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Laleh did not like how late it was.
Nine o'clock
He promised that he would come home at nine p.m. every day, but for the fourth time in a row, he was late.
Laleh tapped her impatient foot against the cold granite tiles of the Malikbahr Palace as the jingling of her ankle bracelet made a noise. It was four months since the wedding -- three months since she moved into the Palace -- and everything was not exceptional between Zayn and her. In fact, they treasured their time together, taking in the little things they never knew about each other.
Like, how Zayn would read anything that was bestowed in front of him or how his eyes would glimmer at the sight of a new book capturing him. Or for Laleh, when he would notice how her eyes would always get filled with tears of joy after she got a call from her Foundation telling her that they found another girl to take in. I mean, they were still learning from each other and pricing everything like a,puzzle they could solve through out their whole lives.
It was all the little things that they held dear and enjoyed.
But it was also the little things that were silently eating her alive and when Zayn would use tell her to not wait up for him, she would of course never listen and would wait until she was asleep on the sofa near the entrance. She would wake up the next day in their grand bed and find nobody to the left of her. She would speedily walk down the steps, in hope to find any trace of Zayn before he left, and Mohammed would find her and give her a note that he left her.
My flower,
Do not wait for me tonight. I am coming home at nine, do not worry.
I love you more then words.
-Zayn
And everyday it was like that until the last four days when Zayn came home late, three hours late more specifically. She was normally asleep on the sofa by then and, like before, found awake in their bedroom but not today.
It took her three coffees to prepare for an all nighter and the minute Zayn would step into their room was the time she would pounce, like a lion waiting for its prey to fall into the trap.
She checked her watch again.
12:30 A.M.
He was a little later then before, one time coming in at 2:30 without her knowing of, herself finding out after she asked Osama.
"Wallah, I do not know when he came home last night." Osama said, his hands up in surrender.
Laleh raised a stubborn eyebrow before crossing her arms. "You will tell me when he came home last night. I am not asking, I am demanding." Although she hated when she would demand people to do jobs for her, she needed to know when her husband came home last night.
