ENAMOUR LOVE

Chapter 12.

AMYRAH.

It's been a month now and I got really busy in studies. Yes, it's a month now that I got married and Alhamdulillah no one knows anything other than his friend.

He said I can trust him and even said he trusts him with his life so, yes I'm not afraid now that the things might leak but the fear was constant in my life.

Whenever I look at my parents I feel like I'm betraying them, that they deserve so much better like they always say. Maybe they are right they don't deserve a daughter like me.

I really wanted to tell them everything but the thought itself made my soul shiver. They will never understand this, they will blame me for everything. They will say that it was my fault to even step there or that I shouldn't have gone to the sports week.

Sports week.

How can I forget it, I secured second place in the running race for my Uni and third in badminton. I even got selected for the dodgeball and want to participate in it but that someone didn't let me.

He is such a kaminey insaan.

He is your husband Amyrah.

I rolled my eyes at this subconscious of mine. What if he is my okay, whatever. He didn't have the right to blackmail me in not playing. He literally said 'If I see you playing that damn game, I'll be waiting for you in your parents house'. Yes his words.

"Mohtarma, are you thinking about me?" His voice startled me and I looked up at him. "Or shall I say cursing me."

That. That cocky smirk, that disheveled hair with that few strands covering his forehead, that one perfectly raised brow and that amusement and teasing glint dangling in those dark charcoal orbs.

Ughhh!!! He is the definition of handsome kamina. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and tilted his head to his side with his eyes completely fixed on me not wavering even for a second.

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head. Yes, I did roll my eyes at him and instead of getting angry and throwing a fit that I'm such a brat, he grinned. He never made that a big deal instead he laughs or teases me back but never got angry at me.

I find this strange comfort in him but I still keep my distance, I'm not used to this attention nor the care and softness he reflects in his eyes. He is totally opposite to my family and with the gentleness and respect he talked to me on the very first day is still the same.

He hasn't changed, yet.

I gave the bread to cotton and sat on the bench beside him of course with a distance. As usual after the end of my classes I often come here to feed cotton and he is aware of it and from past one month he too joins me. It has become our routine now.

"Have you thought about it?" His tone turned into a serious one, it scares me and it makes me think that he might change as well.

"I don't want that please understand it." My voice came in a whisper.

"I can't understand it, aap samjha dein." (Make me understand). His tone was soft and from the corner of my eyes I could see his eyes were fixed on me like usual.

"Mujhe uski zarurat nahi." (I don't need it).

"Lekin mujhe toh hai." (But I do).

"Mujhe phone dilwane se aap ka kya faida hai?" (How is it useful to you if you buy me a phone?).

"Mera hi toh faida hai." (It is so useful to me).