Chapter 35

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Aaidah:

It's been four days since I saw Atib at my parents house. I didn’t saw him again neither I got any letters or any messages. I'm still trying to find out who sent me that letter. Aaran is also helping me. But the frustrating thing is that we can't track that person's location. Even the best hacker in my team can't find out anything. Now I feel like someone is actually pranking on me. Maybe that day it wasn’t even Atib. That person stood far away from Aaran's car so I probably mistook that person as Atib.

I wanted to believe it but Aaran told me not to take this situation lightly. He still told me to be careful. In fact, Aaran now drops me at office and picks me up too. He has changed. I mean he changed completely. He behaves so nicely with me nowadays and he still tease me. Actually he tease me most of the time like fictional husband does in books. I'm taking all these as a sign that he is starting to love me too. Now I also express more when I'm with him. I even give him signs that I love him. Though I don't know if he understand those signs or he pretend to be clueless.

I came back to reality as I felt a hand on my head. I looked up to see Aaran standing front of me. “You really got my habit to get lost in thoughts?” I smiled and shook my head. “Please uncle don't compare my habit with yours.” Yes, I call him uncle to annoy him. I do this to get on his nerves especially when he tease me too much. “At least this uncle is handsome.” He said through gritted teeth. I giggled seeing his annoyed expression. “Don't you have office? Get ready.” I burst out into laughter knowing he is trying to change the topic.

Nonetheless I stood up from the bed and went to the closet to get my clothes to get ready. I started looking around thinking what I should wear today. Suddenly I felt someone's hot breath on my neck. I didn’t move nor look behind cause I know who is it. But the thing is I literally want to jump! This is too much. Why is he this close to me? Doesn’t he know that it's illegal to be this close to any women?! ‘Idiot, you are his wife so he can be close to you.’ My subconscious mind said.

“What's wrong? Why aren’t you moving?” He asked in a teasing tone. He knows what he is doing to me! “Can't you wear a saree? If you don't have any saree then borrow one from maa or Zaria bhabi.” What? He wants me to wear a saree? I turned my head to look at him. That was a big mistake cause now our faces are inches apart. I tried to move back but he wrapped his hands around my waist and held me tightly, not letting me move. He is also not moving away from me. He is directly looking at me in my eyes. Fine! I won't look away either. Thus I also kept looking back at him directly in his eyes.

His eyes are not cold anymore. They are holding emotions but I can't figure out exactly what kind of emotions. Is it love? Admiration? Care? Or something else? “You looked really pretty when you wore a saree last time.” It reminded me of the day when he fell down from stairs after looking at me. Many things happened that day. I'm not going to think about the bad things. That is past. Now I better be focusing on future only. “But I'm going to office now.” My voice was like a whisper. I doubt he even heard me. “Is there any rule that you can't wear a saree while going to office?” I shook my head negatively.

“Besides you are the CEO. No one will say anything to you.” He whispered in my ear, his hot breath fanning over my ear which sent shivers down my spine. “Okay okay I will wear. I have few sarees so I don't have to borrow any from anyone.” As soon as I said that a smile appeared on his face. He smiles a lot now when he is with me. I still have to get used to it. I always saw him frowning or glaring at me in the past whenever he was with me. “What are you thinking?” His voice brought me back to reality. “Nothing. Let me go so that I can get ready.” He still didn’t let go of me. “Why?Actually I can help you to wear the saree.” He smirked at me while my cheeks started heating up.

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