can conclude things for her without my consent " i stared at him
" wait its not like i went to mr charles myself and besides khamila is my sister inlaw and a friend, bro the least you can do for this girl is job her up please " he said looking at me like a fish
" I am not talking to anybody about anyone, so if you..."he cuts he
"Okay how about i call alhaji and tell him all that has been going on since we got here, and give him the desert of you stopping her from working hmmm?" He threatened me
Fahad clearly knew that alhaji said not even a strand of hair should fall from khamila head because of me and here he is threatening me
" okay fine, and thanks for the threat and for choosing some bitch over your own br..."
" i left that behind since the day you became a monster, calling you bro is just a courtesy because calling your name disgust"
With that he walked out
I was heart broken shattered and pissed at the same time, because i never thought fahad would say something like this to me  ya sallam this girl has turned everyone against me including my favorite bro i will soo get her back for this.

Khamila p.o.v
Paris 4:30pm

I was so happy with what i did to zayn earlier in the morning, he thought he was the only one that can turn someone life a joke or worst

Zayn didn't come home and his meeting ended almost  3hours ago
I made lunch but i know he was not coming home anytime soon i made a small quantity and ate smiling and remembering the call I received from fahad earlier about me getting a job with "Estancia de belle" and i was to go for an interview on Monday next week, i was so happy and enjoying the serene atmosphere of new york, i sat in the garden after lunch munching my apple and thinking about my last three months at work it was the best and i know it was the last three months i was happy before marrying zayn. I was perfect and falling for fahad until abba decided to get me married to this monster, i dont know what i feel fir zayn, is it anger or hatered but i know none of us are at fault because abba and his friend were the root of all this thing happening in my life.i decided to play some music on my phone while i moved to the pool side and was listening to araina garande one last time, i was singing on top of my voice and enjoying my moment, just then a familiar voice interupted my moment.
"Enjoy it while it last whore"
I turned to check who it was ,my heart started beating fast and my eyes didn't want to believe what was in front of me, I opened my mouth to say something but nothing was coming out anger and sadness stole my words, i was soo angry seeing this creature in front of me, clinging to my husbands arms
"A...as...Asma?"
" zayn what is she doing here?" I added
" what does it look like she is staying here till Friday morning,anything wrong with that?" He raised an eyebrow
"Oh zayn dont tell me you have turned into a ...subahanallah I don't even want to say it, for your information she is not staying here or wallahilazim you will regret it" i snapped at him
"Baby lets go in i am soo tired" came in annoying Asma voice
"Oh yeah baby go in" mimicking her voice as i crossed my arms looking at zayn
" what are we waiting for lets go"said asma stampping her feet

Sabr khamila sabr , i kept chanting to myself
"Zayn this is no brothel that you can pick any harlot from the streets and bring here, it's either you get out of here with her or you both lose your jobs, and dear beloved husband you know i mean it" i snarled at them
Since the day i found out about Zayns weakness i choose to use it against him in any way I want, but to my suprise zayn didn't budge this time
"Lets go in babe , do your worst" he dragged asma in
My heart was filled with anger , i managed to get myself upstairs to my room,i sat down thinking of what to do.
Ya sallam i keep on hearing zayn laughing, I never heard him laugh since our marriage, since threatening zayn isn't working anymore i need to find a way out.

So habibties, I know it took me a while to update s as nd this page is soo annoying.
This is the end of this chapter, I know it took me forever to update but yeah here i am
Allah sarki my dear khamila taga takanta
Sai ga shegiya Asma'u ta taho
Toh fa what will happen with this three in thesame house....
Will khamila let her have she cane here for?
Drop your comments and i love you guys

Xoxo milarh❤️