Married Without Love novel Chapter 4

||Mishal's POV||

They informed me Zayaan had already left for important work without breakfast. I finished my breakfast silently and pushed my plate after eating half of it, feeling I took more bites, I would end up vomiting again.

I went to the lawn for the fresh air. I was walking in the lawn when the main door opened and a car drove in. I stared at the car thinking Zayaan was back.

But when it stopped on the porch, a girl stepped out of the car. She looked beautiful and confident, having the aura of a courageous woman. She looked around as she closed the door and paused when she spotted me. She paused for a minute then smiled at me.

She made her way towards me and stopped in front of me. I was looking at her in confusion while she was smiling at me.

“So, you are the one who takes over Zayaan’s heart,” She said with a teasing smile.

“Where are my manners! Sorry! I should have introduced myself first,” She said with a laugh and rolled her eyes at herself, “I am Innaya. You can say I am a family friend of your husband.”

“I am Mishal,” I said with a smile.

I took her inside the house and we both sat in the living hall. She told me about herself that she was a lawyer and was here for some work reason. We both talked and she made me laugh a lot.

I never had any friends in my life and didn't know the meaning of friendship but she talked with me so friendly and seemed friendly. She didn't make me feel like it was our first meeting.

She told me she was busy with something which made her not attend my wedding and her brother also died a few days before the wedding. I quickly passed my condolences after hearing her brother's death.

“I am the only one who is talking from the past hour. You are so quiet and not talking much,” She complained with a pout.

“I don't speak much,” I mumbled, shyly.

That was true. I didn't talk much because I was lonely since I was born. We both looked up when we heard someone enter the living hall.

Zayaan entered the living hall with a man of the same age as him. I saw Innaya standing up and glared at the man behind Zayaan in anger.

“What the hell is he doing here? Do you stalk me? You just appear from somewhere wherever I go,” She yelled at him.

I looked at her in shock and surprise. Anyone would get scared by seeing this side of her just like I did for a moment. She looked dangerous while looking angry.

“I come here for important work. I am not stalking you. Here is only one stalker and that is you who stalks people,” He said to her softly like he was speaking to a stubborn child.

“I don't stalk anyone. Even if I do then it is a part of my work,” She said, irritatedly.

She stomped out of the living hall in anger leaving me alone with them. I looked at Zayaan who was already looking at me and came near me.

“He is my friend. Asher,” Zayaan informed me, standing beside me.

I looked at the man who called Asher and saw him turning his attention to me. He gave me a small and turned to Zayaan.

“Lucky you! You get a beautiful girl unlike me,” Asher said looking at the door again from where Innaya stomped out.

I excused myself, leaving them alone and went out to look for Innaya. She was sitting in the kitchen and eating frozen yogurt and cursing under her breath.

“He likes you,” I told her, quietly.

She stopped and looked at me for a second then groaned.

“Not you. Please I am tired of listening to everyone saying he likes me. He doesn't like me. It is just an obsession and I hate him,” She said and started eating again.

“Ma'am, lunch is ready and both sirs are waiting for you both at the table,” A servant said coming inside the kitchen before I told Innaya it wasn't an obsession.

"Do you want to eat with them on the table or here in the kitchen? I can join you if you choose latter," I told Innaya, thinking she might not like eating with Asher.