His Imposed Wife

Chapter No 88

He reached Ottio city in the middle of the night. It was raining. He put on the hoodie on his head and got out of the car. The raindrops were wetting his face. He shuts the car's door and walks inside the building. 

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She found this place odd because the door opened after she said her student number. She got in. She was not feeling good. The institute seemed empty and she was unable to trace a single person. She does not have an idea where the reception is. She was walking without any idea where she was heading to. The LED lights were illuminating the entrance. 

"That bloody Roman, he is pain in my ass. He send me here only to become pain in my whole world," she was muttering. The institute seemed haunted. 

"Hello," she said in a lower voice but no sounds in response. She looked around, there were alot of rooms. She had intution that she was on wrong side of institude. 

She turned when she heard something she does not meant to hear. It was heavy masculine voice. Someone was making noises as if they were hurting themself. She felt her heart drop to the stomach. Her eyes filled with tears. She walked ahead, there was small square glass in the name of window on the wall. She just looked inside the room and what she saw next was enough making her faint. There was a boy who must be in his early 20s and he was punching the wall. His knees were bleeding and his face was scratch as if he had been using nails on his face to hurt himself. He was snoring and making sounds as if he was having fits. She screamed and ran as fast as she could. Her eyes were filled with tears and that was making her blind. Just then she had gone collide with someone. She looked up, a tall figure, she looked up, green furious eyes were looking down in her eyes. 

"Are you blind or just have an habit to run with close eyes," he said, annoyed. 

She felt embarrased but confused because she was not expecting Kristen here. 

"What are you doing here?" she asked him. He snored and let her arms go, uninterested. 

"None of your buisness," he said, annoyed. He was wearing same hoodie he used to wear all the time. 

He placed his bag again on his shoulder and looked around for the receptionist. Everyone must was sleeping by now. 

He walks towards the entrance. Saliha was standing there, thinking what to do. 

"Are you going to stand here once and for all?" he asked, scratching his light brown beard something suits him. 

Saliha never felt this much dependent on anyone before. She followed him. Kristen was extremely rude and dry even than Roman. 

He looked around for someone again if someone can help them regarding rooms but no one was there but after a while a woman arrived on the reception. He walked towards her and showed her a card. The woman smiled. "Mr. Baig, nice to see you here. Hope, your journey was good," she said. He was staring at the receptionist coldly. Saliha rolls her eyes because she knew coldness run in the family. She gave him keys and he held them in his hands tightly. Saliha noticed a small mole at the back of his right hand. She walked ahead. 

"And you miss?" asked the receptionist. 

"I am Saliha, Saliha Ahmad," she said. 

"Yeah, the research student?" asked the receptionist. Saliha nods. 

"Proof of identity, please," asked the receptionist. 

"What? but I have submitted all of my documents," she said, shocked. 

"Mam, this rule," said the receptionist, uninterested. Saliha felt that she was more warm to Kristen but more cold to her. 

"But you have not ask  him for the identity," she said, annoyed. 

Kristen crossed his arms around his chest and looked at her. 

"Who am I to you? What is your's and mine comparision? Am I your freaking husband?" he asked in deep voice and Saliha felt her cheeks burning. 

"Miss Ahmed, you are just a research student here but Mr. Kristen is most respected buisness tycoon, and he is a trustee of this institute as well, so he does not need any identity to proof," said the receptionist. Saliha was shocked, because she knew receptionist is not telling the truth. She tried to say something when he spoke. 

"Will you shut up and let me sign my papers?" he said, annoyed. 

Saliha never felt this much bad in her entire life. He signed the paper and walked away. 

Saliha gave the identity documents and after a while she got the keys to her room. She took a deep breath because she was so unsure about her time in this institute. 

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He walked inside the house when saw him sitting on the couch. He felt his blood boiled. 

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Emaad asked, angrily. 

Atta smiled at him. 

"Long time no see," said Atta. 

"I asked what the fuck you are doing in my house?" he screamed. 

"Emaad," he heard his father's voice nearby who he completly ignore because he knew people like him would always sit with people like Atta. 

"This is Atta and I have fixed his union with Hala," said Mr. Irfan. 

Emaad felt as if someone throw heavy rod on his head. 

"What? How could you?" Emaad asked, angrily. He can't see his sister's life getting ruined. 

"What do you mean by that? I am her father and I can do anything," said Mr. Irfan. 

Emaad's fist tightened. 

"You? Get out of my house," Emaad growled and moved ahead when Hala rush in between them. 

"Don't," she said coldly. Emaad was unable to believe his eyes, his own sister, his little Hala was acting out. "I love him and I will marry him," she said while looking inside his eyes. Emaad's eyes turned colder, colder like they never have been. His eyes shift to Atta and then to his sister. There was hurt in his cold eyes and he turned and walked away. 

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