Billionaire's Feisty Wife (Updating In the End of September 2021)

Chapter 18 - Disturbance

Chapter 18

ELZA

I give a slight stir to the milk in already mashed coffee. It's Airab's favorite mug; big and black with white outlines.

Normally he takes black coffee when tensed but I have made milk coffee which would help him in a sound sleep.

To say I am beyond shocked would not justify my feelings right now. He never shouted like this on me – or on anyone – in front of me at the least. He was in such a wrath that he could turn the whole world upside down.

Once he empties the mug, I take him to the bed asking him to put his head on my lap. I am not going to complaint my insecurities to him when he is going through a rough phase. Its killing for a brother if her sister does this, no matter how rich you are. I was never told of the depth of reason why Rabiha's engagement was broken off. And today I am proud of my husband who loves and awfully cares about his sister. So unlike mine.

I start to massage his head with soft fingers. Slowly and gradually, his pain ebbs away as he heaves the breaths of sigh, nuzzling into my stomach.

"Why are you against her love?" I ask.

He is ashamed than hurt. All he wants is Rabiha to live with dignity and not to be a soft soul that anyone can crush as and when he desires.

Short and long; I am still upset at his outburst at me. Would that be us when he is angry?

"I do not want to talk about it – for now. I'm tired."

What will happen if baba gets to know about it? He will be sicker according to Airab. Anyways, I tug the blanket to cover him, and keep stroking his hairs until he slips into a deep sleep. I pray to Allah to give him a solution to this problem. It pains to see him in pain.

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My plan was to go to his office and feed him lunch. He is not the kind of a person who gets stirred up on little things. He has a very calm personality. His field requires patience, calmness and a quicker mind – a kind of which can think of ideas and solutions in a moment of snap.

When I had called him to ask about lunch menu, he turned it down saying he is neck deep busy in studio. No doubt, he works hard to make good advertisements rather than objectifying women or showing whole family dancing. His ideas and concepts are always decent and innovative. But this time he lied to me. I know.

For now, I am here in my room, arranging his side of wardrobe. His special scent is, like usual, calming my perturbed nerves.

Mama's behavior has changed. Is all love and affection gone? Are all sweet talks and saying I value her more than my own daughter is now crushed under the wrath of Airab? Honestly, Biyah is wrong in running behind a man who does not even respect her. When Biyah and me are on right track then what has happened to mom?

Should I ask her? Will it be right to talk?

What will I make my Airab happy when I am myself badly slashed.

"Bhabhi... Umhh do you have permanent blue marker?" Chivalry is dripping from her tone. I look deep into her eyes with affection.

"Biyah, you are elder to me. You can get angry on me like a sister. Stop with guilt." I had gone into her room this morning and she cried hugging me, apologizing for pointing at me two nights ago. "I have already told you it's okay. You know mom says we forget what our siblings said to us in a quick span of time. I considered you as my friend before marriage and now I consider you friend plus sister. So stop with that." I calmly explain to her. She has such a sweet heart.