Assalamualeikum, I have updated chapter 4 of Arranged Imperfectly, which is a standalone story from the book.

5k and some comments from new  viewers?Now I am in the mood to update this book as well. Enjoy chapter❤

Mrs Mariam.
"Do you still feel pain?" I questioned him again while placing his lunch on his stool and applying the doctor-prescribed tube.

"A little bit," he said in a low voice, and I blushed like a cherry and looked down.

"You, Mr., are not allowed to go to the office tomorrow."I warned him sternly and showed him the doctor's message. I asked the doctor to text so he could believe me.

"Who will handle all of my meetings?"He asked innocently, and I simply shook my head while finishing with his left arm. It was my first time doing such things, and I never raised my head, despite his heated gaze.

"Done," I told him, closing the tubes and handing him his medications. He had to eat them after lunch.

"Do you like chicken biryani or meat biryani?"I questioned him, even though I knew the answer.

"Chicken biryani," he replied, and I smiled, remembering his choice even now.

Once we finished lunch, he just made a sad face, and I wondered what was wrong with him.He was such a baby at times, but I adored him more.

He whimpered, "I hate medicines," and I gave him a pitying look.

He was looking sad and making awful faces when I said, "No one loves medicines."

He quickly downed all of the bitter medications when I gave them to him, so I asked him to please have more water. How is it possible for him to consume more medication while drinking only half a glass of water? How come some people drink it with juice?Eeew.I have always wondered how juice and medicine could coexist.

"All right, ma'am! He said, "I can not even say no to you," and I nodded and grinned back.

"Please get some rest; Imad and a few other members will take care of it. We need a break today, so I will not even go for an interview," I told him, and he kept staring at me.

First and foremost, health.

Once he fell asleep, I took the empty dishes to wash. When I returned, I discovered him with his laptop on his lap, typing frantically while wearing a frown.

I thought to myself, "This guy will never learn to take a break," and I just stared at him; he was completely unaware of my presence.

He and his first wife work.

"We have two days to ourselves, all alone, but someone here does not even care about his wife."I kept rambling such words to fill his ears while sitting on the coach, but he remained busy. Damn.

I peered through my eyelashes, and he grinned without turning to face me.That busy creature?His arm needed to rest, and he was applying pressure to it.

I approached him and poked his head, but he was still on the phone with someone.

He dislikes people messing with his hair. Idea!

I tousled his hair, and he gave me a sly smile.

I averted my eyes from his and his boldness disappeared when he turned to face me. "Someone is bored," he whispered as he closed his laptop.

What person did you see five minutes ago?I looked like a gooseberry, completely red by now, as he asked in a probing tone.

"Do not make fun of me; you were not meant to apply pressure to your arm," I said, and he gave me a tender glance.

We were both preoccupied with our intense eye contact as he apologized, "Okay, madam, I am sorry."

"What are your dinner plans?"I looked at him, defiantly shaking my head.

"Always busy taking care of people, taking care of me?forgiving everyone, "he said while tucking a strand of hair behind my ear I had worn hijab but loosely.

"That is the way of life, and life is short," I explained to him.

I just denied it when he said, "We will go out."

I told him, covering him with a blanket, "No, we won't, and I will be cooking something special while you mister rest."

Could you please look after yourself, Khalid, on my behalf?While giving him a hug, I asked him innocuously and smiled sadly.

I shifted a little when he responded, hissing in agony, "You will make me go crazy, woman. I can do anything for you."

"Sorry," I apologized again.

Once we prayed Isha and were relaxing after dinner, it was a cool night, we were in our room, we still had Saturday and the entire day of Sunday just the two of us, and uncle was fit and fine; he informed us after visiting Imad that he would go abroad for vacation, though we sent someone with him, protesting vehemently, but he gave in.

"I enjoy taking care of you and being with you; when I have your support, we argue but also solve problems," I explained to him as we removed our nightgowns.

"I understand, my dear wife, but sometimes you need to take a break," he told me.

"I have a surprise for you," he said, and my eyes widened. I hate it when people say something and then do not finish it. I know that if I ask him a thousand times, he will not say anything.

I went back to our bed, and we both sat quietly.

"I saw you smoking the other day," I told him, finally addressing the issue that had been bothering me since the day I saw him doing it on the balcony, when uncle revealed his truth. I felt a sharp pain in my chest; I had never seen him smoke and had wanted to ask him for a long time, but I never had the courage. Today, he was in a good mood, so I blurted out without realizing it, and his mood changed; he stood up abruptly and paced back and forth.