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

Chapter 28 - Fight for him

I really wonder how I survived.

Once we were home after the Airab's accident, I wished to be on hospital bed only at my delivery time. But as written, now no delivery will happen. Only a sharp hollow feeling, which is splitting my being into two.

Nonetheless, they were unborn, yet they were a part of my being. I looked after them for seventeen weeks. It's not a short span.

I gaze at the face angle of Airab. By luck of bad luck, we have not yet shared our grief. The wish of being a father by a thirty years' man is legally right. No idea what he must be feeling. I am failed as a wife... I failed to give him the happiness of the children in first attempt.

Remembering some nights of our talks to our babies kicks off the control and I break into the hysterical sobs along rain of tears.

Why they are no more with me? Was I being a bad mother?

His sleep breaks at my laments and he right out hugs me hard, snaking his arms from over my stomach. I weep and weep with his face closer to mine. His tears also drip on my face, shallowing my heart more, if possible.

My heart thuds louder and faster as I draw myself into the web of memories with the babies.

~

He fills a spoon of rice and feeds me, sending me into another world with the heavenly taste of spices.

"Now, do my babies like the taste?" He teases hearing me moan at the delicious taste. There was pulao with curd in dinner but my pregnancy hormones were at peak in the second last week of fourth month. When I was asked what I want to eat instead, I replied Spicy Mutton Biryani.

So, after 45 minutes, I am served with the eye catching fresh tray and a very turned on husband to feed me.

"They are loving to be fed by their father more." I wink, pestering open mouth kisses onto his lips.

"They will be happier if their father eats with them." I sway at my place in cheeky mood. I love to see him eat his food.

After the spice-filled private dinner, he gives me the sensuous and sizzling bed-time where I keep moaning his name like a melodious song.

Once he spills his seeds inside me, he withdraws with a smug, beaming smile which I happen to bone-adore. I can kill to adulate his open mouth smiles.

He runs hands at the back of his head, right where the hairs end. "Sweaty, I guess."

I moan at the touch of his still moist dick head on my thigh. I am already burning and he is doing this on purpose.

Huff. Bad husband!

I chuckle as I tug my night-shirt from the corner of bed and wear it down as per my habit these days. He also wears his knickers and snuggles into me like a second body. His palm sprawls over my stomach and with a kiss to my jaw, we slip into a beautiful sleep.

~

Airab brings a glass water near my mouth and, hiccupping, I take big sips with the help of straw as he keeps his one hand on glass and other under my head.

I almost empty the glass in one go and receive a long lingering kiss by him on my temple.

Seeing his face after ages, in the bright light, I feel emotional.

"I heard what you did earlier." His eyes narrow and I begin thinking what he is referring to.

"All I want is your shoulder for now." I icily state it to him, rolling my eyes, feeling highly abashed to discuss what my blood family said about him. It was my right to defend him. He is half of my LIBAAS (Covering).

"It's difficult to see your tears." His confession heaves my heart and soon my eyes are brimming with the damn salted tears.

"Elza." He hugs my straight laid self, caressing my head, kissing my eyes with copious love. His love for me is surreal. I wish him all the happiness. I regret so much to not look out my steps and fall. But it was done by Wahab.

My breaths halt as the scene of him staring at me with chilly eyes and then causing my fall films in my mind. It alerts Airab.

"Hey." He brings his mouth above mine and I shake my head. "Wahab... he... he did this." I tell him and he lifts his face, staring into my eyes. He gulps and his expressions tell me he already knows this.

"Why he did this?" A new fall of tears sets to drip down at the remembrance of deed done out of sheer loathing. How could he hurt my sons just because I never took a love-step towards him? It's insanity!

"He is in jail for now, getting the beat up. But not speaking." The mention of jail endows me the sensitivity of situation.

"Baba is good on his feet now; you know?" Baba, I have not seen him. "Guess, someone who messed with his grandchildren wouldn't be spared now!"

I chuckle still drowned in the web of sorrows. "Don't you think going to this extent in hatred is unsettling?" I suggest, feeling happy for the Baba and his well-being. He is man of a very strong personality.

"We are working on it. For now, you need to relax." He consoles me, trying to avoid telling me something going in his brain. I do not dig in more knowing my condition.

He looks time in his wrist watch and gets up. No. I want to talk to him more.

"I am sending Biyah to you. She will accompany you." He pats to straight the creases on his clothes.

"Where?" I ask, knowing he must have somewhere important to be at.

"To pray for us." Coming closer, he feathers a kiss on my forehead. "No tears... please?" He pleads. But it's not in my hand. I was about to be a mother, a mother of twins. I nourished my sons for four and a half months. How can I forget I ever had them or now I don't have them?

"Out of all, you at least don't expect this from me." He knows my soul, my mind, my heart. I am not forcing or dramatizing my wails and gashes. My painful scowls do not wait for my consent.

"Take care of yourself." He does not say but ask. He is one loyal and royal husband. I won't leave him even after the death. He is mine till eternity.

"Our grief is big, Elza. I don't want you to act or anything. Do what you want." As ever, there is no restriction upon me. He gives freedom in every sense. I hope I start my duties towards him soon. For now, even he is unable to take away the sorrow I am buried in.

My sons. My twins.

***

I know, this is not some good update. But I had to add Elza's Pain in her voice.

Poor Airab, no one's thinking about his loss.