HIS DOLL

27- Lunch

*** AALIFA NIYAZ***

Before I could realize weeks passed. It had been two months since I earnestly started to accept myself as his while six months in total since my imprisonment.

For the first four months, I was utterly against it but since I had no other option but to submit, I continued being his mistress but now- I didn't know what happened to me.

After an intimate and pleasurable night, wearing his clothes, I fell into a deep slumber until around 7am my sleep was ruined. He got a call as I sensed him getting out of the bed. I thought he went to the bathroom but no.

"Mhm? What? You are leaving already?" I groaned when he got up early and was about to leave hastily as I couldn't perceive where or why.

"Yeah. Some important work came. I have to leave urgently." He hummed, wearing his coat and combing his hair to leave. I frowned, he smirked at my reflection, giving me a delightful hug, kissing my cheeks.

"Will you come tonight?" I asked sweetly, hugging him closely.

Pressing his palm over my cheek to indulge in the tranquility of holding him with my eyes barely opened.

"I will try. Can't promise."

"Okay." I hummed, yawning as I bid him goodbye, waving my hand at him.

"You go to sleep. I am in a hurry, Darling. Take care of yourself. Allah Hafiz." He murmured.

All these months, I knew my merest affection exhilarated him. So as much sleepy I was, I forced myself to get out and went to see him off and also because he forgot his wallet.

"Zaviyaar." I yawned again loudly.

He was taken aback when he saw me, only in my undies and his shirt since there was no one in the farmhouse anyways.

"You didn't have to-"

"I will go back to sleep after you leave. Did you have breakfast?" I mumbled, leaning against the doorframe.

"Will grab something on the way."

"Took your phone and wallet?" I asked as he checked his pocket.

"Yeah-... My wallet."

I smirked, "There you go."

"Thank you."

"Take care of yourself. Allah Hafiz, I am going back to sleep."

"Sure." He chuckled as I went to my room after seeing him off.

Smiling, I closed my eyes again, hugging the pillow when I couldn't hug him. After he left, I fell asleep again, not realizing I had been skipping my prayers one after another.

After fulfilling my sleep, I woke up late, not having him beside me anymore which instantly wiped my felicity but not thinking deeply, I freshened up, put the lunch and came back to the room.

"Okay- not again." I frowned when I saw I didn't pray. It only took five to ten minutes while I was skipping them.

As Zaviyaar said, the Lord will forgive. It's okay, right?

"Huff."

Shaking my head, I was about to pray first before leaving to check on my lunch but then a sound of multiple yelling came from the lounge.

"Zaviyaar! Where are you?!" The sound was British, rough and unfamiliar.

Swallowing hard, I got worried. Narrowing my eyes, I hastily got out to see who came, "What?"