Attraction

16. His harshness

"So how did you manage to get your hands on him?" Farah asked Roshanay with a poker face. Just three of them were on the breakfast table as Moosa was having a word with Ayyan in the drawing-room, next to the dining room.

As soon as her words registered in her ears, Roshanay looked up at her and found her smirking. Her curly hairs giving her a more evil look and face caked with makeup reminded Roshanay of her uncle's only daughter, Hafsa.

Her brain put forth the propositions how to deal with such people and the best one of those were, to ignore her and she looked down again, continuing her breakfast

"What are you saying Farah?" Alizeh said, appalled at Farah's absurd question.

"What? Don't shut me up Alizeh. I know how to deal with these people," Farah told and Roshanay's grip on the fork tightened. Her words penetrated her heart.

"Are you even looking at what you're saying? My brother would mind a lot if he heard it,"

"Oh your brother?" Farah turned towards Alizeh, who was sitting beside her, "Who happens to be my fiance-to-be?"

"Fiance-to-be," Alizeh stressed, "apart from that my brother never accepted your proposal neither did he have any interest in doing that. You know that very well,"

"Yeah because this bitch came between us,"

"Are yo-"

"If you don't want me to take your hand and follow you to the doorstep of this house then shut your mouth right now, Farah," Moosa's voice boomed in the dining room and everyone went quiet. His eyes narrowed at Farah who knew what this gesture of his meant and she found her heartbeat escalating.

Having their complete attention, he spoke again, "Now if anyone dared disrespect my wife then that person would find me in their way. So better fix your actions before I fix them for you. And everyone in this house knows me very well," he announced.

Roshanay was sitting quietly on the chair just glanced for once at Farah's face and found it burning red with embarrassment. That made her bit her inner cheek to stop the smile that was forcing itself to sprawl on her lips. She was happy and thankful to both Alizeh and Moosa. Someone at least took a stand for her unlike in that brothel where she was treated worst than an animal. Where her dignity was crushed every day and every night. Where she couldn't take a stand for herself.

She was by nature quiet and mature. She had never let her anger or fury take over her just like this time. She could have answered Farah though she wanted to but she found her position in the house too weak as to talk back to someone who was welcomed warmly in the house. And the best reply to a fool is always silence, so she opted for silence.

"Roshanay," he called out at her and she slightly jumped at her place. The little bit of contentment she felt, flew out of the window as an ominous feeling crept into her heart, specifically, regarding the message she had sent by his phone.

"Yes?" She asked, standing up from her seat and turning towards her husband. "Come with me," he commanded, forwarding his hand so he could take it in hers while the other one held his phone.

Roshanay looked at his hand and then at him, feeling her heartbeat messing up.

Where was he taking her?

She placed her hand in his that appeared to be small and soft as compared to his. He wrapped his fingers around her hand and walked them towards his room. Whilst passing in front of the drawing-room, she saw Ayaan, sitting on the sofa and staring at her. She thought she was hallucinating but she did see a devious smirk on his face.

She prayed to God that no ulterior motives were going in Ayaan's mind.

"Th...ank you," she said when they entered the room and he was closing the door.