two broken souls heal together~
"You make it kinda hard not to stare"
Maizan Adnan Baig: The CEO of 'MB clothing industries'. 29y/o, 6'2, black hair, well built body, hazel eyes in short a Greek god!
Women throw herself on him but being loyal to hi...
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I'm married. To Mr Baig. To my student's dad. This all seems like a dream, a nightmare.
I started to remove my clothes the moment I entered the washroom.
I removed all my jewelry and all my clothes. I stood under the running shower naked. Will he fore himself on me too? Like Aziz did? What if he did? Should I deny? Should I agree?
I was scared to marry Mr Baig but also scared that if I neglect it then Abba will beat me again. I cant believe it myself that I said those words so fast and left the wedding hall without crying.
I didnt wanted to cry, the tears just didnt came out. But for sure I was scared and I am now too.
I close my eyes and let the cold water run all over my body. The marks are still there and they are still not healed. After taking a shower I applied the ointment which was kept in my purse.
My whole body was shaking with fear of what will happen when I leave the washroom. I applied bandages on my wound and wore a simple and comfortable cotton kurti with plazo. I can't wear a nightgown here, right?
I take a deep breath and calm my shaking body and the unfallen tears. I twisted the door knob with closed eyes and opened the door. I slowly open my eyes to see the whole room empty. Where is he?
I stepped in the room and slowly sat on the edge of the bed. I was admiring how perfect his room was. It was light blue in shade and it was really pretty and well organised. Like father like daughter.
I was just looking around when suddenly the door flew open and Mr Baig stood there in black t-shirt and grey sweatpants.
I quickly stood up holding my dupatta close to my body. It hurts. I don't want it again. But if he does it then I won't tell him to stop, what if he will beat me?
He entered the room and I stood there with my head down.
"Sit down. Lets eat dinner, you might be tired" he said to me patting the seat beside him gesturing me to sit down.
I instantly sat down beside him maintaining a gap between us. I served him food and myself too. We both ate in silence. I didn't lose the grip on my dupatta. I don't want it Allah please!
"Hiba?" He suddenly took my name and I flinched. I look at him to find his already staring at me.
"Y-yes?" I asked bim with a shaky voice not maintaining eye contact.
"What are there marks?" He asked pointing at my hand which was not covered properly. I quickly covered it with my dupatta.
"I-its just....I b-burned it while I was.....while I was cooking food, yeah" I somehow lied. I cant tell him about that. If he comes to know about my past then he will abandon me and Abba also wont take me home again. I have to be good so I wont get kicked out.
"Are you sure? This seems like someone hit you" he again asked and I shook my head.
"N-no its nothing like that" I stuttered again and he nodded his face showed that he was still not convenience with my answer.
We both finished our food and he went to keep the dishes downstairs in the kitchen. I washed my hands and then sat down again on the table.
What next now? Ya Allah please just save me! What if he- my thoughts get interrupted when Mr Baig entered the room again. He sat down in front of me on the bed and I lowered my head fisting my dupatta tightly.
"Hiba.....there is no sofa in my room so I wi-" I cut him in the middle of his sentence by saying...
"I'll sleep on the floor, it's okay" I said in a heartbeat but Mr Baig shook his head.
"I'll sleep down it's okay" he said and I widened my eyes in shock. Why is he treating me so nicely!? I don't deserve this.
"N-no Mr Baig! You can't" I said instantly.
"What? Why can't I? And actually if you are comfortable then we can share the bed. I am not interested in you and I won't force myself on you. This marriage was forced on me just like you so don't worry" he said in a cold voice with a poker face and I was astonished.
Was he really forced? If yes, then why was he forced? And why is he not ordering me to sleep on the floor like Aziz did?
He laid down on the left side of the bed and patted the spot beside him gesturing me to lay down.
I slowly stood up and sat on the right side of the bed. I slowly lay down and my dupatta covered my body properly. I pull up the blanket to hide my body.
Ya Allah this is so embarrassing to share a bed with a man _______________________________
