The Unloved Wife

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 39

M e h r b a n o

"I am sorry sir! I wasn't in my right mind" I apologized once again.

"Relax miss! It's not like I am going to punish you for this" He released a small chuckle. His voice was as charismatic as his personality.

Then he leaned down and collected all the papers scattered around. Straighting up, he handed me the file.

"Thank you" I smiled at him lightly.

"What's your name? I haven't seen you here before" He put his hands in his pockets and watched me leisurely.

"Sir! I just joined today. It's my first day" I happily told him.

"So you are the girl Auntie Farhanda recommended" I was amazed he knew about me already.

"Yes"

"Mom don't like such appointments but she did it for Auntie Farhanda. Be responsible and prove yourself!" He said.

"I know Sir! I will try not to be a disappointment"

"You didn't tell me your name?" He reminded me softly, and completely ignored the man standing at the back for a work matter.

"Mehrbano" I told him.

"Nice name" He said with a smile. It would be unfair to not accept his handsomeness.

"Thank you!"

"I hope you will have a good time here. I am Zaydan Jahangir. My office is on the 3rd floor. You can reach me anytime if you have any issues" He said gently before leaving.

I kept thinking about his voice after he left. Can men sound so gentle and soft as him?

In the coming days, I had realized he was a completely a different kind of man. He was polite and well mannered guy. He was friendly with his employees. His communicate skills were very polished.

No one could dislike such men.

Days turned into weeks and I got immensely busy in my work. My daily routine was very hectic. I would reach the hostel by 6.30 pm. It took me some days to adjust to the routine but now I am happier than I ever was after Mama's death.

I have got my first ever pay, the money for which I worked hard. Holding my first pay check, I realized what happiness one feels one they get money of their own.

I have a long list for which I need money. First and most is the lawyer's fees. Then, I have to get my own space. Hostel was a nice place but I will shift in the building of my colleague which is just on walking distance by the botique. I have lived all my life alone. I am feeling misfit in hostel. It's not for me. I will prefer my own space.

Nowadays, I spend most of my time alone in the evening my bed or at the top floor under the sky. The fresh air leaves a good effect on me.

My mind is filled with never ending thoughts. I am homeless. I have no family, no one is at my back. In this whole world, not a single soul is standing next to me. Why?

I was born like that. Would I die the same? Without getting love.

And I still think about him. What would he be doing? Did he try to find me or just give up on me. He was coming after me again and again, and my deeply hurt was getting a little satisfaction to watch him begging for a chance.

It's been so long since I have left his home. The life with him and the one today was totally different but with him at least I had someone with me and now I have no one. That's a difficult time and I have to face it strongly.