His Second Wife

Mess before marriage.

The very next morning,the decoration was on its peak.  Barq got up with tension. He couldn’t sleep the whole night thinking how he will answer to her, what will be her reaction. Sighing heavily he sat up gazing at a particular spot. He massaged his forehead that was paining due to the mental tension he was going through. Marriage is not a small commitment.

He took some deep breaths. And stood up to do his morning routines, when Amayra gripped his wrist crawling to his lap. A smile captured his lips she was only his tranquility. "Daddy, morning" she wished pecking his cheek. He holds her crosser, kissing her forehead. "Morning baby, let's get you ready?" He asked caressing her hair, lovingly.

"Not now, let me sleep in your lap for a while" she says cutely making him smile more. "Sure, you have all right" He says playfully tapping her nose. She giggled and hided her face in his chest.

He leaned back, closing his eyes. Within minutes he again drafted into sleep. The time past by 9am now.

While here, Noya was up early as per her routine. Getting ready for the day. She made Amayra's breakfast, meanwhile Sophia entered the kitchen. Noya shivered at her presence, feeling some bitter taste in her mouth, her jolly mood turned sour.

Sophia eyed Noya making her nervous, "make breakfast for Barq too, after that help me pack up me luggage" she commands making her only nod. She quickly did the same. And marched to her room not before checking on Amayra who was sleeping on her father's chest. Noya sighed in relief that she was sleeping. Sometimes it's been handful to handle things when Amayra is all around.

Knocking at the door, Noya heared a voice, to come in. The moment she stepped in. Her room was full of girls with wedding dresses. Sophia was sitting on her bed. The moment her eyes went to Noya, she smiled making her confused.

"Come here, Noya. Help me to select the right dress for Barq's bride" the words made her frozen at her spot.

Her heart skipped a beat. Her eyes filled with some disappointment she gulped down the lump formed in her throat. The slight pain she felt in her heart made her realised that how much this words affected her.

Carrying a fake smile, she gave a nod. Not knowing that her eyes were already shedding tears.

"Why are you crying?" Asked one of the girl, as she carried the beautiful white gown with pearls and designs on the right places. Noya shocked her head and browsed around the gowns. She couldn’t help but feel sick.

Sophia smiled sadly, knowing this must be difficult for her. But she has to do it."tell me Noya? Which one you think will be the right one?" She asked showing her another gown.

"I don't think we have the right one here, for the bride" she says covering up her broken heart.

"Oh, common on girls get some new designs and the latest collection of that famous designer who's name sounds like some cauliflower!?" Sophia joked making girls giggled. But Noya was all broken.

Her mind was filled of thoughts, "that moron is getting ready and was playing around with my heart! Such a jerk. Let me once spot you moron I will smash your head!" She cursed glaring at something. While Sophia shook her head at her loud enough words that was heard by her.

Meanwhile here, Barq made Amayra had her breakfast. So he had his. While his eyes were searching for Noya. She was not spotted since morning. As the maid passes by he called her, "Mrs. Laim. Where is Noya?" He asked without sparing a single glance at her.

"Sir, she is with madame, upstairs. Helping madame with some stuff" she says and gave a nod. Amayra couldn’t help and with a glee she speeded up to her granny's room.

Barq followed her, he soo wanted to see her, once. May be she was becoming his addiction. His obessesion.

He casually walked into his mother's room. With hands in his pockets, as he entered. He heard Amayra giggling loudly. "Annie you look like a bride" her words made his eyes snap his eyes to the left. Where Noya was standing in white bridal gown. That was elegant and surely a piece of art. May be specially designed for her.

Her curves were well displayed, making her look stunning. "Yes, I guess this is the right one. Thank you Noya, for trying out this one" Sophia says thanking her. She knew what mess she was creating for them. Her son didn't blinked once since his eyes landed on her.

Noya could feel someone staring at her like a fresh baked cake. She rolled her eyes at him. To which he smiled charmingly. Her heart skipped her beats and she made faces at him. Amayra giggled and did the same. Barq rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"Barq how is this bridal dress?" Sophia asked making him nod in approval.

"It's breath taking, mom" He says in his most husky voice to which Noya narrowed her eyes. "Breath taking? Meet me outside, I will take away your breaths!" She murmured under her breaths, angrily.

Amayra gripped her hand taking away all her attention. "Annie I also want this dress, a wedding dress!" She cheers making Barq frown.

"That’s not for kids" He says making Amayra frown. Noya glared him more, "don't listen to him, he is mad" she says making his jaw drop to ground and takes Amayra out. Sophia couldn’t help but chuckled at his reaction.

"Mom!" He whined to which she laughed and patted his back.

"Go, talk to her. I guess she misunderstood something" she says smirking to which Barq narrowed his eyes bit couldn’t figure out what was wrong.

"What did you do now?" He asked shaking his head to which she shrugged.

Shaking his head, he moved out. As he walked into the hallway. His phone rang, he sighed at the doctor's number.

"Mr. Barq, we have a woman here claiming she is Amayra's biological mom!" And this words made his world spin.

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