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

Chapter 7 - Missing him

There are few lines of a Qawali "Na Rukte Hain Aansu" in this chapter. The translation is here.

"Qasid Paiyaam-e-Khat ko Dena Bohat na Tool

Bas Mukhtasir Ye Kehna k Ab

Na Rukte Hain Aansu, Na Thamte Hain Naale"

(Do not stretch the letter, messenger

Just Shorten it and only write

Neither Tears nor lamenting Stops)

Chapter 7

ELZA

The Qawali of Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan is being played in a soft volume. The deep words are making me doleful. It is one of his favorite. His... Airab...

"Qasid Paiyaam-e-Khat ko Dena Bohat na Tool

Bas Mukhtasir Ye Kehna k Ab

Na Rukte Hain Aansu, Na Thamte Hain Naale"

Embracing myself, I weep, like I am unabridged-ly shattered which is utterly true. I wanted to make our relation work. Airab, why do you not understand? Was it always about sex? Those mid nights' chocolates, sharing desserts from the same bowl. Wasn't it anything?

I had started to feel for you.

I still feel for him even after being tarnished beyond boundaries.

I wave away my soft thoughts to make myself resilient on my point. What he has said is awful and wholly crude. I sob in the confinement of my room, my parents' home. It is all their fault. They had forced me to marry Airab at such a young age saying he is superlative. He will handle spouse issues with sagacity.

I am here since last night. I made a lame excuse saying I am feeling lonesome without Airab in such a big room. Everyone bought the excuse smoothly easing up my task.

A certain kind of void had hit me when I stirred from my sleep last morning. Thinking it to be the cause of my inner turmoil, I try to ignore it. I was up earlier than usual but Airab was not in around.

In midafternoon, mom called for lunch making it knotty to put down her sweet luscious calling. I put no efforts in feigning happiness even after taking a seat at dining table. His chair was empty. I was feeling blue. My over protective mother-in-law grasped my sorrow in a second asking me am I sad because Airab has gone to Italy on a business trip for a week. Honestly, it was partially true. I was shocked with the information but somehow took few bites of lunch in respect of mama and baba.

Not for once he thought to check on me. 11pm was the time told to me of his jet fly. He did not deserve yet I provided him 36 hours to contact me. Now, my mobile phone is switched off. Social apps... well I disconnected the lion-speed Wi-Fi available at my own home and left them there. I only brought iPod with no Wi-Fi. He must be engaged in making plans to persuade me at just sex. A heavy lump forms in my throat, bringing tears to my eyes. Does not he love me?

I detest everyone now. My parents, his parents. Everyone.

For the fulfillment of their desires and satisfactions I was fastened in this relation. I am pushed, deeply, in a complicated mess. I wish I had listened to myself on that evening of proposal followed by a fancy Iftaar and dinner. I also had fortnight time till wedding but I kept myself reticent, thinking it might be happening for good.