Kaabil

19. RULE #2

Murtasim

Haya's Grandma and Uncle sat across from me, while Maa Begum and Anwar Chacha were on my left. They demanded Haya to come down so they could go their merry way, but something was not fitting my eye.

I ensured Haya did not find out about her family sitting in our lounge. Thanks to Maryam. My sister took it upon herself to take Haya out of the house.

"Please, Maa begum. We are on a tight schedule; ask Haya to come down." Haya's uncle spoke. His tone was rather harsh. Something I don't seem to understand. What's their motive for being eager?

Not giving me a chance to answer, my beautiful wife walked into the room. Her heels clinking on the marble floor echoed through the room. Her head held high while she ran her fingers through her hair.

The thought of doing the same to her crossed my mind, along with many inappropriate thoughts. The need to feel her, want her, has grown too much to surpass it. I wonder if the rest of her body is as sweet as her lips and boobs. My need to be with my wife has been high since we married. But it's been unbearable now. I need to touch, kiss, and make her mine. Just a thought of Meerab underneath me hardens my cock, even with the audience in the room. I'm getting a boner.

My wife sat beside me. Her legs tilted with her hands in her lap. I couldn't take my eyes off her hands and wrists. It had been a while since Meerab started donning herself with accessories. Rings and bangles. Light makeup yet bold colors. My hands itched to grab her wrist and trace her wedding ring. The same one I had customarily crafted for her.

She greeted the guest.

"Sorry. I was late. I regret to inform you that Haya won't be joining you." Meerab announced and sat back casually.

"Why?" Haya's grandma asked.

"Auntie, I need Haya here. She was being childish to disturb you. But now I have taken the matter into my own hands."

"Who are you to make decisions for her?" Haya's uncle spoke in an evil voice.

How dare he talk to my wife in that manner? Clutching my hand, I almost jumped out of my seat.

Mama showed me her palm and then turned to Haya's Uncle. "Watch your tone. You are talking to my daughter. She is the new Khaani, and you are to respect her. If Meerab has decided against Haya's decision, no one can stop her."

I, once again, tried to speak, but Chacha Jaan interjected. "Don't forget you are living off of our money. My sister's money. If you ever again raise your voice at any of my daughters, you can go fuck yourself off."

Meerab took a sharp inhale and met my gaze. Her eyes softened, and she blinked a few times. Probably not believing her father's words.

Haya's grandmother stopped her son from speaking any further. "Maa Begum, I wish for my granddaughter to be married soon. We have decided she will be my youngest son's daughter-in-law. That's why we hope to take Haya back."

I knew it. In the years of Haya staying with us, this woman never once sought her, and now, all of a sudden, she wants Haya back. It seemed Mama also felt the same way; she nodded at me.

"Sorry, Auntie. I regret to inform you that Haya is to be married to my business associate. We have talked about it for years, and as a matter of fact, I will invite them this week for a proper ceremony."

Meerab smirked and clutched my hand, "I can send you the invitation as well." I smiled at her. My wife somehow always knew what to say and when to tell it. "And please, I don't want our Haya to understand how selfish her family is. If possible, don't show up to her engagement."