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❝Once upon a time, a girl fell in love with her husband and made the stars realise that they'd gotten her soulmate wrong.❞
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It's a daunting thing, your first love. It's new, making you unsure and doubt whether it's love or just a mere...
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"WHAT EXACTLY IS GOING on?"
Nezrin and Zakariyah glanced at each other, seeming conflicted, but it was Nezrin who turned back and answered me. And it wasn't the answer I expected nor wanted. "I'm sorry, Faithe, but I think it would be better if Zayaan told you."
"Yeah, it would," I agreed. "But where is your brother now? Doing God knows what on the other end of the plane."
She winced slightly and gave me a sheepish smile. "I know, I'm sorry. But he'll be here soon."
I sighed in aggravation, trying to be patient. Though my patience was getting me nowhere. After Zayaan got the phone call from Zak, he'd told me he needed to go back to Tehran, and unexpectedly, I'd told him I was going with him. No room for argument.
But, of course, he'd refused and tried telling me I had school and every other excuse in the book, only to realise that I wouldn't budge. In the end, guilt-tripping worked when I told him that whether he liked it or not, I was his wife now and a part of his life. It was my right to know what went on in his life, good or bad, and that was that. He had reluctantly agreed and now we were on the Haidars' plane to Tehran. And it was going great.
He'd left me and the others to go make some calls or something, and I was so close to ripping my hair out in irritation. I already figured out that Zayaan didn't only just manage his restaurant, because one — their family was too rich for that — and two — he spent too much time in his office and on phone calls that either made him really happy or look as if his entire world had just come crashing around him.
I was determined to get an explanation and when my husband finally made an appearance, I waved him over to the seat beside me and he walked over to me in confusion.
"What's wrong?"
I harrumphed. Everything was wrong. "Sit down, please. Stop looming over me like a dark cloud."
He sat down with a nod and gave me his full attention. "What's wrong?"
I observed his face. In less than three hours, his entire face had become dull, and he looked so much more tired. His mouth seemed to be set in a permanent straight line, no hint of that beautiful smile in sight, and his eyes looked like they'd seen a thousand different lives. "You tell me what's wrong. What's going on, Zayaan?"
His eyes shut with a troubled sigh. "Do we really need to have this conversation right now, Faithe? I'm sorry, but you were the one who wanted to come with us in the first place."
"I know, I know, but don't you think I deserve to know?"
His eyes turned harsh. "Why exactly do you deserve to know?" His tone lowered, and his words sent a bullet to my heart. "You won't be my wife for long; don't forget that we're not actually married. What does it matter whether you know what's going on in my life or not?"
