HER BROKEN HUSBAND

CHAPTER SIXTEEN (PART ONE)

"This job gave me a very much needed sense of freedom! An explainable one and a not so explainable one!"- Isma Taib.

Late!

She couldn't be late!

"HE HAD SAID NOT TO BE LATE!"

That was the only thing Isma continuously kept muttering to herself as she bustled about her room trying to get ready for her very first day of work, her mind fully and permanently clouded with nothing but thoughts of Hisham Hosseini.

"The Personal Assistant!"

There was definitely something!

Something about him!

Something about him that did nothing but make her feel extremely drawn.

Extremely drawn towards him!

Something none of the men out there had ever been able to do.

MEN!

She hated them!

Hated them with all of her heart and soul.

Then why?

Then why was this one particular man embedded in her every single thought?

A man part of her every single breath.

A man part of...

Aargh!

Just what was it about him?

She buried her face in her hands as a much frustrated sigh escaped her lips, her thoughts quickly getting cut short by the shrill ringing of her cell phone and she couldn't help but roll her eyes upon seeing that it was none other than her fiancé- Yusuf.

Her fiancé Yusuf who had been insistently calling her for something like the umpteenth time and that was the only reason she decided to finally, though very much reluctantly pick up his call.

"Salam, Yusuf!"

"What the hell, woman! I have been relentlessly calling you since last night!"

"I slept early!"

"I don't care! No woman and I mean no woman of MINE will continuously choose to ignore me like this!"

"I am not your woman, Yusuf!"

He let out a loud laugh; his laugh filled with nothing but scorn and then said...

"You already are my woman in many different ways, Isma. Don't make me remind you. I've just chosen to not make you FULLY MINE as YET!"

She tightly shut her beautiful eyes, feeling extremely disgusted by his answer and deep down she couldn't help but wonder why he had been relentlessly calling her in the first place.

Was it just to tell her such revolting kind of things?

Was it just to remind her of how much disrespect he held for her?

Was it just to...

Hot tears stained her eyes and she couldn't help but ask...

"What do you want, Yusuf? What do you want?"

"YOU! I WANT YOU! I VERY MUCH WANT YOU AND ONLY YOU!"

"Why Yusuf? Why?"

"You're my first love, Isma. My childhood sweetheart! "

"But you're not my first love, Yusuf. You're definitely not my first love. I've never loved you or any other man before and never will..."

"I please don't want to be yours, Yusuf. I please don't want to be yours or...