Married Without Love novel Chapter 13

||Mishal's POV||

I set the table with Rauza and the other two ladies, Fozia and Faiza, who came with amma bi, for dinner when amma bi entered the dining hall and sat on the head chair with her signature smirk. By the look on amma bi's face, anyone could predict she was up to something.

"Mishal, come and sit here!" Amma bi ordered me, softly.

Rauza took the plates from my hands and I sat on the right side of amma bi. At the same time, Zayaan entered the dining hall and was on the left side of amma bi.

"You are not sitting here, Zayaan. Go and sit beside your wife," Amma bi ordered him, strictly.

Zayaan looked at her and narrowed his eyes at her but amma bi gave him both her innocent and stern look at the same time. He stood up slowly and sat beside me.

When he sat beside me, I heard him hissing in pain quietly but loud enough for me to hear. I turned to look at him but he kept his face straight.

Rauza served everyone on the table. Amma bi made sure to fill my plates with everything. I was about to start eating but amma bi stopped me.

"No, you are not eating yourself!" Amma bi said pointing his finger at me then she turned to Zayaan, "Where are your manners? Why are you not feeding your wife with your hands?"

Zayaan looked at amma bi and opened his mouth but amma bi gave him a not-to-deny-or-else look. I looked down with slightly red cheeks.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Don't waste your time and feed her. She and your baby must be very hungry," Amma bi told him and I noticed on the mention of your baby, he gripped the spoon tightly.

I felt myself hurt and protective over my baby. I put my hand gently on my small baby bump but, nonetheless, I hid my hurtful expression with a small smile. Zayaan picked the spoon from my plate and fed me with his hands. I ate in silence while amma bi was beaming at us.

After eating, Zayaan was the first one to leave the table and went out of the dinning hall. Amma bi murmured something about teaching this boy a lesson. Amma bi put a hand on my hand and squeezed it.

"You know you can always make him pay," Amma bi said with a spark of mischievous in her eyes.

Oh no!

"He can't sleep on the couch. His back hurts whenever he sleeps on the couch. So if he ever. I am saying again. Ever not behave properly, make him sleep on the couch," She told me with a wink.

Oh my Allah!

What had I done? He was sleeping on the couch from past days and that explained why he was hissing in pain and looked more angry and frustrated.

I looked at amma bi with wide eyes but quickly composed myself and thought of Zayaan.

"I must go and sleep. It's my sleeping time. And remember what I said today, in the morning," Amma bi said.

I looked at her in confusion and thought of what she told me. Sensing my confusion, she said with a wink,

"Wear something sexy to seduce my grandson."

"Amma bi!" I mumbled and looked away with red cheeks.

"Why?" He asked me.

"Your back will hurt again," I answered.

"So?"

I finally looked at him and saw him staring at me with his heated gaze which was making me nervous and feeling giddy from inside. He stood up slowly and stepped towards me which made me step backward unconsciously.

"An-and I don't want it hu-hurt again. The bed is large enough. You can take one side and I can take the other side," I told him, quickly, straight to the point and quickly walked to the bed.

I put the pillows between the bed, making a pillow wall. I froze when I felt his presence behind me which made my heart hammered loudly but I didn't turn around to look at him.

"And why do you care?" He asked.

"Honestly, I don't know. But I think after what you did for me, it's the least I can do. Religiously and lawfully, we both are husband and wife and I don't think it is crime to share a bed after marriage," I whispered looking down at the pillow wall.

"Are you sure you will be comfortable?" He asked a few moments later.

I hummed and put the last pillow on the pillow wall. I felt him move from behind me and laid on the one side of the bed and I laid on the other side of the bed.

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