Married To A Rich Jerk

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Biya POV:
He is going to cheat on me .Fine he said I am his maid and I do not have to say anything to his whereabouts .Ok! mister now I will not  be your wife .You will not have right on me. Now I will not let you to use me and torment me. Wait and watch Mr Ayaan aka demonic handsome.

I am in my thoughts when Ayaan yell my name . "Biya!  Biya!"
"What?" I said in a harsh yet determine tone.
"Be ready we are going at a party and donot wear this pathetic thing that you cover your head with. And dress up like a lady."
I just wanted to slap him but I control my anger lower my gaze and move towards the kitchen by listening his curse.

Its not like I am a pious lady but atleast I offer prayer and cover my head. Anyways I am going to the party with the long sleeves and head scarf asusual . I am not afraid of him but I decided against it . I am gonna wear my beautiful black dress with golden embroidery and the golden heels.

Its time to get ready and show him who I am ? Wait and watch jerk. I started getting ready I wear the dress and now I am applying makeup usually I used to apply a pink lipgloss and a wing eyeliner but now I am doing full face makeup and use cherry plum lipstick  its my favourite lipcolour from now on .
I have a long wavy hairs which are blonde. I brush my hair and make a side french and let the rest of the hair in a high pony tail and I am all done. Now its time to wear a pearl necklace." Honk honk". By the car horn I think jerk is arrive so I should be heading downstairs.

Ayaan is wearing a black armani suit and he is looking handsome more particularly handsome jerk. Its sounds better if I called him handsome demon or handsome jerk. I am in my own thoughts checking him out when he coughs lightly .
"Stop checking me out I know I am handsome."
"Jerk!"I muttered.
"What?"  He shouts.
"Nothing" I said sweetly.

At party:

What a jerk ? He left me in the party alone and dancing with the cake face plastic doll. What she has that I do not have? Why he does not love me . I hate her with all my heart . I just wanted to slap her that he is dancing with my man and how he holds her like she is precious to him.  I feels like unwanted here and may be I do not belong here.

Suddenly someone appear nowhere and called me Bhabi. I look towards him but he is average as compare to the jerk . But why I am comparing both.

"Assalam o Aalikum! I am Jahan sikander . Ayan couzin .May be he tells you about me." He said
" Walikum assalam! No he does not ." I said

We talk randomly he seems to be a nice guy and soon we exchange number ofcoarse as a friend and I think of him as a brother.

I am about to dance with him someone grab me from behind.
"May I dance with her bro!" And he is none other than the handsome jerk.
"Someone seems to be very enjoying today but to blast your bubble its time to go home and have some class with you about today. Right wifey!" He said and we says good bye and head towards the house.