Humza was yet to fall asleep, all too aware of the furious woman out at the lounge. Anger pulsed through every inch of him at the memory of her defiance, he was a second away from storming out there and dragging her back to the bed with him out of frustration.
How could she illicit such a violent reaction from him?
Ten minutes passed and he couldn't sleep at all, kept tossing and turning. He couldn't understand why he was so bothered by her refusal to sleep beside him.
He was her husband.
He wasn't used to people refusing him. He wasn't used to being defied succinctly and successfully. With a tiresome groan, Humza rolled out of the bed to where his wife was sleeping. That bitter scowl that captured her face in sleep was more than enough indication that she was not comfortable sleeping on the small couch.
He bent down and pushed his arms under her shoulders and knees, gently lifting her body, her head falling to rest against his chest as her warm breath danced across his jaw. Even in her sleep, she seemed like an angry little thing, with that scowl still present.
And Humza had enough of her anger seen already as she shouted at him, hands flying and hair flailing.
Any sane woman would fear him too much to speak to him in such a manner.
Rhythm is going to be a handful that he could be sure of.
He has to punish her and keep her under control before it's too late.
***
Feeling hot sun rays falling over her, Rhythm woke up. She was surprised to find herself sleeping on the bed.
"How the hell did I end up here?"
She groaned as she realized who did this!
"HUMZA!!!" She groaned while punching the pillow hard.
After doing her morning routines, Rhythm walked down the stairs, determined to scold him for not letting her sleep on the couch even after she refused to come to bed.
His behavior was irritating her.
He can't always make her do things she doesn't want to.
As she walked to the dining area, it was empty. She looked around for him and decided to talk to him at lunch.
She sat at the dining table and began having her breakfast, still with a scowl on her face.
"Good morning,"
She looked up and saw Hadi walking toward the dining table with a sweet smile on his face,
"Good morning," She replied, smiling at him.
He pulled the chair and sat opposite her, "Did Humza leave?" he asked,
"I don't know," She replied flatly,
He glanced at her and understood that they both fought again.
He shook his head, "You can tell me," he said,
Rhythm looked at him, "What?"
"It's clear that you are angry at him,"
"Am I that easy to read," she asked, looking at him.
"Yep," he replied, "I can read you like an open book," he added looking at her face. Complete silence fell between them, and the air around them began to fall heavy as Rhythm stared at him, something in his eyes made her feel a warmth inside her.
A small smile appeared on her lips and Hadi's eyes flicked to her lips.
"So..." he looked at his plate, clearing his throat.
"Care to tell me," he added.
Rhythm began telling him what made her so angry at Humza for which Hadi chuckled and said,
"Well, he does have a point though,"
"What?" Rhythm rolled her eyes,
"Of course,"
Hadi laughed at her reaction, "He can be hard to convince but don't give up,"
"I won't," Rhythm smirked with an evil thought in her head.
***
Rhythm was reading a magazine when she heard Humza walk into their room, she immediately put it down and turned to him. She stood up ready to shout at him but when she watched him walk into the bathroom, with his shoulders down and his body screaming of tiredness.
She refrained from saying anything.
He looked so tired, she thought and quietly stood there.
After having a refreshing shower, Humza walked out of the closet dressed in nightwear. His head kept pounding even after a cold shower. Cursing under his breath, he walked over to his side and pulled the drawers off the nightstand searching for a headache tablet.
Giving up, as he couldn't find that he sat on the couch, resting his head on the top of the couch, closing his eyes and with a scowl on his face. Suddenly he felt soft fingers touching his head. He quickly grabbed the wrists in alert and turned back, his eyes locked on those beautiful eyes of Rhythm.
She gasped at his harsh grip.
"What are you doing?" he asked and she glanced at him.
"I'm dancing," she replied, sarcastically.
"What?"
She rolled her eyes at him, "What am I doing?" she added,
"Head massage, don't worry I will not smash it,"
"I don't need that," he said, pushing her hands away and gritting his teeth in anger.
Rhythm ignored his words and pressed her fingers on his head and began massaging his head.
"I said..." He couldn't finish the sentence as he began feeling good.
His silence gave her an answer to her unasked question. A small smile appeared on her lips and she continued to give him a massage.
"Hadi told me that Farah Aunty and Amina are coming back this Sunday, is it true?" Rhythm asked and waited for his response but he didn't reply to her question.
He must have not heard me, she thought and kept quiet.
"Yes... they are," Humza replied, quietly.
He could answer her since he was quite enjoying the head massage she was giving him.
"Finally, " she murmured,
"What?" Humza asked,
"Nothing, I... I miss them,"
Hearing that, Humza glanced at her reflection through the mirror.
There was complete silence between them.
"Oh, I forgot to inform you..."
"Inform me, What?" Humza asked, staring at her reflection in the mirror.
"I need some things for my plants, So Hadi's taking me out," she said with a sweet smile on her face. Looking at her smile, and the way she took Hadi's name so casually made Humza feel a bit angry.
"No," he said.
"What?" She asked, innocently.
"You will not go out with him," He ordered her with a serious look on his face.
That sweet smile she had seconds ago was dropped and turned into confusion, "But why? I need..."
He cut her off,
"I said you won't," He spit,
"Why?" She repeated,
"Because I don't like it!" Humza yelled while clenching his jaw and trying to control his temper.
"You don't like, What?" Rhythm asked,
Humza shut his eyes trying hard to control his anger, he looked at the mirror and saw her looking at his reflection with a confused expression on her face.
"You shouldn't talk to Hadi the way you do," he added, "I don't like it," He had a deadpan expression on his face which scared Rhythm a bit.
He's the only one who talks to her in the mansion, without him she would have been bored to death and now, he's saying he doesn't like it?
What the hell?
She glared back at him, "In this mansion, he's the only one who cares if I'm dead or alive... he's my friend," she stated leaving no room for him to say anything.
"As far as your likes and dislikes go, I never said I'd do things according to that," she added, looking quite serious.
Humza clenched his jaw harder and fisted his hand, stood up and turned to her. He ran his fingers through his hair, her eyes flickered at his hair for a second before returning to his face.
"I... I don't like to beat around the bush, I always come straight to the point, Rhythm," he said, looking at her. Desperately trying to control himself, keeping in mind what happened last time he lost it but he was miserably failing at it.
"I'm telling you, you will tell him that you won't be going out... with him," He commanded.
"No, I will not,"
Author's Note:-
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