𝐄𝐇𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐒 - essence of love

23 : I'm not yours, she says

It's a double update, so do check out chapter 22 before heading here.

— ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧ Rayyan's Pov :

i don't know if I should hate Kamil for all the things that happened to dr sehmat, oh I mean Sehmat! or I should be grateful to him that he made it easier for me to get her?

well, I don't really think she likes me from the way she shoots glares at me, she's all grumpy and annoyed with my presence but I don't know what's go into me that I feel happy and giddy that She's married to me instead of that brat Kamil. I'm seriously getting insane.

Did I ever wished to marry her? honestly no, because my thoughts never went over there but when destiny collided me and dropped me in a marriage with the only girl I've ever liked, a soft, delicate girl with mesmerising green orbs, average height, a clumsy personality with a kind heart. Shouldn't I be grateful?

As I woke up, I saw myself in bed with Sehmat beside me. She was turned to the other side, with her hair falling on her face. The sunlight was streaming through the huge glass window, making her squirm in her sleep.

I lifted my head and looked at her, taking in all her sleepy features. Her light pink makeup was still on her face, slightly smudged. Her cherry brown hair covered her milky neck, while she was still wearing her white and golden lehenga.

she looked adorable than ever and I couldn't resist the urge to tuck her hair behind her ear, but I resisted it. I don't want to repeat my mistake of touching her without her consent no matter what! I've already messed up once for which she's definitely gonna hate me now.

After stealing one final glance at her peaceful sleeping form, I hopped out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. I took a refreshing shower and then picked out my casual attire: a sky blue T-shirt and dress pants. Once I dried my hair, I sprayed on some cologne before heading to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

I'm usually a reserved person, and I enjoy staying in my own bubble, having my house all to myself! That's why I haven't hired any butler, chef, or maid for my penthouse.

Even though I'm a billionaire, I actually like doing my own laundry, cooking food, and cleaning my penthouse. It might sound crazy, but that's just how I roll.

I headed towards the kitchen to prepare breakfast for me and my wife. Well that word is too strange for me and sends down tingling feelings inside my nerves.

my phone buzzed before I could even start, it was my dad! My mind started clicking with thoughts as I realised many things suddenly.

I.got.married.without.my.parents.consent.

I'm so dead now!

Gulping I picked up the call, " hello dad" I say.

"The audacity you have to say hello! How the heck did you get married in Canada without even bothering to inform your parents? Were you that desperate, Rayyan? I mean, seriously, your mom cooked so many dishes for you and was excited about her son coming back home, all healed but little did we know..." My dad started yelling through the screen.