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Chapter 25
ELZA
Scheduling 9 a.m. alarm time on my phone, I flip on his side to curl myself out of chills. He is one good of a husband and a father to be. Despite fatigue, he remains vigilant almost whole night to keep an intact hold around me so that I may not end sleeping on my stomach or in any position which may harm the baby or it's direction inside my womb.
Sniffing his special woody and animalic jasmin cologne, I begin to drift into a deep slumber, smiling about our moments. He kissed me... there. He... Wallah! He really did that. I hope we have not committed anything wrong or... a sin?
It was such a sweet gesture from his side. I might would take time in reciprocation or maybe never compose myself to carry out this act.
His love, his passion and tenderness has set me at a highly crowned place, designating me a real Queen of my King's heart.
"Bohat, Bohat Mohabbat karta Hoon Tum se."
His confession repeats in my mind, and a gleeful blush clambers my skin, especially the cheeks, mounds and down where he has kissed. Not that, it was the first time he confessed. The truth is his exceptionally pure love brings blithe to my whole existence.
My mouth naturally parts, as my defense system is currently unable to regulate the sentimental storm feeling the neck bite under my fingertips. I am sure it won't go for months. He has been an animal tonight.
How opposite is my present condition from the one assumed by the people? My own mother and elder sister was used to point my high held head as a barrier for me being accepted by any family or loved by husband.
"Ya Allah, please give me a healthy and beautiful baby because it will be a gift to my husband." I pray for a fine fettle piece because gifts should be perfect while drifting into a sleep, nuzzling more into his fragrant pillow.
The ring tone startles my half sleep. The next instant, I am intrigue of the call. Hope so Baba is okay. Rousing up my siesta head, I instantly pick the call from the unknown number, feeling my heart thudding faster in apprehension.
It can be a wrong-number too.
"Hello, Mrs. Haroon?" The sickness kicks in when I am addressed in formal yet cryptic tone at the quarter to four of morning.
"Y... Yes?" I answer, groggily, removing the hair curl from mouth.
"Elza..." Now, I am dreaming Airab's call of my name.
"Your husband has met an accident. He is being taken to the CMH. Very critical and perilous condition." The man on the other side keeps on with his informing duty. But he has no idea that his so called duty has crushed my peace, my happiness. Not only the cognition but also my vocal cords are jammed.
"Ma'am there?" The man calls out to get some reply.
Airab is hurt.
I merely hmm taking larger intakes of oxygen as shock is bombarded onto my nerves. My lips are desiccated with the chills inside and outside.
My Airab. My...
Oh my God...
Keeping a hand on my lunatic heart, I swiftly wear frock with my already worn night trousers. I do not have time or sanity to consider my dressing.
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Billionaire's Feisty Wife (Updating In the End of September 2021)
Romance~Winner of The Praise Worth Awards~ When the Sweet, Confident and people's person Airab Haroon, done M.Phil. in PR and Advertising, is married to the feisty and young Elza Ali who is 18 years only. How will she welcome his love, his passion? Will...
