His Love

chapter 23

Zubair P.O.V

I entered my room and saw ayesha sitting on the bed with her veil over her face , I walked towards her and sat on the bed in front of her , Lifting up the veil I looked at her , She was looking down , placing my finger under her chin and lifting it up I spoke

"No need to act like you're shy"

She looked at me confused ..what an actor she is

"I don't know what you mean" she asked

Gripping her chin in my hand harshly I spoke with my jaw clenched

"You know exactly what I mean witch" I spat out

"You're hurting me" she spoke in a painful voice

"A witch like you should deserve pain" I spoke

Tears began flowing down her eyes

"Don't you fucking dare to shed those crocodile tears" I spoke in a angered tone

Pushing her away from me I rose up

"I'm your wife why are you treating me like" she cried while looking at me

I pulled her up by her grabbing her hair , her veil slipped down

"You're not my fucking wife" I grabbed her hair tightly

She tried to free her hair from my grip , I pushed her making her fall on the floor

She kept shedding those fucking fake tears

"Why are you doing this" she asked while crying

"Because I hate you I fucking hate you you bitch . I wanted to marry the girl I love but instead my mother made me marry a fucking widower and a fucking used bitch like you" I spat out

Suddenly she rose up and spoke

"Don't you dare say I'm used"

"You're fucking used , Your husband might have fucked you" I Spoke

Tears flowed down her face , She slapped me and spoke

"He never used me I'm still pure and don't you dare say anything against him"

Anger raged through me I slapped her hard making her fell on the bed

"How dare you fucking slap me" I roared

She held her cheek and cried out , I grabbed her arm and pulled her towards me

"You can never be my wife" I spoke

"You know Zubair you look just like uzair , I thought you were him but I was wrong" she spoke while sobbing

"You can never be him" she looked at me and spoke

"Who's Uzair" I asked her

"My late husband , Uzair Malik" she spoke

"And I don't want to be him you and your Uzair can go to hell for all I care" I spoke and pushed her away

Ayesha P.O.V

Pushing me away he barged out of the room , hugging my knees to my chest I cried

I thought he would be just like uzair but no I was wrong

If only uzair was alive ....I thought to myself

I kept crying for hours and fell asleep

Zubair P.O.V

I walked in the room and noticed Ayesha asleep on the bed , she was still in her lehenga , her hair were scattered all over the pillow , I walked towards her and sat down next to her
I looked at her , she had porcelain

She was indeed beautiful , But she was ugly from inside

She had jewellery around her neck but what caught my attention was pendent , I held it on my hands and opened it

The guy in the picture looked just like me , for a brief second I thought it was me , I looked to the other side and noticed something written on it

Jan - e - Uzair

Ayesha Malik ❤

I looked at Ayesha , My eyes softened while looking at her ....She looked innocent... no I shouldn't be feeling this way towards her

I removed her jewellery and her bangles ,  I turned off the lights and got in the bed with her and pulled the blanket over us , I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep

"Hey guys short chapter it is I'm so sorry thank you so much for Reading !"