Married Without Love novel Chapter 12

||Mishal's POV||

I was sitting on the couch with a book but I wasn't reading it because my mind was on Zayaan. His sudden abnormal behavior always confused me and sometimes terrified me.

The door of the house opened which snapped me out of Zayaan-land. I looked at the door and saw an old woman entering the house with two younger ladies behind her.

Rauza came out of the kitchen and rushed to them. She greeted them and kissed the hand of the old woman. I slowly made my way towards them in confusion and greeted them.

"So, she is my Zayaan's bride?" She asked with a serious face.

"Yes, amma bi, she is the beautiful heart capturer who captured the heart of your grandson," Rauza said and giggled.

Amma bi! Zayaan's grandmother!

"Hmm.. I see. Aren't you going to welcome me, bride?" The old woman, Zayaan's grandma, amma bi, asked with a small smile.

"Ye-Yeah sure. Welcome inside. You don't have to ask. This is also yours' house," I told her, sincerely.

She smiled at me softly and entered inside with the two ladies following behind her. She sat on the couch and patted the place next to her. I silently sat beside her while Rauza went to the kitchen and the two ladies, whose name I didn't know, went out of sight to the master bedroom in the corner.

"My child, tell me how is my grandson treating you? Tell me the truth. If he is not then tell me. I know how to make him behave well," She told me with a wink and laughed.

I laughed with her. Rauza came out of the kitchen with two glasses of juice. She served one to Zayaan's grandma and one to me.

"I hope you are giving my grandson a hard time," She said, taking a sip from his glass.

I looked at her in confusion and thought why would I give him a hard time. Seeing my confusion, she added,

"Silly, pregnant ladies hormones are everywhere. They always throw tantrums and give their husbands hard time."

Oh! If I give him a hard time, will he bear me then?

"So, you are not giving him?" She asked, disappointedly.

"Amma bi!" We heard Zayaan's voice.

I quickly stood up and saw him coming towards us. His eyes were narrowed at me. I knew why because I was looking like a tomato or maybe like tomato ketchup. I quickly looked away from him and excused myself.

I went to the washroom and splashed cold water on my face. I looked in the mirror and tried to cool down myself. I took a few deep breaths and went out of the washroom to the living hall. I stopped when I heard her.

"Oh nothing, my little chimpanzee! I was just having a little conservation with her. You know, bedroom talks. Like how to seduce you before sleeping and how to turn you on," She was telling, innocently.

I heard Zayaan groaned at her then told her, softly and gently,

"First, don't call me chimpanzee. Second, why you said that to her. You just embarrassed her. As much as I love you, amma bi, but I don't like you when you start embarrassing others with that type of conservation."

His tone wasn't cold or just a little cold. Instead it was full softness and gentleness. The way he was talking to her told me that he loved her too much. I smiled when I remembered she called him chimpanzee.

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