HIS DOLL

64- Straying Willingly

*** AALIFA NIYAZ ***

'Why did those eyes have tears in them?'

I honestly didn't intend to break down but the way he pointed at his heart and declared that I lived there mentally disturbed me to the point I couldn't help but to be devastated.

I intended to seduce him, make him go blind and leave everyone for me, I just wanted him to be mindless for me how I became.

How things took an entirely different turn last night was unfathomable for me.

With an empty gaze, I was staring at my hands. I had nothing to hold but him and I must control myself.

All I own in his palace was him.

"Huff... Whatever happened just happened. Forget it."

Inhaling sharply, pretending nothing happened, I got ready as the bride of this palace, wearing one of the expensive dress Zaviyaar bought for me.

Asad requested me to act like a couple before everyone at least too.

Act, huh?

Zaviyaar never made me do anything for him, whatever I did for him, I did with the bottom of my heart.

I willingly did things for him, wanting to know his likes and dislikes, everything.

My care was never an act.

Upholding my composure, I went down, holding my head high until my eyes fell on Zaviyaar who was sitting on the head of the house chair, staring at his food but not touching it.

"Salam." Greeting coldly, I took a seat beside him, earning glares from his Mother and first wife.

Ignoring them, I espied him which made him grit his teeth. He lowered his eyes in shame, taking a bite of his food.

I knew after I left, they must have fought more.

And when he came to me wretchedly, I threw him out too.

I shouldn't have done it.

Curling his hand in a fist, he got up to leave for work but I held his wrist, softening at him.

"Sit back down, Zaviyaar. You barely ate anything." I whispered, motioning to him to sit.

No matter what, I would like to keep whatever happens behind our doors behind.

"I am done." He responded coldly, leaving his wrist free.

Sighing in frustration, I got up.

"Where are you going?" He questioned.

"Packing something for you. You will get hungry, I know." I mumbled coldly.

No matter what, I knew him too well. I agree the tension in the air was reducing his appetite but he would get hungry soon.

Packing his food, I came to see him off, offering the box to him.

"I don't need it." He mumbled, not meeting my eyes.

"Fine. Hashir, you take it, make sure he takes it on the way." I ordered.

He nodded vaguely, "Okay..."

He was about to leave, but I called him sternly, "Zaviyaar."

"What?"

"Allah Hafiz."

Sighing, I shook my head, developing seeing him off into a habit. All this time, whenever he was about to leave, I made excuses and saw him off one way or another.