The Riddle Of Us.

13; BOUND BY LIES.

After Amir Qasim's and Khalifa's conversation came to an end, they called it a night as Khalifa went back to his home, while Amir Qasim retired back to his room. As he had already prayed Isha at the masjid and it was late enough, he decided to take a shower before hitting the bed. So, he did just that, and after taking the shower, he made his way over to the adjoined walk in closet to pick up what to wear to sleep.

Once he was done and prepared to hit the bed at long last as he could feel the fog of sleep starting to weigh on him, he stepped out of the walk in closet, his steps coming to an instant halt when his gaze fell on the last person he expected to see there, or to be honest not expecting any one entirely. His room is off limit to every one in the house, it is a general knowledge to every single person.

So, he certainly did not expect to see Asma in his room, at that time.

His eyes narrowed slightly, already feeling more annoyance brewing with him. He thought she was smart enough—they had a silent arrangement of each of them staying in their lanes and not crossing it, and that makes each other's room a line that shall not be crossed by either. He thought she understood that and knew not to cross it, and yet, there she is, seated on one side of the bed with her phone in hand, scrolling through it with precise attention.

His jaw clenched, "What do you think you are doing?" He asked, his voice low, and laced with the anger he was trying to hold down. But, it was evident from the words and from the glare he sent her way as well.

Asma finally looked up, her lips curling into a smile, as if his glare did not exist. "You are finally out," She breathed out, before placing her phone aside, and giving him her attention.

If possible, his eyes narrowed even more, "I asked you a question," He stated, his voice still calm and steady despite the rage brewing with him. "Do not make me repeat myself," His last statement was not just a threat, and she knew it as well.

But, her smile never faltered, unmoved by his anger. "Here to accompany you of course," Her voice was soft as ever, matching her expression as she lifted herself off the bed, so she was standing and facing him, a few steps in between them.

"And what gave you the right to come into my room?" Screw formalities and all, Amir Qasim was sure he had made himself clear from day one that he wanted nothing to do with her. Does she not understand that, or is she trying to get on his nerves because all evidence points to it.

The room suddenly felt charged, and if there was an onlooker, it would have felt suffocating even. Because on one side, one was furious and barely keeping himself together, and on the other side, one was too calm, unbothered. The tension between them was evident, and it only increased a thousand times more when Asma parted her lips, and then replied his words.

"Being your wife, of course," Her eyes never wavered from his, her smile curling into a slight smirk. "I told you it should account for something, right?" She took one step closer in his direction, and then added. "Do I not look the part already?"

It was then that Amir Qasim finally spared her a glance, looking at her entirely and taking in what she had on. His gaze found hers again, and he had to hold back a scoff of disbelief, and instead, simply arched a brow. It appears she really is trying to get on his nerves, coming in here, and dressed like that. Did she think she would get to him or something?

If that is the case, then he should give her what she wants.

Pushing aside his annoyance and putting on a mask to shield it away, he took a few, slow steps in her direction, until he had eliminated the distance between them, but the electrifying tension only spiked up. Except, even with him this close, she did not falter in the slightest, and instead, lifted her head so her gaze remained locked with his.