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

Chapter 13 - WE

Chapter 13

ELZA

I have wasted my precious time in assuming things. I could never understand Airab properly. If he was refraining from physical relation, then it was only for my benefit otherwise what it's to him to have sex or not.

I kept chanting my hollow egoistic promises of never backing off from my words. I disliked him, never displayed my adoration for him. And this man won the race with diamonds. He followed his words brilliantly and never backed from his intentions. It was his motto to make me fall hard for him and he did. After all, he is Airab Haroon, one of the most genius persons in the world.

I know what is my condition from two nights. He has not removed my clothes and yet I feel I would die with the shortage of oxygen. Whenever he comes closer, I fear of pain. But tonight I have vowed to myself to end this stupid fear and have him fully.

"Ezu darling, add this ginger garlic sauce, too." Mom brings me out of my reverie of Airab and notions me towards the sauce bottle laying to my right.

I am marinating the beef for grilling after copying mom in putting cuts over it. She is teaching me grilled beef with rice which off course her son means my sweet husband likes a lot.

Despite being professional cook, not for once she taunted me. Great woman, I must say! Whole family is bathed in talents. Everyone is independent not only in terms of money but also in terms of chores.

With the help of spatula, I thoroughly mix beef with the other sauces and oils while taking great care to not mess with the corners of transparent bowl. Mom likes cleanliness.

Once I am done with marinating the beef, she effortlessly covers the bowl with plastic concealer to let the spices and sauces sit in.

"Here we go in refrigerator." Mom is extremely thrilled about the dinner. I can tell she is already hungry.

"After an hour, we will put the pieces in steaks and while grilling we will do the rice, okay?" She informs, making me go happy for the time I can get with Airab. He is about to reach home any minute.

I look at her and feel like she wants to say something to me but not getting how to ask. "Mom, do you want to ask something?"

"Elza dear..." She holds my hand and I have to stop chopping the tomato. Grilled beef with rice is for dinner. For evening, I am making chaat and rolls. Rolls only need some frying and I am almost done with the chat. Yogurt is ready in a separate bowl. Second bowl contain mixture of white chickpeas, gram flour dumplings, potatoes, onion and green chilies.

"Actually, yes, I want to, I have been thinking to talk to you about something."

"Yeah ask and from next time no pre-thinking. Call and ask me anything you want, like you ask from Rabiha." My simple words make her happy from soul.

Airab says right that the egoistic stirs which are posted on social sites are just to make you think that you are right whereas if you behave like that in real, you will be devoid of satisfaction and peace.

"Does my Airab trouble you?"

"Whoa! Please someone tell me I am in a horror dream." Biyah who has been sitting at the table going through her mobile exclaims with shock. I am myself shocked. Mom and thinking Airab can trouble someone is an impossible thing. Anyways I have nick named Rabiha as Biyah. Airab told me that she was used to be called as Biyah but then she forbade all to not call her that. But me... she can never refuse me. Despite our age difference, she heartily respects the relation I have with her.