Everyone Stop!

Before you guys read further it's a genuine question that I have for you all.

And it's VERY IMPORTANT
for the rest of the story.

Do you guys want Raqeeba to be the...

A) Timid n Shy Type?

OR

B) The Really Bold Type?

OR

C) Crazy, shy yet bold when needed type?

Answer this before reading further please!
Love you all!
Have a happy go reading!

Oh! And!
I hope you all realize that the lyrics I put up at the start of every chap is kinda like a trigger for what's gonna be ahead.
Lol.

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You just need to take several seats and then try to restore the peace
And control your urges to scream about all the people you hate
'Cause shade never made anybody less gay

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<<raqeeba's p.o.v>>

I personally for a fact don't know what was wrong with me. Yes, I was hurt a little bit more than that I was fuckin angry at that Doofus of a husband of mine. Didn't he get the fact after yesterday's 'fight-me' thing that I am NOT gonna play the pretend game!

Not when he dared to use that as a weapon against me and character-certified me with that tiny piece of shitty knowledge he has! Yes, I'm glad that he was there for me and will forever owe him but definitely not at the expense of my damn respect.

I was genuinely grateful for what he did yesterday but that doesn't mean I'm gonna let him use me for his #MakeHerRegretWhatSheLost game or whatever he has been trying to do with his ex. I want to be there for him. Help him out in every way possible but this is childish. I and Anusha aren't really THAT close but still, I did feel a little bad for her. I realized I don't really wanna be a part of their shit.

I looked down from the balcony only to find the guards as they gave him a salute to which he nodded before zipping and pulling up his hood covering his head and jogging out. Too much of an unnecessary fitness freak. Huh.

Can't he just go to that huge ass gym and do the treadmill shit. The rain legit stopped just a few minutes ago and he's already running away, leaving me all alone with his ex. It's annoying. But more than that what's annoying was the way how he always wants to be the one with the last words.

Flashback

My lips formed into a pout as I puffed my cheeks and glared at him, my back rested on the headboard and a pillow on my lap. He kept roaming around the room talking to the nth person and completely ignoring my presence.

My eyes followed his every move as I saw him run his fingers through his hair before reminiscing through his closet and taking out a grey and a royal blue sweatshirt, looking keenly at them as if in deep thought.

"Trying to kill me with that imaginary layer from your eyes?"

His head swiftly snapped towards my direction as he raised a brow at me to which I just rolled my eyes.

"More like burn you out." I deadpanned to which he chuckled.

"Why'd you do that, Nuraan?" I couldn't help but ask. I saw him still for a moment before he shrugged and said. "That's just for me to know, Wife. And you to not figure out."

I frowned. Seriously? How old does he take me as? I just sighed

"Look if you really want to get away from her then this should probably be the last thing you should try don't make things so damn obvious. Just let her be. That poor gir----"

His voice interrupted mine even before I could complete

"You know what. You listen here and listen well. I've always preferred being private about my life and as long as she was a part of it? It was all well and good. But not anymore. We broke all the ties that bound us and now I don't want her to know shit about me or us. And how unnecessary this marriage is or how unhappy and torturous you feel with me. Please."

My mouth kept opening and closing at his words as I slowly looked down at my hands. He released a sigh before simply throwing the sweatshirts back in the cupboard.

Did I overreact?

I mean we do pretend to be a happy-go couple in front of everyone. Why not Anusha?

No, but still.

What he did today was unnecessary! Shaking my head I was ready to provide him with my piece of information and questions only to realize how the room was already empty.

The fuck?

Flashback Ends

Shaking my head I continued to brush my teeth as I glared at his retreating figure from the balcony.

How unnecessary this marriage is or how unhappy and torturous you feel with me.

Now that I recall his words patiently. I can make a few deals out of it.

First. He is right. The kind of relationship we share and whatever we have should stay between us only. I honestly don't know why I even bothered taking her as an exception. As in we did pretend to be the 'couple' in front of others so why not her.

However, the only factor I need to take care of is that we do this with my entire consent and consciousness. I mean it's true. I don't want to make a joke out of myself!

Second. Jeeez he's such a drama queen!

Frowning at the knock on the door I held my toothbrush in my mouth before pulling my hair up in a bun as I open the room door.

Her again? Uh ok.

Wait.

Why am I still in his room, again?

Her Hazel orbs met mine as she gave me a small smile and said "Hey"

I smiled back replying with a friendly mommy "Hii" only to forget the fuck on Earth I was doing and let the toothbrush fall down right on the ground from my marking my embarrassment.

GREAT!

High five people! Your girl fucked up her image, yet again!

Wooohhoooo

Letting out an embarrassed chuckle I quickly bent down picking up the brush and rushing to the washroom, not missing the disgusted expression she threw my way.

Jeez woman, sorryyy.

Rinsing my face I realized that I should have probably gone to my room only, this washroom has NOTHING. And I need my honey face wash. Deciding to deal with my tantrums later I walked out to find Anusha sitting on the bed taking out something from the bedside drawer.

I frowned walking a little further only to stop when my eyes landed on the small palm-sized photo frame she held with the tight grip of her hands. Taking a deep breath I looked closer at the woman whose face dug down towards the platter, lips formed in a pout, mouth full of food as small tendrils of her hair came out from her bun and fell in front of her eyes. Her skin glowed as the sun rays from the window while her eyes shone, staying fixed on that particular plate of lasagna.

"You look cute" My eyes snapped in her direction the moment those words left her mouth. My cheeks getting warm.

"Thank you." I smiled.

I could feel the loud thudding of my heart as millions of thoughts clouded my mind. Did he take that? I never saw this before? Why is it in his bedside drawer?

"Before marriage?" She asked to which shook my head.

"Nah. We... We went to Dugg Out for Lunch. A day after the wedding. I guess that's when he clicked it."

"He clicked it?" She asked again as if not believing my words. I mean. I don't believe them either to be honest.

I shrugged. "It was just the two of us."

How come I never realize how he clicked a picture of me that day? Forget getting it framed if i may add.

Her smile dropped a little before she nodded and kept the frame back in the drawer and all of a sudden gave me her bright smile.

Woah.

She was truly a beauty. Damnn.

I pity my husband soo bad. Lol.

Closing the drawer with utmost elegance I saw her stand and straighten up before looking at the wall behind the headboard of the bed and said.

"You know when we were dating, there used to be this huge beautiful picture of us right there."

Uh. Okay. I smiled a little looking at the admiration in her eyes as she continued.

"It was the very first time when I embedded to the 'Knightingale' contract and I was made the brand ambassador of Mrs. Khan's fashion brand."

The 'Knightingale' was of course founded by Mum when she finally followed her passion of fashion designing and created her own brand. It's one of the most famous here being highly in demand. Mom says all this wouldn't have been possible if it wasn't for Dad's complete trust and support upon her as he willing gave in a large number of shares from The Knights for the entire building of the brand. That explains why it was 'Knightingale' and not 'Nightingale'

"Wow. It must be grand." I said with a smile.
She nodded cheerfully.

"It was the best moment of my life." The more I look at her the more I realize how much she loves hi---

"I had THE best and the most expensive dress among all. It was brilliant. The golden glowed bright making me feel like a queen as I trailed down the ramp. When Nuraan told me about how he wanted me to be at the very center being the showstopper I was elated beyond control. I was the happiest. At the end of the show, he saw me get up on the stage holding my hand tight and that was when his mother announced me as the official brand ambassador."

The passion in her eyes swooned and I couldn't help but admire her for her dedication to her career.

However, something didn't fit well but I ignored it.

"That must be beautiful," I whispered. She nodded looking at me and said.

"It was...until it all fell apart."

My smile dropped at her words as I looked down at my hands. Why did they break up?

"Until you came in." She completed. My eyes snapped in her direction as I frowned a little.

We broke up before I got married, Wife.
Isn't that what he said?

"Excuse me?" I couldn't help but ask although this time I tried maintaining a blank face. Her eyes roamed all over my features as if trying to analyze something before she sighed and said. "I mean until Nuraan had to marry you for business and the deal happened between both of your families costing us our love." She chuckled continuing. "You didn't even deny for once. But don't worry. I don't blame you."

Her words were sharp yet careful as if deliberately trying to mock and taunt me with that hurt in her voice. To say her little confession took me in haywire would be an understatement.

All my life my friends usually told me that I've been good at knowing people. Well not trying to brag but I too feel so at times. And this ain't a joke. Honestly, i should feel the guilt I always have felt inside me every time I thought of the fact of how I broke a beautiful relationship but to my surprise. Today when the girl whom I always secretly pitied was standing in front of me telling me about the cruelty caused in her life because of me, I just felt unaffected, least bothered,...cold.

And I was hating myself for that. I was hating myself for not being affected by the fact of how I probably ruined them. Hating myself for not relating to any word that left her mouth. Hating myself for not feeling guilty.

Not even to the least.

I don't blame you.
I don't blame you.
I don't blame you.

Why would she blame me anyway when they already broke up?

Drama queeennnn.

Ima gettin the BITCH VIBES from this chick.

A-ha same

Ikr! She's playing her. Trust me.

You think so?

I know so.

Well don't you think lately we've been agreeing a lot

I just feel you're getting back to your senses Hearty hearty

Oh shut it. What do you think Missy?

Raqeeba?

She's zoning out?

Damn this stupid. Aye Raqeeblah blah blah blah! Say something!

Raqeeeee.....bbaaaaah

Raqeeba man WTF?

You still gotta answer her. What are you thinkin?

Raqeeeee blah blah black sheep have you any wool?

God that's wrong stupid

Shut the fuck up three bags full.

One for her husband and one for his ex.

And for the little dummy standing right ahead!

"You can't"...blame me. I said voicing my opinions. She gave me a weird look before her eyes narrowed at me.

"What do you mean?"

I genuinely wanted to say something about how I know they broke up before we got married but something inside me snapped stopping me.

What if she is right and he lied to me?

Too many thoughts clouded my mind as I couldn't help but look into her Hazel eyes with a blank expression before I just decided to shake my head as I smiled and asked

"You needed something?" She seemed rather relaxed after looking at my smiling face as she said

"Actually there was a huge storm yesterday for which some of the trees fell down blocking the route so it's preferred to stay indoors. If you don't mind..." She didn't have to complete as I shook my head and gently rested my hand on her shoulder as I said "You can stay here."

A grateful smile appeared on her face before being replaced with a pinch of bitterness as she bit out the words
"Now, I've started needing permissions."

Well good morning, Bitch it's her you staying at.

I just decided to stay silent because I did not want to create a fuss. Maybe. Just maybe we could be friends and keep it civil between us.

I don't want drama.

Genuinely.

She too kept quiet looking at me before shaking her head and saying.

"Can I get a pair of clothing, I-I don't have any."

I nodded. "Sure umm. You go to your room, I'll get it." She smiled nodding before looking at me one last time saying.

"If you don't mind. Can I cook breakfast for you guys today?"

The kind of a lazy ass I am I would've said why not. I mean Juliette ain't hear and I already asked others to take a leave for the day because of the weather. I mean we don't have much help anyway but to think of it she's a guest. And making your guest cook for you is---

"Please. Let me. I want to. Genuinely."

I tried to stop her but at the same time I didn't want to come off rude so after her constant persistence for what seemed like ages I gave in she giggled hugging me before turning on her back and leaving making me sigh.

I couldn't help but stare at her retreating figure. Why would they break up when she is this perfect? Sweet, kind? Beautiful for all I know. Then why...

Because she's a liar.

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