j-gatherer:
Underage,abeg we dey expect upd8 o...

Sorry for d delay guys, I woke up very busy today but am gonna update soon.

Days passed by; sometimes sped and sometimes ambled. In this way, two months had gone by. In this period Aariz never contacted Komal, as he was too afraid about her possible reaction toward his forced marriage, but his heart had never stopped thinking about her for a single moment. With the passage of time, their love for each other grew to be more profound, more passionate and more intense, and at the same time more absorbing.

It was exactly month after his marriage when someone rang Aariz.

"Yes?" Unusually, his voice felt tired and painful.

"Aariz this is me, your Komal." The voice was flawlessly mellow, enchanting and vibrant.

For some moments, he was breathless, speechless as well.

"Aariz?" She breathed, unable to control her excitement anymore.

"It's a suprise for me." He said thickly, his voice still didn't show any tinge of excitement or happiness.

She waited for him to say something, but on his silence she said.

"Well, here's another suprise for you, a big one." She told him, enjoying his condition.

"Eh...what's that?"

"Aariz, I'm in Pakistan, in your city Karachi." Komal said excitedly. "I'm back."

He was completely silent for a few seconds before he spoke again.

"What about your parents?"

He heard Komal sighning loudly.

"I have left them." Her answer was quick and short.

"Left them?" He couldn't believe her, forgetting for a moment that this was what they had decided.

"Yes, I revolted." She said without much expression. "They refused to give me my happiness. I refused to obey them."

"Komal.... I.... I've to tell you something."

The words burst out like a despairing cry and there was silence for a minute before she said quietly.

"May I know what is that?"

"I can't tell you right now." He whispered. "We need to meet."

"But is everything alright?" Her voice was now shaking with some unknown fear.

"I'd tell you each and everything once we meet."

He put the phone down and Komal sat looking at hers, her hands coming to her mouth in an unconcious gesture of anxiety.

Something was probably wrong, and she had to find it out soon.

Two hours later, Aariz behind the wheel of his car. He cranked the engine and ground his teeth. With a jerk, his car raced toward Komal's place and so did his heart.

When he reached there and rang the doorbell, his whole body was drowned in sweat. Luckily, the person who opened the door was Komal herself.

As he looked at his beloved, he forgot everything for a moment. She was far more beautiful than before, tall with lush brown hair that fell past her shoulders in gentle tumbles of curl, and her eyes were blend of black and brown.

Komal had just showered and changed into an amber silk dress, darker than her hair, lighter than her eyes, which glowed like jewels in long-lashed fringes.

His eyes captured hers, and for a moment, an unguarded spark of desire passed between them.

"I've missed you." He said, smile still flirting with his lips, though his voice sounded slightly strained.

"So have I." She replied in the same tone, her own eyes never leaving his face.

As she stared at him, tears of longing rose and burned her eyes and she shuddered as their eyes locked. He was even more strikingly handsome than she recalled, his hair curling damply over his forehead. He wore a plain white silk shirt with dark gray pants, which made him extraordinarily handsome.

"Would you like to come in for a while?" She asked, pointing out toward the main door of her uncle's house.

"No, thanks." He shook his head, biting his lips, his eyes at Komal but his mind somewhere else.

"Worried about the future?"

He nodded and tried to say, "I.....

"Ssh." She shushed him, grinning, showing a set of perfect white teeth through those moist and red lips.

"You don't need to say a thing." She said softly. "I understand everything."

He smiled sweetly and looked at her gorgeous, silky and thick brown hair. It draped over her shoulders in rippling waves that cried out to be touched.

"Haven't you heard that joke.....that a woman worries about the future until she gets a husband while a man never worries about the future until he gets a wife." She broke into a soft wispy laugh.

"So keep your worries saved for later times."

As always, her laughter was enough to make him impressed by her beauty. He gazed interestingly at her brown eyes that sparkled when she laughed and a dimple that showed itself only when she smiled.

Suddenly, another face emerged from somewhere and entered his mind, blocking Komal's extra ordinary beauty. It was Zeest's.

"I've to tell her, before I go completely mad." He thought painfully and grabbed Komal's hand with force, like if he didn't do so, someone would take her away from him.

Komal was suprised by his sudden action. Aariz was almost pulling her to his car.

Her own problems were forgotten as she saw his face, so tensed and weird at the moment. Without another word, he started the engine and pressed the accelarator with full force.

"Aariz! What is it? What's the matter?" She frowned, puzzled as well as scared.

Aariz looked at her for a second and then stopped the car at the side service road.

He then ran his hand through his hair, his face frantic.

"Aariz! Stop this now! Tell me what's wrong before I go mad." She grabbed his arm and gave him a little shake. To tell the truth, her own legs were feeling weak because this was not Aariz at all. Something had happened.

"I......" He stammered, avoiding her eyes. "I got married last month."

For a minute Komal thought she didn't heard Aariz properly. She just stared at him, her eyes turning from brown to purple, color leaving her face.

"What did you say?" She just whispered the words and he looked at her exasperation, his lips tightening.

"You heard me, Komal."

The blood drained from her face.

"You....you got married?" She stared in unadulterated horror at him. Her mouth hung open in undisguised pain and her eyes seemed to glaze with disbelief as she stared at him.

"My mother forced me to do so." He said in a shaky voice.

Komal was silent for a long time and he just let her sit there quietly.

Holding back her tears, she breathlessly replied. "I..... I don't know what to say, what to ask."

"You don't have to say or ask anything, Komal." He turned his face toward hers. "I'd explain each and everything....."

"Do you have anything to explain?" She cut in quickly. "Is there anything left?"

"Believe it or not. It's just a formal marriage and nothing else. I have not even touched her and never will. I am still as pure and untouched as you left me. I don't want to be called her husband and I will never accept her as my wife."

"You must surely be mad!" She almost jumped to her feet but the roof of his car prevented her from doing so. "How's that possible?"

"Wait..." He murmured, keeping his voice as calm as possible. "Try to relax Komal. I'd tell you each and everything in detail."

She closed her eyes tightly, but the tears squeezed through her lashes and ran down to her cheeks. And then, slowly, gradually he told her everything, right from the beginning.

"You have every right to be angry and call me thousands of names." He admitted, as he tried to read her expressions through her face.

"You told me how it would be before you left and you were right. My mother is too difficult to handle but I can't live without you Komal, you're my life." He added softly.

His last sentence was followed by a long, deep silence. From Komal's lowered head, he was unable to judge her present emotional status. She just sat there, silently biting her lips, playing with her nails. She wanted to scream as agony twisted and turned inside her.

At last, she raised her head. Turning her face to his, she forced a sad smile on her lips.

"Congratulations, obedient boy." She said in trembling voice. "Have a very blessed marriage with your wife." Her voice felt like a naked knife slowly cutting his carotid.

"What's her name?"

He sighed, and twisted the key in the ignition, switching the car engine back to life.

"Why do you ask?" He asked, his voice low.

"Just curious." She gave him an injurious smile.

"Zeest." He said after a short pause and turned the car back toward her house.

"Wow!" Komal exclaimed in a clearly impressed tone. Was it an artificial act or natural? He couldn't guess.

" What does it mean?" She asked again.

"Life." His answer was short, quick and spontaneous.

"How does she look like?" Komal asked again.

On her question, Aariz looked deeply into her eyes, trying to know what was going on inside her. But perhaps, she was expert in hiding her inner feelings.

"I didn't even looked at her thoroughly." He said sternly. "But she's just an ordinary girl, a rural one. She's always wrapped in some veil even in our house. But even if she weren't, I have no interest in her looks or whatever."

She parted her lips to speak again but then closed them. The tension in the car, if anything, was more palpable. Aariz was aware of every move Komal made as he handled his car expertly.

"I can't tolerate anymore it, Komal." He said firmly, his tone solid. "You tell me what do I do now?"

Komal grinned and said, "Be a mom's boy and start living with her happily." Her tone filled with sarcasm.

Aariz gazed at her deeply, but said nothing. He said no more and neithrr did she, aware of him eyeing her speculatively as they drove the short distance to her uncle's house.

"I'm myself and I can make my own choices." He said as they reached in front of her house.

"There's no need for that now." Komal said as she opened her side door and got out of his car, her voice devoid of any particular expression.

She walked back to her house in a daze.

"I'm so sorry for getting you all worked up like this." She clamped down on her lower lip to stop its trembling.

"You've every right to be angry or get mad or whatever you want." Aariz said, as he followed her down to the house. "But I'd like to say one last thing."

Although she didn't ask what 'last' thing was, but she did stop at her place, turning her back to him.

"A guy who can leave his mother for a wife," Aariz said in a gentle, sober voice. "He can sure leave his wife too, if he finds some other better woman."

Her feet trembled at his words. They did make sense but her ego didn't allow her to reveal her honesty and appreciate him for what he'd said.

"Good night Aariz." She said coldly, stopping at her silhouette. "I have to close this door now."

She stood there as he backed off, and then stepping in, she closed the door.

Once inside, she remained there for a few minutes, remembering what he had done, fixing it in her mind, she knew she would never forget his betrayal.

Been a silent follower bt i can't help bt comment because i av been enjoying every bit of this story since d begining. More ink to ur pen nd more blood to ur vein. Hug ng kissssssssssseeeeeeeeesssss

Shuq29: Been a silent follower bt i can't help bt comment because i av been enjoying every bit of this story since d begining. More ink to ur pen nd more blood to ur vein. Hug ng kissssssssssseeeeeeeeesssss

Thnx

U leave me wanting more after each upd8...nd I commend u for the long upd8s dt u've been giving us,it's nt easy

j-gatherer:
U leave me wanting more after each upd8...nd I commend u for the long upd8s dt u've been giving us,it's nt easy

Its my pleasure. Tomorrow will be Eid day, so I may not be able to update but if I'm chanced I will, you may even get the update tonight. Thnx guys

underage:

Its my pleasure. Tomorrow will be Eid day, so I may not be able to update but if I'm chanced I will, you may even get the update tonight. Thnx guys

tnx 4d update maam buh cnt help d oliver twist nature in me..moorrreeeeeee!!!

Wonderfull story

This will determine if Aariz and Komal love is realy that Strong.
Nice update.

Pls let Komal pack well so that Zeest can enjoy her marriage...Lobatan

lola_bridget: Pls let Komal pack well so that Zeest can enjoy her marriage...Lobatan

Ma tots exactly uh it seems none of dem got him @d end..curious 2knw wah rily happened

keep d update coming
keep d flag flying
eku ise

Barka de eid kabir madam underage. May Allah bless you in this season of celebration.

Hello beautiful people. Thnx for being here, really appreaciate it

Eid mubarak to everyone and Ameen to your prayers Winnie

There won't be any update today, sorry. Av got guest to entertain and many other things but I promise you a super long update once am back but keep the comments coming, they r very encouraging

I see there are some peope who want Komal to pack up and those curious to know what happened, patience my dears. It will all unfold soon . Love you all.

I can't wait ooo

kinxen:



Ma tots exactly uh it seems none of dem got him @d end..curious 2knw wah rily happened

thats were the suspense kick in.

Eid Mubaraq to every muslim in d house...hope u're all enjoying ur day ?

lola_bridget: I can't wait ooo

I will soon be here dear.

Deiok: thats were the suspense kick in.

Exactly.....

j-gatherer:
Eid Mubaraq to every muslim in d house...hope u're all enjoying ur day ?

Eid mubarak to u too. This is actually one of the best Eids av had. .
Btw, am waiting for my meat abeg.

underage:

Eid mubarak to u too. This is actually one of the best Eids av had. .
Btw, am waiting for my meat abeg.

Gud 2knw u had fun dat wuld mean 3 long updates 4 us 2day

kinxen:

Gud 2knw u had fun dat wuld mean 3 long updates 4 us 2day

Hopefully yes. It might come a bit late bt u'll get that.

People in the house, whr is my Sallah meat?

We are suppose to ask you that.

She managed to pull herself together and called Aariz on the phone later that night.

"Aariz..." She was crying.

"Yes, Komal....my Komal, I am here, anything wrong?" Her fearful voice made his heart suffered.

"I.... I can't live without you Aariz." Unable to control herself any longer, she emptied her heart at once. "I have to get you Aariz. I love you so much."

There was a unique desperation in her voice, which was very new and yet satisfying for Aariz as he heard her saying.

"I have become tired now, trying to understand myself, but you can't be anyone's, expect me."

"I'm yours." He said firmly. "All yours."

"I am scared..... I don't know what would happen." Komal's words were spiced with fear, and she couldn't stop shivering.

"Hey take it easy." He told her gently. "Zeest had already agreed for my second marriage with you."

"Really?" Komal said aloud, with mixed emotions of happiness and excitement. It was very unexpected news for her.

"How can you be so sure? What if...."

"Don't." He said sharply. "Let's see what we're faced with. Don't borrow trouble. Everything will be alright."

"But......first I want you to divorce her." She said

"Divorce?" He was silent for a moment. Although he and Zeest were not practically married but he hadn't thought about divorce yet.

"I'll talk to her about that. Don't worry, okay?" He said, taking a shuddering breath.

"We'll fight for our right, dear!" He assured her.

He sounded so sure; she wanted to believe him. She had to believe him.

That night, they talked for hours, each emptying their hearts. There were refreshing promises, evetlasting hopes, storms of emotions, intimate confessions, and future plans to exchange.

It was about 5 a.m when Komal finally put down the reciever, feeling much better and relieved. As she closed her eyes, warmth surged through her, and she knew suddenly that everything waa going to be alright.

*************

For the next month, Aariz stayed clear of Zeest and she could never seem to make up her mind whether she was happy or sad about that.

Meal times were stilted affairs with no one saying very much. She rarely saw him smile anymore. He remained aloof whenever she was around, always very brisk and business like.

By then, the lack.of rest and sleep began to paint faint shadows below her eyes, and they didn't go unnoticed by her mother-in-law.

"Aren't you feeling good, Zeest?" She asked at the breakfast table one morning, eyeing her critically.

"I..... I'm alright, mother." She said softly, her eyes low as usual. "It's just that I have nothing to do." She tried to smile.

"Why not?" Mrs. Ali's eyes widened. "You can do whatever you want, daughter. Keep yourself busy."

"I try....but." She said in a low voice. "Servants do all the work. I'm just not used to that."

"I understand." Mrs. Ali sighed aloud. "It must not be very easy for you to adjust to the city environment so soon, right?"

"Mother, I lived in Islamabad for three years." She told her soberly, a gentle smile playing on her lips. "I graduated there."

"Oh wow!" Mrs. Ali was truly suprised. "You're a graduate?"

"She nodded in answer. "I have also done some short courses in cooking, interior designing and decoration."

"Well, that's great." Mrs. Ali was beaming from ear to ear. "Your hobbies are very positive and healthy."

Blushing, she lowered her head and said, "Mother, I..... I needed your permission."

"Yes, yes?" Mrs. Ali asked, very much willing to co-operate. "For what?"

"Back in my village, I used to teach young children about islam and ethics." She told her in a soft voice, still keeping her eyes down. "I was thinking if I could continue that over here too."

"That's a very good idea." Mrs. Ali was happy. "There're many children in this neighborhood, and I'm sure their parents will be very willing to send their children for this nice purpose. We can also advertise in the newspaper."

"Thank you so much, mother." Zeest said affectionately, her voice reflecting her true love for her mother-in-law. It was true that without her parents-in-law's support, she was not going to survive in this atmosphrre where he.......... She couldn't think anymore.

"Infact that would be a very good idea to keep yourself busy." Her mother-in-law said, and at the same instant the door was flung open with a crash and Aariz appeared, his face dark with rage.

Zeest could see he was in his bad temper----was that his usual mood or is it only because of her?

He glared across the room at her and his mother, and then threw a furious look at his mother.

"What the hell is going on here?" He was fully prepared for work, wearing a charcoal-gray suit, cream shirt and maroon tie.

Silence fell like a brick into their conversation and both Zeest and mother-in-law looked at him in suprise.

"I do not recall inviting you for breakfast, Aariz." Mrs. Ali said icily. "You are forgettig your manners."

Without giving her a reply, his face turned to Zeest and he ordered her harshly. "You! Leave this room at this very second."

She was about to obey him when Mrs. Ali's voice gripped her feet, rooting her to the spot.

"How dare you ask my daughter to leave?" She flared. "Sit down, Zeest. Take no notice of him."

"We can't talk in front of strangers!" He bit out.

Unable to take it any longer, Zeeat managed to say, "Mother, I'm done with my breakfast."

Finishing her sentence, she left the room quietly, leaving mother and son alone.

"What do you want?" Mrs. Ali asked harshly, looking at her wristwatch.

"I wanted to talk to you about my marriage with Komal." His tone was short and hard.

It took a superhuman effort for Mrs. Ali to maintain her patience.

"There is no time and no place to discuss this matter at all." She said, trying her best to keep her voice low.

She glanced at her son who sat at the opposite end of the table. Seeing his intense and aggresive attitude, she tried to take it easy for now.

"Can you tell me one fault or weakness you find in your wife?" She asked.

"I didn't say she has weaknesses. It's just that she is not my ideal." Aariz argued.

"Idealism is nothing." She said casually. "It's just a self-made imagination of your own mind. You can make Zeest your ideal. It all depends on you."

Swallowing a curse, he nodded. "Yeah, right. I could think about that, if I haven't found my ideal yet."

"And who is that?" She echoed innocently.

"Komal."

For seconds, his mother just sat there, thinking.

"I'm not going to let you marry some out-of-community girl and that's my last word on the subject. Please waste no more time now." She wiped her mouth with tissue and rose from her chair.

"You've spoiled my life, mother."

His sentence was unheard by his mother as she slammed the door loudly behind her.

He just sat there, alone at the table. For some reason, he felt isolated, very much alone for the very first time in his life. He felt like a loser.

This was when Zeest entered the room, bringing fresh tea and coffee for him.

"The whole world had turned it's back on me." He said as if talking to himself.

"When you think the world has turned it's back on you, take a look, you most likely turned your back on the world."

Although she didn't raise her voice, he heard what she said.

"Shut up!" He thundered.

"Tell me very quickly and very precisely just what the hell you want from me! Because if you continue these acts and gestures, I won't be responsible for my actions."

But she had already left the room. His question struck with the walls and echoed back to his already burning mind.

A week later, Aariz heard that his parents were arranging a 'Meelad' in their home. It was a suprise for him, as he hadn't seen them arranging a Meelad in years. For sure, someone was behind this initiative.

Hundreds of people were invited to attend the wonderful religious gathering but what shocked him the most was his mother's outfit, as he saw her on the Meelad day.

He just couldn't believe it. His mother, who never misses a single fashion cloth, was now wearing a sky blue, full-sleeved blouse and Saarhi with a matching scarf, which covered her hair completely, giving her a sober and modest touch.

Zeest actively took part in all the proceesings and celebrations of the religious gathering and won every heart in the end by reciting a wonderful famous peom in her equally wonderful voice.

"Such a sweet voice she has." Shaheryaar had commented, his eyes gleaming with appreciation for her.

"But it doesn't make her acceptable for me." Aariz replied, ignoring his comment as they both sat down on easy chairs in his lawn, after the Meelad was finished.

"She's not so innocent as you think." Came Aariz's sarcastic remainder.

"And just what the hell do you think you're?" His friend yelled, expiring all his breath. "Do you think you're the only victim in this whole thing, huh?"

"No." Shaheryaar answered his own question before Aariz could. "She is equally innocent. It was not her wish to marry you either. She just obeyed her father."

"So if you look at her with open eyes, you'd see that she's suffered more than you." Shaheryaar pointed out.

For a long moment, Aariz remained stunned and totally immobile.

"If she's a victim, then why doesn't she protest?" He asked icily, as he stirred cream into his coffee before answering. "I don't just understand which kind of soil she is made up of. She never protests, never complains and never shouts. Believe me Shaheryaar, she's frigid, she's ice."

"Yes, and ice is cool." Shaheryaar smiled sadly. "It's just her patience, my dear. If she doesn't react in the same way as you, it only means she doesn't want to put herself on the same level with you. She doesn't want to degrade herself."

"Whatever." His strong fingers closed around the delicate coffee cup until Shaheryaar thought he might crush it.

It was true, Aariz knew. Everytime he cursed or disgraced her, her silence used to make him more uncomfortable, even embrassed. She had never raised her voice in front of him and her clamness; her tolerance was something, which never gave him any chance to make any solid ground for accusing or blaming her. Sometimes, he really wondered if a woman could be so patient like she was.

'Aariz."

On this sudden call, both of them turned their heads back and found a man in his late fifties walking toward them with slow, short steps.

Aariz's breath suddenly hitched in his lungs and his eyes widened as he saw his boss Mr. Nehal coming with a smile on his face.

"My boss is here." He muttered, a mouthful of coffee scaled up his throat as he swallowed it too rapidly.

He got smoothly on his feet to greet him.

"Aariz, I was hoping to catch up with you here." He told him, smiling. "Seems like you're shocked."

"Suprise, would be the more appropraite word, sir." He replied, returning the smile.

"Excuse me Aariz, I must go now. Sarah would be waiting for me." Shaheryaar reasoned pleasantly and left.

"Well, it's the first time that I saw your house." Mr. Nehal exclaimed, looking impressesd. "Looks pretty big for your family."

"I agree sir." Aariz managed to say gently.

"Hey, I have never met your wife. Is she home?" Mr. Nehal was curious.

"Yes sir. Let me call her." Cursing him inwardly, Aariz rose and called Zeest.

As she approached them, Aariz could see his boss's eyes narrowing over the way she dressed. He knew his boss was a womanizer and to him, Zeest with her figure and hair, all wrapped and hidden in a coat and scarf, held no charm and attraction.

"This is Zeest." Aariz made introductions.

"Your wife?" Mr. Nehal's gaze rested on her for a few seconds as he murmured. "Pleased to meet you." Extending his hand toward her.

But neither him nor Aariz was prepared for what happened next. As she didn't extend her hand in response, keeping it by her side.

Mr. Nehal's hand remained in the air for few seconds then dropped with sheer embrassment.

"I'm sorry sir." Zeest excused gently. "My Allah says, it's forbidden for a muslim woman to shake hands with a man she's not closely related to. I hope you don't mind and won't take such formalities too seriously."

Then without waiting for his answer, she turned back.

Open-mouthed, Mr. Nehal stood at his place.

"I'm..... I'm so sorry sir." Aariz came forward, apologising on his wife's behalf. "She is a very conservative and backward woman. Being a rural girl, she is not familiar with the manners of high modern society."

Mr. Nehal didn't stay long after that. From his expression, Aariz could see very well that his mood had turned off.

As soon as he left, Aariz almost ran behind her. By the time he reached his bedroom, his anger was at fever pitch. He wanted to lash out at her, end this damn relation and kict her out of his house and life.

He opened the door with a burst.

Inside, he found Zeest sitting in front of the dressing table, combing her hair.

As he reached near her, his expression became thunderous

"You didn't shake hands with Mr. Nehal?" His eyes hardened. "What the hell do you think you were up to?"

"Yes, I didn't."

"WHY?" unfortunately his weakness was in front of him. Thick, long, straight, shiny and silky hair that belonged to a very charming woman.

Hating himself for liking the sight, he turned his back to her and yelled. "I'm asking you something."

"I.... I just couldn't." She managed to say with great effort.

"Do you know it's consequences? He is my boss. You've probably made him angry. I could even lose my job."

Asked about the consequences, she replied, "I was not thinking about his anger. I was thinking what if I made my Allah angry? Allah forbids me from shaking hands with strange men."

As she spoke, Aariz orderd himself not too be impresses by her religious knowledge and divine confidence but he was.......damn it.

He struggled to keep his anger and panic in check; he gritted his teeth, clamped his jaws.

"While you live under my roof, you will take orders from me, not the other way round."

Sadness welled up inside her on his remarks. She felt as if a hand had clucthed her heart. She couldn't breathe.

"And stop trying to act in front of others." He added without mercy. "You only pose yourself. You're an actress, a poser."

"I am not a poser."

"That is pecisely what you are, Miss. Wife, a poser, a selfish creature. I knew it from the moment you laid your eyes on me. It was perfectly apparent." His anger was crossing its final limits today.

Zeest hadn't expected him to be so blunt, and she felt her eyes sting with moisture.

"You're a dumb, illiterate person, who knows nothing about the manners and customs of city life." He added in the same horrible tone.

"I'm not an illiterate person....." She didn't speak but her eyes did. "If you treat me like one, then I have no option but to be one. I don't want to be treated like an animal anymore. I just want to be the woman I am." But the respect she had for her husband didn't allow her to open her mouth in front of him.

Yet she didn't keep silent when he raised an objection against her religious principles. "You're supposed to be my husband, my protector and defender. I'm your respect....your ego.....your pride...." As she spoke, she didn't raise her eyes. "You should be happy that I didn't put my hand in another man's hand."

"Shut up!" With unexpected voilence, Aariz flung back and strode aggresively to the door of his bathroom.

"Don't try my patience any further or I won't be responsible for my actions."

He then banged the door shut, leaving Zeeat staring at him, nervous of the anger she had provoked.

She blushed fiercely. How could he be so cold, so indifferent? Fearful that her torment and yearning lay bare in her eyes, Zeest knew she must get away. If she didn't go this instant, she'd be weeping in front of him, making more of a fool of herself than she already had.

She left the room quietly in order to clean the kicthen. About twenty minutes later, when she returned to her bedroom, another incident or to be more exact, accident was waiting for her.

She was lost in her worried, when she opened the bedroom door and walked straight into Aariz.

"Oh!" It was a soft sound of delayed shock as she found her arms resting against the solid wall of his chest. She swayed backwards unsteadily, trembling from the unexpected contact with his warm flesh.

"We've got to stop meeting like this." His drawling voice lowered his pitch to a cold level.

She quickly sidestepped him and made her way inside the bedroom.

"Next time it happens, I'm going to throw you out of my room forever." His voice trailed after her.

"Damn the woman!" He didn't think he had a particular quick temper, but she could light his fuse faster than any female ever had.

She didn't think that remark was worthy of response, so she closed the door on him. Yet, in the quiteness of her bedroom, the encounter outside the door started her thinking about how many things they shared besides a bedroom and bathroom. They ate at the same table, slept under the same roof, and drank from the same glasses. She had spent more time with Aariz under a variety of circumtances than she has with anyone except her father. It was an unsettling discovery to realize how much he had become a part of her life in these few months.

Okay Guys, this is what I got for u, there may be more later or we meet tmrw. Thnx

@Deiok, I didn't get enuf. I want moree

underage: Okay Guys, this is what I got for u, there may be more later or we meet tmrw. Thnx

@Deiok, I didn't get enuf. I want moree

Thanx.

You ehnn. So youre not satisfied with that whole ram. Dont worry when this story hit fp we are going to slaughter three rams

Deiok:
Thanx.

You ehnn. So youre not satisfied with that whole ram. Dont worry when this story hit fp we are going to slaughter three rams

Actually I didn't get the whole ram.

Pls don't leave us like dis, we want more

lola_bridget: Pls don't leave us like dis, we want more

U'll get more bt nt now, I promise

Just read the last two uploads and indeed, i think i love this story and the way you write it. Weldone


Jeez, so now I've gotta go start from page 0.

princesa: Just read the last two uploads and indeed, i think i love this story and the way you write it. Weldone


Jeez, so now I've gotta go start from page 0.

Yayy... Miss Princesa herself wellcome on board. We are waiting for you.