His Imposed Wife

Chapter No 61

After a half-hour shower, she put on a bathrobe and walked out of the shower. She walked towards the wardrobe to get a fresh pair of clothes when she felt as if someone was staring at her. Her heart dropped and she closed her eyes in disappointment.

"No, No, this can't be," she muttered and turned.

Roman was sitting on the bed and looking at her poker face.

"Roman, look away," she said, instantly.

He got up and slowly walked towards her. "What are you up to?" she asked, shocked. He was walking slowly towards her.

He stared at the blue bathrobe she was wearing. He brought his lips near to her earlobe.

"Looking like a bottle of fresh blueberry, and I want to drink it very badly," he said in a whisper. His voice indicated all of his emotions.

She turned bright red and pushed him aside. He took a few steps back and chuckled.

"Do you want me to eat?" she asked in a daring tone. He raised an eyebrow.

"Is that thread?" he asked.

She crossed her arm around her chest. "Yes," she said.

"You know how I take thread as," he said in a deep voice.

"Turn around I need to change," she said, exhausted.

He shrugs.

"You look like a wild cat with these expressions," he said in a deep huskier voice and her heartbeat fast.

"Roman, are you turning or not?" she asked.

"You are my wife, I can see you," he said. It was the first time he accepted in front of her that she was his wife.

Her heart was about to explode. Emotions were dancing in her eyes. "What? Did I hit a nerve?" he asked.

She was staring at him, angrily.

"Roman, I don't like all this," she said. He stared at her for a while.

She was shying.

He never saw any girl shying like this; all the girls he was with were always shameless creeps.

He turned towards the balcony.

"Call me when you are done," he said. She took a deep breath.

After a while, she called him. He walked inside and there was cig in his hand.

He was smoking.

She was always allergic to the smoke. She does not like it at all, allergic reactions.

He pulled at the cigarette and then puffed. She was staring at him. "What?" he asked.

"I am allergic," she said while coughing. He threw the cig in the dustbin.

She turned towards the food.

He fed her all the food and wiped her outer mouth as well. "You cook very well," she said.

He did not answer.

"The devil," she thought.

"I learned it from dad," he said. "When we used to..." he was about to complete his sentence but stopped.

She was trying to read his expressions but he was poker face. "Roman, thanks for the food," she said.

He remained silent again.

"Why do you hate me?" she asked.

His expression flattened.

He did not answer and got up.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"What do you want me to do? sitting here with you and wasting my day?" he asked in a deep voice.

He did not look at her and walked out.

She stared at the plates from which he ate minutes ago.

"Why can't everything be alright," she said, sadly.

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He was eating dinner, Sana was not home and they give a damn about it.

The soup fell on his jacket.

"Oh," Saliha said.

"Holly craps," he muttered and got up.

He took off his jacket but then something fell from his jacket. It was Kashan's watch, "What is it?" asked Saliha while holding the watch in her hand. "I have seen it somewhere," she said.

His smile faded away.

"Where?" he asked, poker face.

She touched her forehead with her index finger as if she was trying to remember something.

"Yeah, it was a gift to Kashan from Hunza on his birthday, what it is doing here with you?" she asked.

"I am asking you the same, What his watch is doing here?" he asked, firmly. She looked at him confused.

"He is looking for it Roman, I think he left it here," she said

. "He came here?" he asked with a darker tone.

"Yeah, he does with Hunza but it has been two weeks since he did not come here," she said, innocently.

"She did not hide anything?" he thought.

"I will return this watch to him," she said.

"No, I will do it," he said while taking the watch away from her.

He put the dishes in the sink.

She felt her heart was rushing fast. He was too perfect at everything.

"Now sleep before I lose control," he said, flatly.

"Hey, what do you mean..." she was about to ask but he left for his room. He seemed so tired.

He was feeling tired as well.

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"Hug me," he said in a whisper. "What?" she asked, blushing.

"Hug me," he repeats.

"Saliha, I hate repeating things," he said.

She closed her eyes because of her shyness and hugged him with trembling arms.

"Don't tremble, I am here for you," he said while kissing her forehead.

For the first time, she felt safe with him. She took a deep breath and inhaled his scent.

He was in half sleep now but sleep was away from her eyes.

After a while, due to the comfort and warmness of his body, she fell asleep.

Just then he pulled out the pistol and pulled the trigger, shooting her on the forehead. She gasped and got up. It was around the middle of the night. At first, she thought it was all real but when she looked around she was in her room and she realized that it was a dream.

She had a lot of thoughts at that moment, so she started writing her diary. Panic, anxiety, and pain were hitting her. How would she keep his dark secrets? How would she love him despite she knows what he is?

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