Her Replaced Husband ✓

¶chapter fifty two¶

"What did you say?" She whispered, shock building in her whole body.

Faris smiled at her and this never irked her before. It was all an imitation, a willful attempt to please her. He didn't do anything spontaneously and purposelessly when it came to her. Everything was planned just to make her feel like that he loved her.

"Maybe I love you. Maybe now I don't have to fabricate anything because I feel this. I feel emotions for you," he reasoned in a low yet calm voice.

But he was successful in igniting the fire in Ajwa's heart. Mixed feelings of surprise, happiness, and anger arose in her veins. She approached Faris and pushed his chest.

"Don't say this. Don't lie to me, I told you this very clearly. I am not desperate for love and I can live without it but don't you play this game with me," her voice cracked because of those stupid tears.

She glared at Faris before walking away. She just couldn't stand the mere sight of him.

"I never liked white roses. Their single glance made me repulsive. Neither could I stand their smell nor I could touch them. I developed a dislike for them and thought of myself on the verge of being allergic to them. But since you came here and I got to know that white roses are your favorite, these make me love them because you love them." Faris's words put a halt to her feet and she stiffened in her place.

She remembered a few months back, she had torn white roses from their garden and set them in the vase in their bedroom. At that time, she didn't know Faris's intense aversion to them. That day, he didn't come into the room. And when he did, it only happened when she slept. During this, he removed the flowers from his side of the vase on the side table. When Ajwa woke up in the morning, she was confused to find one bunch of roses gone.

When she discussed this with Khan Baba, he told and warned her that Faris had a heavy allergy to white roses. And the reason was that his mother liked them. Their sight made him remember the woman and her love for his father. Ajwa got very remorse at this information so she quickly took them away from their room.

Now she was seeing her husband holding the white rose in his hand and sniffing its smell. Seeing her turning around, Faris locked his expressive grey eyes on her. There was an emotion in them. They weren't detached. It resembled what she felt for him. It was similar to her own eyes which twinkled on his sight.

It was love.

"But now I got to know that emotions, things, and feelings related to them aren't bad. The real bad ones are the bad people. And that I am in love with you," he murmured, walking near to her.

Faris held her hand and placed the bouquet in it. "I love you, Ajwa."

She swallowed painfully. Many tears fell on her cheeks by this effort  She wasn't able to breathe properly. She never expected this. "That flower thing is because....you have started to love what I love?"

Faris regarded her calmly before shrugging. "It was my way of dealing with things. A plausible and emotionless way. Something which never passed through the heart. Something painfully logical."

He stopped to catch a breath while Ajwa kept on looking at him without blinking.

"But since you came," he grumbled, something shifted between neutral and emotion in his eyes. Completely giving the show off what he was saying with his words. "The feelings are lurking everywhere. There is no composure and everything is wild."

"But shouldn't it bother you that your life's calm has gone away?" Ajwa implored impatiently.

Faris placed one hand over her jaw. "That stillness is so stupid in front of this havoc. The darkness is so awful in front of my Sunshine." His lips curled to form a lop-sided grin at this.