Sultan:Her Wanted Husband (18+)✓

(⁠ ⁠･ั⁠﹏⁠･ั⁠)Separation?(⁠ ⁠･ั⁠﹏⁠･ั⁠)

She had cried herself to sleep.

When Mishti woke up, Gulbahar was still asleep. It was quite late. She sat like that for a moment before sighting a piece of paper placed on the table under the paperweight. It read,Be ready at 6 sharp in the evening. We will be going somewhere. I have a gift for you in the cupboard. Do check it."

Instantaneously, a smile took its place on her love-shaped face. When did he do it? She looked to check and found a gift box. She was going to open it when Jubaida Begum made an entry. She immediately hid it inside the cupboard, but the shrewd woman already saw the box wrapped in a colorful ribbon.

The old woman barked, "Have you decided that you will not do any housework?"

Mishti fumbled, "Ji bua-."

"Don't call me bua! Don't even dare to establish any relationship with me. You can work it on others but not on me." Her words were spewing venom. Mishti was feeling helpless under her attacking attitude. The poor girl had no knowledge why she was being treated like an inferior by Jubaida. "Your husband is working out there, and you are sleeping peacefully? I thought I heard you used to slave for your stepmother, so what happened after coming here? Asman mein char chaand dekh liya? Par nikal aye hain na? At least be grateful and try to be a good daughter-in-law."

She had the golden chance to torment Mishti. She was going to torment her to that extent that would force her to leave Sultan. Unfortunately, that day Shama had to go for her routine checkup for some health issues. Aaliyah had gone to her NGO. The mansion had only her, Abid, and that vicious lady. Jubaida Begum wished to torture Mishti, and for that she ordered the servants to take a leave for that day.

"Go and prepare breakfast. Make aloo Paratha for me. Then do all the chores. Clean the house and wash the rooms. I have lots of clothes in the laundry. Wash them well. Then make me lunch. In lunch, make me biriyani. Then you will make the dinner. In dinner, make me sahi pulao korma. Also, don't forget to do the dishes. Go."

Mishti nodded her head and hurried up to do the work. Little Abid then came to her, "Micchi, I am hungry. I asked for food, but she scolded me away and even took my TV remote." He started wailing. She kneeled down, pulling him in a comforting hug and rubbing his back.Ale lele... don't cry, bacha. Tell me, What do you want to eat? Should I make you some cereals?"

"I want to eat some Maggie. I am very hungry, micchi."

"Wow, just 2 minutes, baby. I will make you some tasty, tasty Maggie. Did you bathe?"

He shook his head in denial. She helped him to take a shower. Jubaida was watching some daily soap and laughing her ass off shamelessly. Mishti quickly fed Abid and busied himself in sketching. Then she went to prepare aloo Paratha for the woman. Mishti was kind of used to doing chores. But it was a bit difficult for her to make three different dishes at three different times.

She boiled the potatoes in one hand and kneaded the dough in the other. But she was tired; it was hectic. She wanted to rest. When Sultan came to pick her up, she was fast asleep. His footsteps broke her nap as she woke up groggily. "Welcome home, Sultanji."

He noticed the tiredness clouding on her face. "What's wrong? Were there extra classes in college today?"

"Ummphhno. I couldn't go to college today."

"What do you mean? Are you sick?"

"No.She hesitated to speak. He understood something was wrong. He checked the house CCTV, and his mood blasted. But for that moment, he kept his anger suppressed. He was angry at her for trying to keep it to herself.