Married Without Love novel Chapter 30

||Mishal's POV||

The cool breeze was blowing as the sun slowly was setting and hiding behind the mountains. The sky had beautiful shades of colour and stars were shining brightly. An arm slowly wrapped around me and pulled me near a warm body. I leaned against him as I watched Numan's car disappearing out of sight. I quickly wiped my tears because I didn't want them to leave so soon but I understood they had to reach home before pa.

I put my head on his chest and looked up at him with a wide and soft smile. He looked down at me and wiped my tears and placed his lips on my forehead.

"Thank you so much for this," I whispered with a happy sigh.

"You don't have to. Now come inside and have something to eat before rest," He told me, softly.

I nodded my head and we both walked inside the house. He took me to the patio and made me sit on the chair. He disappeared inside the house and appeared again a few minutes later with a tray. He placed the tray in front of me on the table and sat beside me. We both ate on the same plate and with the same spoon, just like in the morning. Like most of the time, he fed me with his hands.

After eating, he took me inside the house and gave me medicine which doctor had prescribed me. I went inside the small wardrobe and was surprised to see he had put some ladies clothes there. But none of them was something which I could wear for sleeping.

I sighed and moved to Zayaan's section and hesitantly took out his loose T-shirt and trousers. I stared down at his clothes then slowly removed my clothes and changed into his comfortable and loose clothes. I put my clothes neatly in the laundry hamper.

I stood in front of the mirror and stared at myself with a smile. My eyes moved down on my baby bump and my hands automatically moved on my bump. I wasn't looking bad in his clothes.

I exited the wardrobe and entered the room. I arranged the pillows on the bed before sitting on the bed with a sigh in relief. I looked up when Zayaan entered the room and he stilled as he looked at me. His lips parted and he slowly approached me and stopped in front of me.

"I hope you don't mind about your clothes being borrowed by me," I told him as I glanced at him shyly.

When he didn't answer me, I felt myself panic at his silence and looked at him.

"O-ah! I-I.. think I should ch--," I was about to stand up and change into other clothes but I was stopped by him.

How?

When he leaned down and let his soft and rough lips meet mine as he slammed his lips with mine. The kiss turned from soft to rough which took my breath away. I felt myself getting lightheaded with a rough yet little soft kiss which had so many feelings in it. Soon I was laid on the bed with him on top of me carefully but he pulled away from the kiss which made me disappointed because I wanted to continue whatever was going to happen.

He kissed me on my forehead before laying beside me with a sigh. Both of us were breathing heavily and only sounds in the room were our raging breaths. I turned my head to look at him who was rubbing his face with his hands. He quickly stood up from the bed which made me sit up quickly.

"Where are you going?" I asked him and stopped him by grabbing his wrist.

I felt him getting tense which made me slowly remove my hand and I looked down at the floor. I felt him turned around and he kissed me on my head before whispering,

"I need to take a shower."

By saying this, he quickly walked to the washroom. I felt frustration in his voice and it left me confused for a second. I laid back on the bed with a sigh and hid my face in my hands.

I think I should also take the shower.

My wild thoughts were not leaving me which made me facepalm. I closed my eyes tightly and groaned silently. I sat up slowly with a pout and glanced at the door of the washroom but before I did something which made me regret later, I stood up from the bed and walked out of the room.

I walked to the kitchen to drink cold water but my eyes fell on my newly found love, Nutella. I picked the jar from the counter and opened the lid. I also found a packet of Lays and took it too. I went to the living hall and opened the sliding door and sat on the couch with crossed legs, like yoga style.

I opened the packet of Lays and put it on my lap. I picked a Nutella jar in one hand and took chips from the packet before dipping it in the Nutella and putting it in my mouth. I munched them and closed my eyes. That combination was helping me forget whatever happened in the room.

When the chips finished, my hands were full of chocolate. I licked all the chocolate from my hands and wiped my chocolate-full face with the tissue which was in front of me on the table. I pulled my lips in a pout when I looked down at the empty jar and packet, on my lap. Suddenly, someone chuckled softly which echoed in the silent hall and startled me.

"Don't worry. We will buy a new jar for you," I heard a teasing voice from my left side which made me quickly look at him.

Zayaan was standing against the door frame with amusement sparkled in his eyes and one side of his lips curled up playfully. The water on his wet hairs made me look so weak because they were shining brightly under the moonlight. The water from his hairs was dripping down on his face. All the wild thoughts hit me again by one glance at him.

The word which starts from ‘s’ and ends at ‘y’ suits him perfectly!

S-E-X-Y!

I mentally slapped myself for being like this suddenly. I shouldn't listen to amma bi but now look at what she was doing with me.

OK! I shouldn't blame her but maybe I think I can blame this on my pregnancy which is making me a mess.

I quickly looked away from him and pressed my lips together and pinched on my hand to wake myself.

"What happened?" He asked me and I heard him walking towards me.

"Nothing. Nothing," I squeaked and quickly stood up before he reached me.

I put the empty jar and Lays packet on the table and quickly walked past him to the room with burning cheeks. When I entered the room, I quickly laid on the bed and pulled the duvet up to my face and hid myself from him. I closed my eyes and felt a wave of exhaustion hit me and darkness took me in a second.

During my sleep, I felt the duvet removed from my face and soft lips placed on my forehead but I was too tired to open my eyes. But before completely slumbering into darkness, I heard him whispering, quietly in a foreign language,

"Za ta sara meena kwam!"

(I love you!)

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It was almost a week since we both were on a trip or maybe a second honeymoon. We both spent our days together in each other's company and a few times he took me for a small walk around the house. And during nights, I avoided him because I didn't want to repeat whatever happened that night to me. My night routine was before he came in the room, I laid down on the bed and pretended to sleep.

During those pretending sleeps, I got to know a little thing about him. He secretly massaged my swollen feet when I was sleeping and also humming a soft tune which made me sleep peacefully.

It was daytime and the sun was shining brightly, spreading it's rays in the room. I winced in pain as I laid myself on the bed and a sigh escaped from my lips when my back hit with the soft and comfortable mattress. I closed my eyes and sighed again. My lower back was paining from the last two days but today it was paining more.