His Imposed Wife

Chapter No 40

She answered the call expressionlessly, but inside her heart was beating so fast.
"Hello," she said.
"I am coming to get you, where are you?" he said more like an order.
"Roman, I am going home with Uncle Imran," she lied.
"Dad is out of town for his work assignment," his flat tone echoed through the phone's speaker. She stared at the phone for a while.
"Mr. Arrogant," she muttered and hung up the phone.
Roman stared at the phone but he heard her last words.
He dialled Sara's phone.
"Hey, Roman, what made you call me at this moment?" asked Sara from the other side.
He chuckled.
"Don't flatter yourself," he said, irritated. He heard her laugh on the phone. "I need a Favor," he said.
"Whoa, famous Roman, need my Favor," she said, smiling.
"Saira, it's serious," he said.
"Okay, Okay, I am listening," she said.
"A someone whenever I try to talk to they piss me off," he said in the last sentence, annoyed.
There was an awkward silence from Sara's side, for a while he thought she hung up on him but the next moment he heard her explode in laughter.
"Saira?" he asked, annoyed.
"Sorry, Sorry, the infamous Roman is asking me how to pursue somebody to come with him. Me? Gravely? Roman, what is it with you, since when do you need to ask someone to bring someone to bed?" she asked, laughing but her last sentence hit his head making him red in anger.

"Saira, do you think this is much lower for me? Do you think it's all about bed?" he asked, angrily.
Sara stopped laughing in a second.

"I never expected this from you," he said, annoyed. He was unable to determine why he was feeling offended, Saliha is his wife, and there is nothing bad about getting intimate with her.

"But she will be the last woman I will sleep with," he thought.

"Listen, Roman, I didn't mean to hurt you, I know you since we were in school, As much as I know you, you only care about one thing in the matter of love and that's sex," said Sara, touching the boundary of reality.
Roman took a deep breath. Sara was not lying, this is who he was, he never believed in love.

Sara and him have been friends since school and he shares everything with her but this was the truth he never wanted to tell anyone because he hates Saliha as well and the roots were somewhere attached to Saliha's past.

"And how do they offend you or piss off you?" asked Sara while raising an eyebrow.

"I told her not to go with that, that jerk Kashan outside but she did, she even danced with that random guy, that made me crazy, I hate her but I can't tolerate her behaviour," he said angrily.

"Wait, conflict guy, decide you hate her or love her?" asked Sara, annoyed. "And the reasons you are telling me is obvious you are being a jerk without any reasons, you should not be this much possessive, she got her own life," said Sara.
Roman sighed.

"I hate sharing," he said under his breath.

"Sara, where are you, I am waiting," he heard a deep voice behind her. "Coming honey, okay Roman, I need to go," she said.

"Wait, what should I do?" he asked, instantly.

"Try to be nice, from your conversation," she said.
She hung up the phone. He stared at the road.

"Nice?" he said under his breath.

"Roman, you have to do it, if you want what you want," he muttered.

He was driving while listening to soft music.

Nowadays, even romantic lyrics were giving him anger shots.

He remembers the night when she fell asleep beside him while holding his hand.

He changed the song, now he was on the road that was near to the college entrance.
He dialled her number again but she did not answer.