Ravaged souls

Pervert

Zahra's POV

What just happened? I mean in last 2 days so many things happened all together and at the end I'm just confused thinking about what happened. I witnessed all my nightmares in just two days, my love betrayed me and I married the guy I hate, well I don't hate he isn't that bad but I don't know what is my problem with him.

I layed down on bed staring at the hole poked due to his gun, gun oh yes it might be on the floor I instantly stood up and started searching for gun but unfortunately there were no signs of it.

Walid must've took it, he definitely knows how foolish I am. Suddenly I remember about his confession as I lay back on bed once again. I remember him, the spiderman.. I don't know how to react to the fact that he is my husband now, apart of it humza came to me. He apologized for his behaviour and said he shouldn't have reacted that way, but I realised he have manner problems. He was wrong guy definitely, glad I didn't married him but I do like him. I know it will take time to get him out of my head but I was surely attracted towards him.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on door, it's Walid. I immediately closed my eyes pretending that I'm asleep, I heard a click sound indicating that he is in the room now, I peaked though my eyes just to confirm if it was him or not but to my surprise he was standing near dressing table unbuttoning his shirt- 'CLOSE YOUR EYES DUMB WOMAN' Instead of listening to my inner voice I opened my eyes wide having a view of him changing his shirt into a loose t-shirt.

I won't deny the fact that he is epitome of beauty, he wasn't a bulky man like fictional ones he had somewhat lean body with tanned skin texture and perfectly toned muscles but he got scars, a lots of scars on his back which was facing me right now, I don't think I regret marrying- 'ZAHRA YOU ARE BEING A PERVERT STOP STARING AT HIM AND SLEEP'.

Well he ain't some random guy and hey I'm not pervert I have rights to stare him, 'if that's the case he also got many rights' No shut up, this is the reason why I don't consider my own opinion.

"Sleep Zahra I ain't changing my pants here" oh shit he noticed me I just started to pretend that I'm already asleep once again, 'stop, your acting is shit and you look dumb for doing this'
Nevermind I will just drift to sleep in reality but my curiosity said that I should peak again and guess what? I did..

This time he wasn't in the room, maybe he is in the bathroom. Next moment I heard a click sound but this time I didn't pretend, He came near the bed.. Wait is he going to sleep on the same bed?

He picked the pillow next to me and said "Sleep, you are joining office from tomorrow" and he went to couch, wait how is this somewhat 6 foot man is going to sleep on that couch? Well bed is big enough...shall I tell him sleep on bed? Or shall I go and sleep on couch instead? No no that looks uncomfortable and he isn't like some pervert who would try doing things in my sleep, My heart somewhat trusts him.

"Um Nawa- Walid ? How will u sleep on that couch?" Shit for God sake Zahra don't call him Nawab sahab here, "Just like how normal humans do?" He replied in his boss tone. Here we go again.

"Listen Mr. Walid Ahmed khan this is not your office and I'm not your employee, so shut up and drop that bossy attitude and come sleep here on the bed, this whole king sized bed is large enough to fit 3 people, maintain your distance and don't invade my privacy".

I spat it out of the blue and he was as confused as me but he smiled and slowly walked towards the other side of the bed and lay there silently, maintaining safe distance and closing his eyes, after few minutes even I drifted to sleep..

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Walid's POV

It's literally 4 am in the morning and I am caged by a barbarian women who is practically sleeping on me with her whole weight, wow how romantic. Oh I forgot to tell you about the most romantic background music, my beloved wife's alarm, which is literally some song in some weird language, all I understand in this song is 'when she sing, she sings come home'.