chapter 7

Alishba pov:

The whole ride I've been silent. Ishra tried to talk but I only nod or shook my head. I was feeling drained. And there's one thing that can help me cooking. Whenever I'm feeling extreme emotions I cook. And I'm feeling hurt, pissed and betrayed. I was lost when ishra shook my shoulder. I looked her confused and she crossed her arms. "What happened to you? You been spaced out." I shook my head. "It's nothing...Just, uh, I was thinking of....grandpa?" It sounded more like a question. She looked me intently then nodded and got out. I looked around to see we have already arrived. I sighed andgot out. I nudged ishra. She looked me and I played with my finger.

"Can I cook?" Her eyes widen. "I mean I am not feeling good and helps me with.....situations. Please. I won't.....can't escape from here. And beside I don't have a reason anymore." I whispered the last part to myself and closed my eyes to prevent tears. "Uh....Okay....I'll be there." I looked ishra who smiled at me. We walked in and made ourway to kitchen while putting our bags in living room. As we enter I was again in awe it was beautiful with modern equipment. Stainless steel. It was beautiful. The floor was wooden and island and counters were themed with red and white. "So, what are you going to cook?" Ishra voice piped in and I hummed. "I don't know. What about lasagne. I'm craving for it." I looked ishra she grinned. "Thank goodness, I bought those stuff yesterday. Thought I'll tell maid to cook but it's great. You could do with them. Wait! Do you know how to cook?"

She walked to the cabinets and took out the necessary ingredients. "Yes. You can rest while I make it." Ishra put the ingredients over the counter and shook her head. "It's okay. I could help you." I sighed and bit my lip. "I'm sorry. I just...uh, I want to do it alone. It makes me feel better." Ishra looked her reluctantly and nodded. She stepped back and smiled. "Okay then, if you need any help I'll be in my room. It's two doors down your room." She flashed another smile before going out. I sighed and rested my back against the counter. What am I suppose to do? Maher doesn't want me back. He doesn't love me. I felt tears privkle at the corner of my eyes. But this time I didn't stop them. It's shitty knowing the person you love doesn't love back like that. It would mean I'm stuck here I have no reason to leave now.

I made the sauces and filling while thinking about Maher. Did he really found someone else? Is she more beautiful then me? Did he even meant what he said? After assembling the layers and sauces I put in the oven. Leaned against the counter. I thought I heard my name being called faintly but I was too lost gone in my thoughts. It was a lie. All lie. He led me on. Every one is same. They use other. Plays with their feelings. He never loved me. He lied to me. He's a liar. Everyone is.

With a frustrated yell I threw the bowl down the counter. Why? Why? Why did he have to do this? Ryan is the same. Everyone is same. They use than dispose. I didn't knew but I was jerked back and shook. I was seeing red and when my eyes snapped to familiar hazel one. I frowned and got out of his hold. "What are you doing?" I snapped and stepped back. His eyes widen but soon turned to scowl. "What am I doing? What do you think you're doing going around my kitchen and breaking my things?" He all but yelled. His kitchen. His kitchen. I pointed my finger towards him. "your kitchen. Then, I'm your wife. I have equal right over this." I was too far gone to think what I was saying.

He smirked. "If I remembered correctly you were kidnapped. And you're not allowed to leave your room." His tone became serious. I frowned. seriously. "I'm not your prisoner." I gritted out, my fist clenched. "Oh but you are. This is my place and I kidnapped you so technically you are my prisoner." This was it. He was no different. Using other for their own good. I hate him. Turning I picked up the pile of plates, held it in air and let them fall. They all crashed. All four of them. His face was priceless. In different circumstances I would've laughed to death. But I was pissed, hurt, betrayed, mad. I looked him one last time with teary red eyes. "You're all same. I hate you."

With that I stomped off to where my room was. I pushed open the door and slamming it shut. I'm never the aggressive one but when I felt betrayed and lied too I came out worst. And it scares me.

I laid on my bed and closed my eyes. This time I didn't stop the tears that ran down my eyes. And soon I was sobbing into the pillow. I don't know how long I had cried but I groaned when my stomach rumbled. I didn't eat at the mall and my lasagne. I left my baby in the oven only because of that stupid Ryan. I got up and went to door. And I wasn't surprised to find it locked. I banged my head against the door and gritted my teeth. How could he lock me up again? And why the he'll didn't I heard the click of lock?

You were busy crying. Dufoos. My subconscious said in duh tone. I might have to go to bed hungry. With another groan I made my way to shower. A nice relaxing shower might help. With that thought I went to take shower. Thank Allah crying did me a little good. My chest felt a little lighter. And my anger for Maher had definitely calmed but the betrayal was still there. How could he move on so fast? After shower I changed into my pj and decided just to brush my hair and let it air dry. I didn't bother my hijab because I wasn't going out anytime soon and no one's coming in. As far as Ryan is concerned I'm sure he won't be coming anytime soon. I got out of shower and my nose instantly hit with familiar smell. I inhaled and my eyes found my handmade lasagne. I licked my lips as my stomach growled.

I wonder who put it there? Maybe maids. Whatever. I went to the table and let me tell you I was very happy seeing three big portions of lasagne. Quickly taking the plate I made my way towards the couch and switched on the tv. I settled on one of my favourites serial revenge. In reality it was just distraction, my mind was still roaming around Maher. I didn't realize when I finished my meal and sat there staring tv blankly while pondering over what Maher said. I blinked when tv was switched off. I turned to see Ryan standing with his arms crossed.

I blinked again and setting my plate on table I got up. I tied my hijab loosely . I was feeling numb and hollow. "Why aren't you a crybaby?" My head snapped towards Ryan. He smirked and it took all in my willpower to not strangle him. I blinked and counted to ten to calm my nerves. I really don't wanna deal with him. Turning I went towards the balcony. Fresh air might help. I thought he would take his cue to leave me but who I was kidding. He is dumb. I opened the door and went outside.

The view ewes breath taking. You could see lake a few feet away. And the enchanting fragrance of flowers and trees always calms me. It gives me peace of mind. I could hear faint sounds of waves as slow cool breeze blew. I breathed in slowly and closed my eyes. Feeling everything. Just feeling. And my moment was gone when I heard chuckle from beside me. I opened my eyes in frustration and glared at Ryan. Who obviously ignoring my glare smirked as he stood against the railing with his front to me.

"Were you crying because I yelled at you? Or because I locked you again? Or maybe perhaps you couldn't escape to your lover boy?" That was it. Every string of patience In me broke. He just stood there with crossed arms. "Everything is not about you. I don't care you yell at me or abuse me. And Maher is not my lover boy." I looked towards the scenery and mumbled. "At least not anymore." It hurt to say those words. My five years worth love doesn't matter to him anymore. I turned and decided to go to bed. Before entering room I looked over my shoulder. "You can lock me in basement for all care. I have no reason to escape." With out further waiting I went towards my bed. Crawling in bed I curled under my blankets. Closing my eyes I let silent tears drift me to sleep.

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I was woken by the warm rays of sunlight. I wasn't exactly a morning person but that doesn't mean I woke up at noon. I turned my side to see its ten. I got up stretching. The tensed muscles released. Ah...we have to visit grandpa today. I sighed. I heard shower going so probably Ryan's in there. Making my way towards the closet I picked up my clothes.

Journey means exhaustion. So comfortable dress. Once I selected everything I laid them on my bed and turned just in time to see Ryan exiting bathroom. My eyes widen and I froze. He was only wearing a freaking towel. Showing his abs on perfect display. I shamelessly stare him. He is your husband after all. "Like what you see, Ali?" My gaze snapped to see his face smirking. What did he just called me? My shocked face turned to scowl. Jerk. "What did you call me?" I stalked towards him. Mentally patting myself for not distracted by his abs. When I was a foot away I crane my neck to see him because I reached just an inch or two below his shoulder. He crossed his arms and I was momentarily distracted by the flex of muscle of his bicep. Yummy. Wait what? "What did you call me?" I asked again but my gaze on his biceps and my throat dry. He chuckled and unfold his arms.

"You know you can touch them. Ali." There it was that name. He was smirking. Proud of his biceps. I decided to play along as well. I waved my hand carelessly. "Puh-leash, I've seen better. You know Maher work outs almost daily." This time I smirked and saw his smirk fall. As his expression turned hard. I think I regretted saying that. Because next thing I know I was pushed against the wall and Ryan blocking me. His eyes bore in mine. I couldn't help bet stare back. "I told you you are mine. And I don't want to hear his name. You belong to me now." With every word he leaned closer until we were inches apart. His lips inches from mine. I didn't dare breathe just stared. He started closing his eyes and so did I. I want this.

I leaned a bit up. Just when our lips were going to touch a knock interrupted us. Ryan jumped back quickly looking everywhere except me. "Brother, Alishba we need to leave. Hurry up." It was ishra. I was panting a little because of our encounter. Without glancing at me Ryan turned towards the closet. "Be quick. We don't want to be late becauseof you." His tone was hard. I frowned. What did I do? Oh yeah we were going to freaking kiss. I gathered my clothes and went for quick shower. The whole shower consisted of me thinking of our almost kiss.

I got out and changed and it took me about twenty minutes. Ishra was there to escort me from my room. I was greeted with a pissed off Ryan. I went for back seat but ishra literally pushed me in front seat.

"To the grandpa house." Ishra fist pumped air making me smile a little. I leaned my head against the window I stared outside.

To the grandpa house.