Billionaire's Feisty Wife (Updating In the End of September 2021)

Chapter 2 - Seduction Games

"They are clothing/covering (libaas) for you and you for them...."

Quran 2:187

Chapter 2

ELZA

I am peeved and angry at my husband. He is appallingly bad. But all tweets good songs about him. Am I daffy to see any dearth in him?

No, I am not. I am his wife, the LIBAAS of him which he has not yet accepted. He is Bad!

Surely, everyone has pathetic eyesight. Rather than tweeting about my husband, in front of me, they should consult ophthalmologist. This might clear their vision about the person who has no attention towards his wife.

I am highly self-respect obsessed person but with Airab I give more priority to our sacred relation. Being a wife I think I should. I am doing favors to no one but us. Despite his repudiation I am doing tactics to lure him. But sometimes, I just want to go and live on mountains. That would be still a better place than staying with a man who wants you as well as doesn't want to do anything to you.

My cognizance whizzes to the ticks where he has just held me with his caramel oozing eyes, keeping me captive of his scrutiny and making me damp at right places.

The exasperation is embracing me, looting my mind peace. I sob, hysterically but I have no care about it right now. I want him to come and see. See, what he has done as a husband. I want him to know he is not caring about me and my needs. Or maybe I just want him to come so that I can adore him.

Whatever, he should be thankful to me that I absolved him for his biggest sin. Who says to his wife on wedding night that he would not give her wifely rights? Bad, Bad husband! I am cent percent sure that we must have been receiving curses of angles since then.

I am feeling immense murkiness. Every time Maham asks me about us and our relation, I have to lie and change the subject. The only topic I have ever lied about to my pal.

Should he not come extremely close to me, touch me, kiss me and do naughty things to me? He never takes me to the bed like a husband should. Are my demands wanton and wrong? I am his wife. Why does this wee thing is not understandable to my pea-minded man? I have never fantasized sex and any romance but Airab makes me feel, real feel. I want to touch him, sleep on his chest and do all the things a happy couple do. Though I'm 18, I still want to make our relation work.

Now, it is clear to you that why he is a bad husband. Isn't it? I won't bear if you still think he is an epitome of sagacity.

When he had come my home to ask for my hand, he was in such flurry likelihood he would die if he did not get me as a wife. Like... like his life depends upon me. Everything is dead since then. Ugh! How can a man control this much? Do English novels lie about the sexual needs? No that's the universal truth.

Wait... Is he a gay?

I shut my mouth with palms for speaking such a nostalgic thing. He is a real man otherwise why would his mother keep asking me indirect questions about our nights. She does not nudge much but I get the points, obscure though. Plus, I have seen his crotch many times through his pants. And often get touched with it while sleeping in the same bed and same coverlet. Okay, let's not go any further than this. I will forget about my wrought mood otherwise.

The next instant I hear a faint knock at the main door and I instantly close my eyes knowing it is Airab. It is his habit to knock before coming in. Though he is forgetting this with us. Why to knock when we are husband and wife? I am angrier on him now.