His Second Wife

A talk, together.

Their banter continued until Amayra was ready to punch Hubaab who was not backing off as the argument turned into the heated one. Noya gasped at Amayra as she picked the cushion with all her strength and aimed at Hubaab which resulted making her stumbled backwards and fell on her butt.

Hubaab smartly dodged away the cushion and quickly kneeled down at her level. As she fell down. Noya too quickly kneeled down at her level and helped her to stand up. Amayra's eyes welled up with tears. Hubaab muffled his smile. Amayra pounced on him, Noya quickly scooped her in his arms.

"Shhh, its alright baby, don't hit him" she says softly caressing her hair. Amayra hided her face in her chest, sniffing. " I hate him, i will complain to daddy" she said sobbing hard.

Hubaab felt bad, he sighed and sat down cupping his cheeks. Watching her cry. Amayra cried more at his audacity to tease her. Noya narrowed her eyes at him. "Say sorry atleast"

"Ofcourse, say sorry Noya" he said shrugging blaming her. The two girls gasped dramatically. Hubaab muffled him smile. Before they could attack on him, Barq entered the lounge conversing with someone on call. His sleeves were golded uptil his elbow as it was too hot outside.

His eyes went to the scene, where Noya was completely focused on Amayra, who was in her arms with wrapped small hands around her neck and Hubaab tried to tease her.

His house felt like home. He was home after many years. His senses frozed at the scene when a flashback hits him hard making him stumble back. Things were repeating. He inhaled deep breaths until Amayra saw him. "Daddy!" She called him. His chain of thoughts broke.

She blinked away her tears and to him. Barq kneeled down taking her in his protective arms. He holded her close, closed to his heart. That he always does. He don't trust anyone but now he do trust Noya with her. His arms were her shields for her protection.

Amayra hided her face in his chest, he breathed out feeling complete. She was his charge, charge to live.

"Such a brat she is" Hubaab mumbled shaking his head at the little drama queen who has all the attention now. Noya narrowed her eyes at him. "Kindly use your words wisely" she says whispering to him. He raised his one eyebrow at her. "Or else?" He asked in a challenging tone.

"I won't mind banging your head with a pan, like Rapunzel!" Noya says squealing. What all Amayra heard was Rapunzel!

"Daddy, its sunday lets watch a movie" she says wiping all her tears.

"Ok, but why were crying? What happened here?" He asked looking at Noya now.

Noya stiffened at his sudden attention. She nervously stood up, fisting her fists. "Just a small thing" she tried to let the topic go.

Amayra grabbed Barqs cheeks turning his head at her direction. "Your brother is such a bully, he made me cry" she complained making Barq turn his attention to Hubaab. Hubaab shrugged.

Barq looked at the two and announced, "miss Noya, come to my study now" he said taking Amayra to her play room. Hubaab retired to his room.

Noya gave a nod and followed him without a word. While going to his study, she thought, "did i do anything wrong?" She pouted at her thoughts. Barq dropped his coat on the couch once he entered his study.

He sat on his chair, leaning back. He was exhausted and extremely annoyed with his plans that were going opposite.

Noya knocked softly, Barq gave a small nod to her to enter. As she entered. He ordered. "Lock the door" he commanded making her flinch and goosebumps appeared on her whole body. She gulped nervously while in mind she was doing happy dance.

"Is he going to propose me? Is it going to happen? Did he realised that I am the only one for him? Omg!!" She did a happy dance and locked the door.

Being obedient towards him, she stood there with blushing cheeks. Barq eyed her from top to bottom making her nervous, purposely. He sour mood overshadowing his manners.

She felt bad at his gaze. She could read he was judging her by his simple gaze. Casting her eyes down, she fidgeted her fingers. Relaxing her heart that he won't say anything that would hurt her.

"Ms Noya, I suppose you are a nanny for a reason, right? Answer my question" he says in his stern voice. She nodded agreeing.

She was hating his tone right now. But she couldn't fired back anything at him. As he was paying her a good amount to manage all her expenses.

"Words" he says making her flinch. "Yes Sir" she says stammering.

"Good, I am paying a good amount for?" He asked making her eyes widened with hurt. He was letting her down by his words.

"For taking care of your daughter" she says in a low voice.

"Exactly, than always share every single thing of hers with me, why was she crying? What did Hubaab do?" He questioned raising his one eyebrow at her. Noya narrated the whole thing to him. He raised his eyebrows at her to which she said, "you can check the CCTV footage too" she was hating the fact he didn't trust his own brother.

He sighed and gave a nod. "Next time make sure you don't simply dodged the topic when I question about her, is that clear?" He questioned making her mentally roll her eyes and mumble a small yes.

He hummed and leaned back, "bring me a coffee" he ordered. His tone was telling her that he was ordering her simply. Done with his bipolar attitude she narrowed her eyes at him. "I think you are forgetting your own words Sir, I am your daughter's nanny not your wife, to do all your chores!" She fired back looking directly into his eyes making him freeze at his spot. This girl got guts and he knew it.

Her own heart raced at her words. She knew was in deep mess now. "Noya, RIP" she thought and cried mentally. And she totally forgot about the microwave again!

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