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

Chapter 27 - Gone

Chapter 27

AIRAB

There is a security check point at the entrance of her university and being a responsible citizen, I do not scowl.

The driver shows the ID card to the watchman who is giving a silly smile – a way of apology to follow the strict security procedure with me, too. Being one of the fund raisers, I am paid a lot of respect here.

Once inside the gate, I step out of car, feeling the shortage of oxygen. My heart is shallowing – the crap ladylike feelings thou.

My entrance news is enkindled into the ears of Vice principal, resonating a humble meeting call. That's the reason I always give her a call five minutes prior to my arrival and she herself comes outside when I do her the final text. But considering her todays' condition, I prefer she does not walk much.

Currently, the husband me only wants to converse with my wife having arm stretched to her shoulder while we watch a movie. The last time, I had come to pick my wife, I had to sing 'Afreen Afreen' for her owing to the intense requests. She was a rose among the crowd being helpless to my shenanigan filled continuous stare. The thing I hate about on the spot requests is the viral video clips. The social media was on fire. Even I had the same clip ruling my Newsfeeds for almost a week.

Should I go? I begin contemplating.

Before I could formulate a firm decision in the ten-sec tenure, I spot the V.C coming out of his cabin in his by and large grey glory. His sophisticated suit fixes its outlook in my mind to get this design for me in pitch black color.

Out of formality, I take some steps towards him and he right out pulls me into a manly hug.

Shit, I am in a mess!

"Hello, son." He purrs patting my back. "Heard there are twins coming soon?" His words etch question tone and face has the excitement of grandfather.

"Yes, totally unbelievable for me." I join the humor with the fact. It has been a month since the hot news of my twins, still the congratulations mob daily at my door.

"He has done best for you." He gives credits to Allah for blessing me with children, finally. "Come inside, have tea." He offers heartily.

"No, no. I have come to pick Elza. She must be on her way." Before, I could hear another word from him, the chaos gives me goosebumps.

My brows immediately knit as my heart sinks thinking of my beloved wife in some damaged situation.

I pray hard in my heart for Elza's safety. But it's the fact, what you have to face, you do.

The news when reach my ears that the pregnant wife of Airab Haroon has fallen off the stairs in Cafeteria, my feet literally flew towards the place I had visited like four years ago, screaming at the driver to be there.

As I halt near a dirty table with the used plates, I see many breaths held... in remorse? The mourning voices of pain are so loud and exhausted, heartrending me to the edge.

Looking at the left, I see the stairs to lead me down floor where the mob is gathered. I part them away, clearing a space for me.

The pageant stabs my whole existence and I instantly take the pale, wet face of my spouse in lap from her friend.

She grips the buttons of my coat from wrist and murmur. "Airab, our babies..." Curling into my warmth, she bellows in the pain. My heart wrenches, and for a moment I think my consumption proportion of oxygen from this world is going to end.