Married Without Love novel Chapter 35

||Zayaan's POV||

A happy sigh escaped from my lips as I looked at the sky. Spending a week here with Mishal made me fall in love with her more, if possible. Suddenly, my phone rang which made me pull it out of my pocket and answer it when I saw it was mom.

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"I want you both to come back home this instant!" Mom ordered me but before I asked her, she hung up.

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I put my phone back in my pocket and went inside the house. I entered the room and frowned when I saw Mishal was looking pale.

"You are looking pale," I told her and approached her.

I kneeled down in front of her and held her face in my hands but she wrapped her arms around me and put her head on my shoulder with a sigh. I could tell by looking at her that she wasn't feeling well and she needed to visit a doctor for a check up.

I called her name and rubbed my hand on her back gently. She hummed quietly in response but didn't move.

"We are going back home. Mom wants both of us to come back home and you seriously need to visit hospital for your check up," I told her softly.

She hummed again but didn't make a move again. I sighed before picking her up in my arms and kissed on her forehead softly.

She was like a light feather in my arms and her weight wasn't increased which made me worry about her. She put her head on my chest and snuggled into me which made me smile slightly.

"Your weight hasn't increased," I told her in concern and walked out of the house to my car.

I placed her inside my car and buckled her seatbelt. I looked at her warmly as she slumbered deeply and kissed on her forehead. I also got inside the car and drove back to my house.

Every five minutes later, I glanced at her who was still sleeping with a smile on her lips but her face was still pale.

After 6 hours, we reached home and I regretted taking her to our family house due to the long travelling. I got out of the car and went to her side. I opened the door and bent down to unbuckle her seatbelt.

"First thing you are going to do is have rest after a healthy meal," I told her sternly and helped her to walk inside the house.

"Don't you dare to put a foot inside the house!" Mom's voice echoed in the house as we were about to step inside the house.

I frowned and looked up at mom who was glaring at Mishal with disgust in her eyes.

"Mom!" I said in a loud voice, coldly and angrily.

"Zeba!" Amma bi and dad also called her at same time, sternly.

I took Mishal inside the house and tried to control my anger. What had gotten into mom which made her to behave like this with my wife! When I asked her, she looked at Mishal with more hate.

"How can you accept a sinner girl like her is beyond me! Do you have any idea how she is making all of us fool with this dirt inside her stomach?" Mom asked me in anger and pointed at Mishal's stomach.

I felt the anger and rage inside me increased more. I held Mishal tightly but gently to stop myself from exploding.

"Don't you dare to call my child a dirt, mom!" I told her, sternly and dangerously.

I could bear everything but if someone ever tried to say something to my wife or something that was related to her then I would not stop myself from becoming a beast.

"Are you in the right state of your mind?" Amma bi asked mom in anger.

"I am! But not you all are. I have reports which prove that she has this dirt before this marriage. And to cover this dirt she sedu--," Before she finished her sentence, I shouted at her.

"Stop it, mom!"

Mishal startled beside me and held my arm. I held her and tried not to scare her, by controlling my anger.

"Why? Why are you saving that prosti--,"

That's it!

"Don't you try to call my wife with names," I told her, angrily and side hugged Mishal.

"Zeba, stop with all this nonsense and go back to your house," Amma bi ordered mom, angrily but nothing was affecting her.

"I am not leaving until I make sure she leaves my son with her dir--,"