Her Replaced Husband ✓

¶chapter seventeen¶

"Love is not a real feeling I believe," Faris confessed leaving her jaw to drop in shock.

"It's not practical and not long lasting as well. One should be realistic and I am realistic," he completed with a slight shrug of his shoulder.

"So you are saying you can not love someone?" She asked without even knowing why was she going too deep in this conversation.

"Is it even a real thing?" He questioned back, smiling sharply.

Her heart felt a strong pang at his words. Why was she so much indulging in it? She wasn't going to live with him forever so it shouldn't matter to her whether he could love or not. But for some reason, it did sadden her. She always craved to be loved and her husband didn't consider this emotion as real.

"Oh yes, I forgot..." He suddenly broke the silence and then she looked at him.

"I got a phone for you," he picked up a blue shopping bag from behind and pulled it toward her. She still blankly glance at it like she didn't understand what he was saying.

"I don't need it," she mumbled.

Faris raised a brow. "Why?"

"I don't feel obligated to answer you everything," she sternly retorted and was about to walk away when Faris held her wrist.

"What's wrong?"

She pushed his hand away. "Nothing. I am hungry. I am going down."

She fled the room after that, leaving Faris confused. What happened to her all of a sudden? He left the shopping bag having a brand-new phone box on the bed and strolled out as well.

When he reached the dining area, he found Ajwa sitting there already, even busy gobbling the food. Khan Baba on the other hand was in the kitchen. When he came in front of her, she briefly raised her head to glance at him but quickly put another morsel in her mouth. He gave her a curious look before sitting on the chair opposite to her.

Khan Baba came with a jug of water. "Saab, do you need anything else?"

Faris smiled and shook his head. "No. You go and have lunch as well, Khan Baba."

The old man then looked at Ajwa who was so active in eating. "And Bibi G?"

"Don't worry about her Khan Baba. Whatever she needs, she can get it herself. It's her own house after all." Even though he was talking to Khan Baba but his eyes were on her. She could feel the heat of his gaze.

She glared at him at which a twisted smile came across his lips. Why did his smile look so charming? It didn't before as far as she could remember.

Khan Baba left after that and she again divert her attention towards the food as she didn't want to talk to that jerk. The old man was a nice cook, she agreed. She liked the chicken karahi he made.

"A wife should wait for her husband to come and then eat." She heard him say.

"Then fulfill all of your fantasies with your wife," she answered back.

"Then who are you?"

"I am not your wife," she mumbled, now taking filling a generous glass of water for herself.

His pupils darkened and he kept on looking at her without blinking. She was getting annoyed by his continuous scrutiny. Gulping a big sip of water, she glanced at him with exasperating eyes.

"What?" She couldn't stop herself now.

"You know when I tell my patients about their illness, most of them go into denial. They don't want to admit that they have this lethal disease. Then do you know what I do?"