Zenish

"I will never wear this dress again in my life" I said while taking it off, bridal dresses are too heavy to wear I just can't imagine how model wear and walk on ram with these heavy dresses. Nevertheless I changed in my nightwear

Honestly when I open my wardrobe I was stunned it was loaded with different dresses, there was a note which stated

A wedding gift from your mother in law

She didn't leave anything, there were kurtis, trouser, loose shirts which I can wear for university then there were saare, suits for gathering or party like. I proceeded forward there were various nighties all s*xy and then there were many other things, I immediately closed my wardrobe. Mom indeed didn't leave anything. I came out from bathroom, a red color box caught my attention. I moved forward and open it, a beautiful pear of golden bangles revealed inside of them. I gasped they looked so beautiful and expensive. There was again a note

Your wedding gift, don't forget to wear when you r are going out, especially in front of my parent

Oh my dear husband gifted me something, how sweet of him, please note the sarcasm. I heard the door creaked open and my husband stepped in with a plate in his hand. I narrowed my eyes at him

"I found these sweets in fridge, I thought this will help you" He said pointed on plate, this is when I looked the plate carefully. I squealed in joy, they were my favorite sweet barfi, I am so in love with barfi. Oh Allah what more can I ask for. While I was jumping in joy he was eyeing me weirdly, I composed myself and took the plate from him, started eating. There were four barfi, while eating third one, I heard him say

"Are you sure you just hadn't had dinner right?"

"What do you mean" I huffed

"The way you are eating it seems you are hungry from years" He explained and then I realized I was eating very fast

"I am starving firstly and secondly they are my favorite sweet and thirdly never taunt on my eating especially when I am hungry" I said

"What a wife I got" he mumbled

"No you aren't to say this, I warned you but you were the one who was desperate to marry me" I said in my defense

"Desperate and me" He looked me like I am crazy "come out from your la la land woman, and stop dreaming that I am desperate for you" he chuckle, before I could come with good answer his phone has to ring

"Did you sent me the file, I asked" what no greeting, he sure need lesson for being a gentleman

"I asked you to sent me, It was my wedding not yours, I pay you salary for doing work now sent me the file in ten minute or forget the job" he barked, I felt pity for the person on the phone, poor him or her. He glanced at me and turned to leave when I stopped him

"Hey wait tell me where is my room" he eyed me suspiciously

"What don't give me that look you clearly stated this marriage is nothing behind the door, so that means we don't have to stay in same room" I explained

"As much as I hate to say this, this is your room well technically our" He cringed his nose in annoyance while I just stared him

"No way, I am trying to stay with you under single roof but no, I will never share room with you" I said

"Too bad you have to, this house have maids who are loyal to my family since ages I don't want them spilling our living in separate rooms. You know we will be in trouble, so be good girl and go to sleep and stop pestering me" He said with that he left the room before I could say or ask him something

I finished my barfi and lay on the bed, I started thinking about everything and his words in my ears, with those thought I drifted in sleep

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My eyes slowly open to see different room; I saw the time and realized it is going to be fajr in few minutes. I got up but then I realized something on me, I slowly see and it was arm lying on my waist, I looked at my side and froze in my place. I scream loudly and push myself. My hand reached my mouth because I realized its none other than my husband Shayaan

"What happened" he groaned and rubbed his eyes, I stayed silent

"Speak now what occurred that you shouted" he groaned again with irritation

"um....W..wwwhy are you...naked" I managed to ask looking away from him

"For your information I m not naked but shirtless, is this why you screamed" he asked laying straight. I nodded

"Unbelievable you disturb me for this" he said angrily

"I am not used to having someone sleeping beside me back in my house, especially a shirtless man" I said in my defense, saying this I literally ran to restroom, I locked the door and put my hand on chest which was doing summersault inside it, I don't understand when I hate this man with everything them why my heart start racing when he is so close to me

I brushed those thoughts and did my ablution. I slowly peak out to see he is awake or not. I saw he was laying there with his eyes closed. I slowly came out, this is when he opened his eyes and glared me as if I stole something from him

"I..I thought you are sleeping" I said

"I was but someone spoiled my sleep" He mocked. I shrugged and picked my praying mat, then I remember I don't know the direction. I turned to look at him whose eyes were closed

"Are u sleeping" I asked, it only him who can tell me

"Yeah cant you see" he said sarcastically still not opening his eyes

"Fine tell the direction of Qibla while sleeping" I said

"I don't know" was all he said

"Don't you pray" I asked eagerly

"No and now stop asking question and let me sleep woman" He said and pulled the comforter on his face

A new thing I discovered about my husband on very first day that he doesn't pray. I huffed in annoyance. What will I do now? Instantly an idea popped in my mind. I took my phone and found the app I installed for the direction of Qibla. I turned it on and finally I got the direction. I thanked Allah.

I never understood why I installed this app because that time I thought maybe one day I might need it. I offered my salah silently and then recited versus of Holy Quran. After about n hour, I put back the Quran and saw my husband still sleeping. It was probably six in the morning. I walked towards a glass door which opened in balcony and felt the cold breezes. I sat and enjoy the view, I always do like everyday. You guys know don't you

Of course sunrise, I can never get bore from this. it feel calms, the serenity of the sky just freshens up my mood. I admire how small brightens the world slowly slowly. After watching my favorite scene I returned to the room only to find him still sleeping. I lay down beside him but as far as I can from him. I watched his sleeping face with his mouth open. I felt the urge to close it but restrained myself as it can wake him up and I am not in the mood to handle his angry mood, I drifted back in my slumber

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I heard sound of alarm ringing continuously. I groaned in annoyance. Let me sleep I silently said. I heard movement beside me, I guess he is awake because the ringing of alarm was long gone. He got up and I opened my eyes, he turned back and saw me awake

"Prepare my breakfast until I take shower" he commanded

I am not going to take this attitude of his, I know I am his wife but still, if he wants then he have to be gentle

"Order your maids like this not me" I said challenging him. I got up and saw the time it was 8 in the morning. Next I know I was slammed to the wall

"When I ask you something, you are supposed to obey you get it now go and prepare the breakfast dear wife" He said.

Hearing him, an evil idea popped in my mind he really doesn't know I am not so good in cooking, I nodded towards him keeping my face neutral. He released me and I took sigh in relief. He should stop coming so closer to me.

I hurriedly went to other room for bathroom and then directly to the kitchen. Well I must say this kitchen is so big. I was busy in admiring the kitchen that I didn't notice someone's presence in the kitchen, a lady of mid thirties standing in front of me

"Assalm o Alaiqum bibiji" she greeted me

"Walaiqum assalam" I replied her salam

"I m Zohra bibiji the maid of the house" she introduced herself I just smiled and nodded "what are you doing here you need something, then just order me?" She asked

"Well yes I am here to prepare breakfast will you pass me the things" I said

"No no no, you will work when I am here at your service not a chance you just tell me what you want to eat I will prepare it for you. I don't want to get scolded by badhi bibji for letting you work at the very first day of your marriage" She gasped

"Well its very sweet of you Zohra but my husband wants me to prepare the breakfast so now will you pass me the things. And don't worry about mom I will talk to her" I assured her

I started making parathas, omelets and my favorite cheese omelet. I prepared tea for both of us. While making these things Zohra continuously asked

"Are you sure he isn't going to shout at you"

"Fine tell me what does he normally eat" I asked getting annoyed

"his usual conflux and black coffee, he hates paratha and tea"

This is exactly I want he dared to order me, and this is my payback no one get to treat me like a slave.

I calmed her by saying "He didn't mention his preference" After about ten minute I saw him ascending the stairs. This is time plan in action

This is going to be fun

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Asslam o ALaiqum my all reader

firstly i am so sorry for being late

my mid term and assignment kept me busy but now here is your chapter 

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