Ruler of Your Ruh [a mafia romance ]

Chapter 38: Mistakes Made to be Fixed

A few days later, Azim had gone back to his normal self. After whining and groaning about how miserable he was, of course. But, that only made me grow fonder of him... my handsome, strong, and powerful husband has a weakness. It makes him human. It makes him...mine.

I'm on the balcony looking through past case files that Ayesha sent to me the other day, with Laith curled at my feet. I sigh and get up after about an hour of looking at these papers. I rub my eyes and stretch, Laith also lazily stretching with me as he gets up.

I look around and realize that Azim has been hauled up in his office for quite some time. I decide to go check on him. Since his office is on the first floor of our home, I take the elevator.

He's taken this, moving his office to the first floor, as a safety precaution, just in case the house is infiltrated -which would be hard to do- but, just in case. The elevator dings and I step out, walking to the door.

When I open the door I'm met with piles of paperwork stacked on the desk and Azim in the middle of them, with a hand propping his head up and a pen scribbling away at the paper. "Well, hello there Mr. Hafeez," I tease from the doorway.

Looking up from his concentrated state, his face brightens as soon as those hazel eyes land on mine. A soft smile forms on his usually stoic face, "Habibti," he reclines in his chair, "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

I quirk a brow, "Is it illegal for a wife to check in on her husband?"

"Not at all, Habibti," he stands and stretches, muscles straining against his, most likely, designer clothes. When he's done he takes a few strides and engulfs me in his arms. I melt into his embrace sighing in contentment. Until his phone buzzes.

I look over his shoulder and scrunch my brows, "Azim."

He looks at me with a smile, "Yes?"

"Why is Ammi calling you?"

He brushes it off as if it's nothing, "Oh, that's right, I forgot to mention that I invited them over today."

"What? Today?!" I pull away from him and give him an incredulous look. Does he understand the extent of what he just did?

"They found out about your kidnapping, and your mother sounded quite upset even though I told her that you were okay." He looks at me in confusion, "Your mother insisted on coming to see you and check up on you. Why? What's wrong with that?"

He truly sounds clueless. But that doesn't take away from my anger. "Don't you get it? Azim, they called because they thought I might have died. They don't care if I was kidnapped! I was a pawn in their mafia ties and they married me off like I was nothing to them." I shake my head, pacing now, "The only reason Ammi insisted on coming over is because she wants to see how "good of a wife" I'm being."

I look back at him, "Don't you understand? I'm an investment they've made, Azim. This is her way of making sure I'm doing what I've been pushed to do from the start."

His brows furrow, "Maybe you're overthinking this, Habibti. Her intentions seemed quite sincere on the phone. She even cried when she called."

This poor, poor husband of mine cannot actually be this dense to this subject. "You can't be serious."

"Samina-" his words are cut off by a knock on the door.

Reluctantly, he looks up, "Come in."

Ali stands at the door, "Azim, the guests have arrived."

My entire body stiffens as I stand to the side with my fists clenched. They're here.

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