Noor's pov

Maa and Pratap uncle were genuinely happy for me that I accepted that post.

Now, work actually helps me avoid stressing out. My free mind got occupied, and I feel alive again. Work is always my escape.

But the most useless and annoying thing that is happening to me is that I have to see and tolerate that jalkukda Randhawa.

God, I hate him.

But this month I even noticed his sensible side as well. He seems changed as compared to before, but I don't know if it's real or his charade.

As I entered the room and got clearance, some creatures never changed.

The wet towel is lying on the bed, as always. God knows how many times I have told him.

But no.

He never listens. That enraged me. So the moment he stepped out of the closet after getting ready, I threw that wet towel on his face.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" He screamed and took off that wet towel from his face. He is angry; I can see that clearly on his face.

"This is how this poor bed feels every time you throw it on his face." I replied, flashing my teeth.

"YOU!!!!." He strode towards me, and I ran downstairs. "NOOR!!! NOOR!!!."

He is running behind me, and I hide in the kitchen because Maa is here and he will not be able to do anything. Yes!!

He stepped inside, and Maa saw his wet shirt.

"Why are you roaming in a wet shirt?" Maa ask.

"Ask your bahu." He replied irritatingly, and Maa turned towards me.

I made an innocent face and replied, "Maa, he is tasting his own medicine. I was just teaching him how that poor bed feels every day when he throws his wet towel on him." I said, flapping my lashes innocently.

Maa turned to him and pulled his ear. "She is right, and what she did today, I should have done this years ago."

"Ah!! Maa!! It's hurting." He cried in pain and looked at me. I struck out my tongue at him.

"Now go and change. Breakfast is ready." Maa said to him, and he left, giving me a narrowed eye look.

After breakfast, we left for the office. The whole ride, he didn't say anything. Actually, I have to share a ride with him because I don't have my personal car here.

Although Pratap uncle told me I could have any car in the garage, I chose not to. I go with uncle or Veer.

We reached the office, but the moment we stepped into the elevator, Veer held me by my waist and pinned me to the wall. A gasp left my mouth, and I'm caged between the wall and him. His hands are on either side of my head.

"You got wings, huh?" He said it with greeted teeth.

"Veer, step aside." I warned, but he banged his hands on the wall in anger, and I flinched a little but didn't leave my ground.

"What do you think of yourself?" He roared, holding me by my shoulders. He is dangerously close to me.

"Subha-subha pii rkhi hai kya? (Are you drunk in the early morning?)" I yelled at him and pushed him away with all my strength.

He stumbled, and his back hit another wall. The elevator stopped at that moment, and I stormed out.

Allah!!!!

This man. How dare he? How could he come so close to me? How did he dare to touch me?

The whole day, my mood is pissed, and I even take out my anger on my secretary. I shouldn't have, and that's why I apologized later.

I completely ignored that idiot. Even in our meeting, he agreed with my proposed budget. I completely ignored him.

After work, I booked a cab for myself and left for home. Thank God. Mama and Uncle are not home. They are out of town for some event in one of Maa's orphanages.

So I settled in one of our guest rooms because I didn't want to see his face.

Thanks to Allah, I don't have to sleep in the same room with him, even for a day.

I took a quick bath and then did my namaz. I was in my prayers when I heard his voice from far downstairs.

I keep my focus on my prayers when I sense footsteps approaching me. After a few minutes of silence, I heard his voice.

"I'm sorry."

And my eyes wide open in shock. I looked at him, and he was just staring at the table.

I consume my prayers. After finishing my prayers, I'm folding my Janamaz, and he just keeps looking at the table.

Is he drunk?

I wonder because he does have a drinking problem.

He said sorry! And that to me? I'm not just surprised. I'm shocked.

I didn't pay him any attention and started making my bed.

"Didn't you hear me?" He spoke again, and I'm still not paying any attention. "Are you deaf?" He said it a bit loudly, and here we go.

This man never changes. Not at all.

Veer's pov

I was so angry at her that I lost myself in the elevator. I didn't realize I crossed the line unless she pushed me back.

Damn!!!

What the hell just happened to me? This is not me. I was too damn close to her.

More than that, I hold her aggressively. I never did this to a girl before. Not even with her. No matter how many differences we had or still have,

And she didn't even do much. I mean, yeah, she threw a wet towel on my face and made faces in the kitchen, but that doesn't justify my behavior at all.

I thought to apologize to her but didn't get any chance.

In our meeting, she ignored me. What the hell? How could she ignore me? I'm her fucking boss more than her shohar.

Her ignorance is killing me.

But wait!!!!

Why am I affected by that? On the other hand, it's good because I can't tolerate her presence around me.

Everything was just bearable, but the cherry on top was that she left alone after work. How dare she? I was waiting for her like an idiot. When she didn't come, I looked for her like a lost puppy.

Then I came to know that she was gone hours ago.

I drove toward home. It's fucking too much now that the water has crossed my head.

"Noor!!!
Noor!!!!!!
Noor!!!!!!!!."

I'm screaming like an idiot but got no response. So I headed towards my room, which is empty.

I got worried and searched the whole fucking house. She is nowhere to be found.

"Noor!!!! Noor!!!!." I looked around and finally saw a guest room's door open. I looked inside and saw her doing her prayers.

I sighed in relief. Thank God she is home and didn't leave because of my foolishness.

She is praying quietly. Her head was covered, and her hands were raised up. She looks so peaceful while praying.

I noticed every time I saw her praying and wondering if she was that same Genghis Khan ki poti. Who is ready to eat me alive?

I know she knew I was here, but she didn't stop praying. That means it could be the right time to apologize because she won't look at me and make me nervous, and I can do it without looking into her eyes.

In short, I'm feeling guilty.

"I'm sorry." I said it hurriedly, and her eyes were wide open in shock.

I instantly diverted my gaze because I knew she was looking at me. She didn't respond.

I peeked a glance at her and saw she consumed her prayers again.

I sit quietly because I don't want to disturb her prayers. After finishing her prayers, she started making her bed.

Is she going to sleep here?

How could she? This is not our room, and why the hell is she ignoring me?

Focus Veer. I scolded myself. Then ask again.

"Didn't you hear me?" I asked and got no response. "Are you deaf?" I ask loudly.

She stopped doing her work, scoffed, and looked at me for a brief second, then again resumed her work.

"WHAT THE HELL NOOR? I'M TALKING TO YOU." I yelled, taking long strands towards her.

"GET OUT, VEER." She yelled back.

"I did apologize for what I did in the morning. That wasn't intentional." I tried to justify myself.

"Whatever. Just get out." She said she was looking everywhere except for me.

"You can't sleep here. This is not our room."

"Maa and Uncle are not home, so you don't need to pretend." She said she was cutting me.

"No, let's go to our room." I replied stubbornly and held her wrist.

She jerked my hand, and within a nanosecond, a slap landed on my left cheek. I'm stunned. My face turned to the other side.

"Stop touching me, or otherwise next time I will break your hand." She said, fuming in anger, "You have no right over me. It's just a deal for a year. You can't touch me, and there is nothing our in this."

I'm just standing there. Holding my cheek. I looked down at my feet. I'm ashamed of what I did.

"Sorry." I muttered and left.

I came into our room and landed on the bed. Keep turning sides, but sleep is far away from my eyes.

Then my eyes landed on the couch. Which is empty and feels so odd suddenly. I'm used to seeing her here.

I got up, as if my feet had their own minds. I stand near the couch, then sit on it.

Today I realized how tiny this couch is, and she sleeps here without any complaint. I'm such a bastard that I never realized or felt it was necessary to look after her comfort.

I don't know when sleep consumed me while sitting on that couch.

"No......... don't.......please.......stop.....
"Don't take..." I jerked awake from my sleep.

Sweating badly and breathing abnormally.

God!!!

Not these nightmares again. I took deep breaths and ran downstairs to have a drink.

I feel calm after drinking, but sleep is far away from my eyes. I took a bottle and came back to the house again.

I stopped near her door. I waited for a few minutes, then turned to my room. I turned on the TV and started playing video games.

The whole night has gone like this.

She entered the room early in the morning. She saw empty bottles and shook her head in disappointment. Without sparing me a glance, she took her clothes and left.

In the evening, Maa and Dad come back, so she has to come back to our room, but the cold treatment is still going on.

It's been a month now since last we spoke, and surprisingly, I got affected by her behavior.

I want to hear her voice; it doesn't matter if she scolds me or fights with me.