We Belong Together

Chapter 25

-Fareesa POV-

I never knew it would feel so good to be married to him of all people. I didn't have to compromise on lots of things but life was going well. I like Asher a lot but I have never really said it to him, not out of shyness but rather because I am scared. I do trust him but I don't know why I still feel frightened because telling someone that you like them can make them control you.

That's what I think.

He has so much effect on my life already that I can't let him rule me. It's just this phobia I have I guess.

"Fareesa?" Someone called my name and I turned to see my bhabhi standing in the doorway.

I had come to stay at my parent's place or a few days because I had missed them so much, but now that I was here, I couldn't stop thinking about Asher.

What was he doing? Was he home yet from office? Had he eaten yet? Has he been taking his medication properly?

Why was I thinking about him this much?

"What's wrong? You seem lost in your little world" She asked frowning at me and I smiled slightly.

"Nothing." I shook my head.

"Your brother and I have to go back because his job here is done and the army needs him back. So I was thinking that we should have a small get together before we leave." She sadly spoke

"You guys are leaving so soon! It seems just like yesterday that you came." I complained.

Time had actually flown very fast.

"You got married, your university is about to be completed and you are saying that it feels like yesterday?" She chuckled. "Okay, you gotta help me! We have a party to plan."

"Sure I can help. Make biryani, pulao, nihari and for the sweet, we can have halwa and ice cream." I told her sweetly making her narrow her eyes at me.

"And who is going to make all this?"

"You?" I said innocently. "I can't cook to save my life!"

"Really Fareesa?" She asked with her eyes twinkling. "Asher was saying something else when he came over. He can't get over your food."

"Yeah, he likes to butter people." I shrugged nonchalantly, but heat crept over my neck and I hoped I wasn't going red.

"Where is all that blush coming from?" she teased looking at me.

"Oh be quiet! How about you order the food at Dad's restaurant instead of cooking everything at home." I insinuated

"That's not a bad idea. I'll ask Shahveer what he thinks but you still need to help me with everything. There is a lot to do." she released a deep breath

"We'll see when the time comes," I said lazily.

"The time has come princess. Mama said that we have to invite Asher's family right this weekend. So get your lazy ass and get to work." she commented, slapping my butt.

"Bhabhi!" I whined. "I'm not a kid anymore! I'm married!"

"Speaking of married, how do you like being married?" She asked me in concern.

"Is this where I am supposed to blush like a shy bride?" I asked in a bored voice, trying to keep her off topic. I was not going to answer that.

"Well, you actually are." She said, unfazed by my quip. "So is he treating you right?"

"I guess," I said nonchalantly and turned back to inspecting my nails which were the most interesting thing on earth right now.

"Fareesa your behavior is irking me. Is everything really alright?" She pressed. I glanced up at her thinking I am blessed to have such a nice bhabhi cum sister.