His Imposed Wife

Chapter No 89

Saliha liked her new room. It was warm and cosy because there was always rain in the city. She sat on the chair near the fire and warmed her hand. Just then her phone rang.

"Are you safe in the room?" it was Hunza.

"Yeah," she typed.

"How is your room?" her phone beeped again.

"It is fine, cosy, and warm," she typed.

"Okay, Emaad is calling. I need to talk to him. He seemed odd since an hour asking me to come and meet him," typed Hunza.

"Okay," Saliha said and took a deep breath. Emaad's name brings her to the day she saw Hala with Atta.

"I have to do something," she thought.

Just then her phone beeped.

She looked down at her phone. It was an unknown number.

"What are you up to just leave it," she read under her breath.

Her heart beat faster because she could recognize the typing style.

"Roman," she whispered. Her heart was screaming that it was Roman.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"None of your business, just leave the topic alone," she received another SMS.

"Shut the hell up, whoever you are and don't you dare to text me again," she typed.

There was eerie silence from the other side and she did not receive any message after that.

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Saliha woke up a bit late in the morning. Today was her first day in the institute and she had to know everything regarding criminals and their mental health. She got out of bed and took a quick shower after that she put on her favourite yellow top and white jeans grabbed her bag and went out of the room.

The institute was notorious and she was fascinated by the architecture. She was in the corridor with a white wall. There was a blue locker which was for the file keeping. She looked up; at the stairs with golden grills. The nursing staff were passing by the different rooms. She noticed people who were wearing plain white pyjamas were patients and they seemed so normal to her. She followed a group of staff who led her to the launch where patients were watching a strange show on the TV. It was showing strange alphabets and that was making her a bit unsettled. She looked at the patients who seemed so normal. Just then a boy in his mid-20s turned his face towards her, a smile occurred on his face and then he winked at her, startling her. He had deep blue eyes and fawn hair. The thing about him that attracted her was his dimples when he smiled.

"Miss Saliha," someone called her name. She turned it was a tall man with an afro hairstyle. He had deep brown eyes and a tan complexion. He was in his mid-forties.

"Yeah," she said.

"You are a new internee here who came for research purposes?" he asked.

"Yeah," she said, smiling.

"That's great, you are requested at the reception for the photographs and ID information, for the entry card," he said.

She nods. He turned which meant she had to follow him. She looked back at the boy but he was not there now, instead more than twenty patients were sitting. She turned and walked after the man.

After walking through the long ally surrounded by multiple doors, she wonders what was inside those doors because she heard a man's strange voice last night which led her to run into Kristen. In Kristen's flashback, she felt annoyed because that guy was worse than Roman. The man stopped.

"Here it is," he said and went inside the room behind the reception.

She went ahead. The woman who wearing a blue staff uniform was sitting in the rocking chair. She had golden streaks in her hair and she was wearing heavy makeup, actually a glam makeover.

"Excuse me, I am here for the profile update," Saliha said.

The woman looked up at her, uninterested.

"Okay, can I know your name," she asked.

"It's Saliha, Saliha Rom...." she was about to complete her sentence when she felt something hit her heart. She was telling her surname with Roman.

"Yeah?" asked the woman raising her eyebrow.

"Saliha Zaviyaar Ahmed," she said, expressionlessly. The woman nodded and her fingers with long nails which were perfectly decorated thanks to nail art, started running on the keyboard.

"If you dare to tell anyone who I am to you..." Roman's voice echoed in her head. She felt strange anxiety and her eyes filled with tears. Suddenly she started feeling panicky and it had been a year since she had a panic attack last time.

"I have provided all of the documents, now what do you want," she heard a heavy voice and turned it was Kristen. He was wearing a cap and reading glasses. His green eyes were cold and today she can see annoyance as well.

"Mr Truz, try to understand, the information you have provided is not match," said the receptionist.

"Well that's your problem, not mine," he said coldly.

"I am sorry sir, but we can't..." She is about to complete her sentence but he abrupts her.

"Check your system," he said, coldly.

"But..." she tried to speak but his eyes were enough to make her quiet.

She went through the system and her expressions changed.

"Sir..." she tried to say but he narrowed his eyes.

"Matched, do your work carefully next time," he said and walked off but not before giving Saliha tough looks.

She felt her heart skip a beat.

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"Hala, this is the last time I am telling you, you are not going to fucking meet him again," he screamed and it was the first time he screamed at his younger sister.

"Ehsan, this is the last time I am telling you, this is none of your freaking choices who I will meet and who I will not," said Hala.

Hunza was sitting on the couch silently watching the siblings fight.

"Hala, you are going towards the destruction, he is not a good man," he said, trying hard to protect his sister.

"Ehsan, again this is none of your freaking business," she said and grabs her bag from the couch and walks off leaving Eshan astonished.

He kicked on the couch angrily.