HER POV

“Nisha, please guide her to the CEO’s cabin. She’s a visitor,” Sakshi instructed.

“Sure,” Nisha replied.

As we walked towards his office, she asked, “Who are you? What’s your relationship with the CEO?”

“That’s none of your business,” I replied, noticing her judgmental gaze.

I could guess what she was thinking.

′Yeh burkah wali yaha kya kar rahi hai? Boss ke saath kya rishta hai? Bla bla bla. As if I cared about her opinions.′

As I walked towards Irfaz’s cabin, I saw a girl coming out crying.

I thought to myself,“What has he done now to make her cry?”

I knew he could be a bit harsh at times, but I didn’t think he would make someone cry.

Kahi zyda hardcore toh nhi.

Astagfirullah Izel, kya soch rhi h? Shohar h tera, iske bare mein toh asa na soch. (My conscience scolded me.)

But then again, I can’t trust him completely. He changed my groom without even telling me, and then, the day after our wedding, he went to meet his collaboration partner, leaving his wife alone at home. Holding her hand to stop her—tauba tauba. (Husn tera tauba tauba.)

“What happened?” Nisha asked the crying girl.

“Boss ka temper high ho rakha h,” she sniffled.

“Don’t worry, let me handle him. I’m his favorite employee,” Nisha said, adjusting her appearance.

I thought, hmm, uski biwi mein hu, yeh sambhalegi meri shohar ko. Dekhte hain kya kaand hota h.

Nisha knocked on the door.

“Sir,” Nisha called out, but a loud roar came from inside, nearly making my ears bleed.

“Get out. Don’t let anyone in, or forget about your job!” he spat out.

Nisha stormed out of the office, and I couldn’t help but laugh at her antics. She glared at me.

“Hey you, the boss is busy. Come back later; he’s in no mood to hear anything,” Nisha snapped.

I nodded, but then asked the crying girl what had happened. She explained that Irfaz was unhappy with her work and had asked her to review his meeting file for the fourth time. I took the file from her and decided to intervene.

“Hey, didn’t you hear him? He said he doesn’t want to meet anyone!” Nisha stammered, trying to stop me.

I ignored her.

“Come with me,” I told the girl.

As I entered the room, he said, “Didn’t I say I don’t want to meet anyone?” raising his head towards me.

“I’m sorry. I’ll come back later,” I said, pretending to leave.

“Wait.”

He walked towards me and hugged me tightly, as if he was afraid I would disappear.

After a moment, he let go.

“I’m sorry I hugged you without asking,” he said, looking at me with sad eyes.

“I missed you so much, jaan,” he whispered softly.

My face turned bright red as I looked back at him. I felt both happy and shy. Shukar h I am wearing my veil, otherwise, I’d be even more embarrassed in front of him.

“Why are you here?” he asked.

“Mom sent you lunch since you skipped breakfast this morning,” I said.

“Hmm,” he hummed, hugging me and nuzzling into my neck.

“Stay still for a minute. Let me recharge,” he said.

I patted his head.

“Now I hate this burkah,” he pouted.

“Why?”

“It’s preventing your scent from reaching my nostrils.”

I flushed, hearing his words.

He pushed me aside and noticed the other girls standing behind me. I turned around and saw Nisha gritting her teeth in frustration.

“What are you doing here?” he asked the girls.

“Aa..ahh.. boss I... am..” she stammered.

“I called her in,” I said.

“Why?”

“To help her understand the mistakes she’s been making in her reviews,” I explained.

“You eat first; let me check her report,” I said.

I moved towards his desk, sat in his personal chair, and started reading her file review.

He sat down on the sofa.

“I’m starving,” he complained, looking at me.

“Then eat. That’s the tiffin I brought for you,” I said.

He pouted again.

After a couple of minutes, as he opened his tiffin, he walked towards me irritably and took the file from my hand.

He scanned the papers and held out his hand for a pen.

He marked all her mistakes, and I couldn’t help but smirk under my veil.

He handed the file back to the girl.

“Check this and don’t come back,” he said. She thanked us and left.

“Agr itna easy tha, galti bata dena, pehle kar dete. 3 baar revise kiu karwaya bichari se?”

“Mujhe nhi pata tha na meri biwi aane wali h meri lunch leke.”

Okay, I got lost in my delulu world hearing “biwi” from him. I’ve read so many novels about wives bringing tiffins for their husbands, the nicknames they used to call ‘Biwi, jaan, begum, bacha.’I always fantasized about such scenes, but now it’s happening for real.

He pulled me to the sofa, and we started eating our lunch together. Roti and chicken curry.

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After we finished eating, he went to his meeting as scheduled, and I was asked to stay since he’d be done soon.

I was playing a game out of boredom, thinking that playing games was the best way to pass the time.

He came back from his meeting in about 20 minutes. The meeting was in his conference room, as I discovered.

“Agr bore ho rhi ho toh meri files hi check kr do, biwi,” he said, walking towards his chair and removing his coat, hanging it on the back.

Yeh banda “biwi” bolke mere se kuch bhi kaam karwa skta h, pta chal gya mujhe. I hope isko na pta chale bss.

I started reviewing his files. The easy ones I put aside for him to without re-reading he signed them, and the complicated ones I left for him to review himself.

“Mein apni office pe bhi itna kaam nhi kiya houngi jitna tumne 2 ghante mein karwaya dia mere se,” I complained.

“Acha asa kiu?” he asked.

“Mere itne pending works rehte bhi nhi h. Daily ka kaam daily khatam. Tumne na jane kitne din ka kaam collect kar lia h,” I said.

“You’re right. Pichle week ka kaam h jo mein nhi kia tha. Ab kar raha hu. Or yeh kambakhat Zayn pata nhi kaha mar gaya h, sab kaam mujhe thop ke,” he complained about Zayn.

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As we continued our chit-chat, he slid my chair closer to him.

“Now, perfect. I should introduce a new chair beside me.”

“Uski zarurat nhi h.”

“Why?”

I stood up and sat on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Yaha baith ke bhi review kar skti hu shohar ki files,” I said.

A knock on the door made me jump from his lap, realizing what I was about to do.

Never mind.

“Come in,” he said, pulling me back onto his lap.

I was so embarrassed; I wanted the earth to swallow me whole as I heard the heels click-clacking Tak tak tak.

“Irfaz,” she greeted him informally.

He loosened his grip, and I took the chance to get away from him.

“Irfaz,” she greeted him informally.

He loosened his grip, and I took the chance to get away from him.

“How are you?” she asked.

“Good,” he replied coldly.

“Who is she?” she asked, giving me the same judgmental look that Nisha and the others always did.

I thought, this isn’t the right time to stay here any longer.

Patli galli se nikal leti hu. Agr yeh iski ex-girlfriend hui toh khamakha kalesh karna padega mujhe.

“Excuse me,” I said and opened the door.

“You forgot something, BIWI,”

“What?”

“Your one and only handsome husband, Irfaz Ahmed,”

I saw the girl’s pupils shrink in shock, her eyes about to pop out of their sockets.

I wanted to laugh at her.(My consciousness: dusron pe hasna buri baat hoti h, Izel.)

Before I could process what had just happened, the girl stood frozen, eyes wide as if she’d seen a ghost.

Irfaz smirked, clearly enjoying the situation far more than he should have.

“You didn’t think I’d forget to introduce mybiwinow, did you?” he said, throwing a casual arm around my shoulder. I stiffened at his touch.

“Wait... she’s your wife?” the girl stammered, her disbelief almost comical.

Irfaz grinned, eyes gleaming.

“Yes.Meri pyaari biwi,” he emphasized, pulling me closer as if to prove a point. I could feel his gaze burning through me, silently daring me to play along.

I shot him a sideways glance, wondering what exactly he was trying to accomplish here.

Ex-girlfriend drama? A public spectacle? Both seemed likely. Great, just what I signed up for.

With a sigh, I turned to the girl, pasting on the sweetest smile I could muster.

“Haan g, Irfaz ki biwi. Don’t worry, he’s all mine now.”

My words carried a hint of possessiveness I didn’t even intend, but I wasn’t about to let her have the upper hand.

The girl opened her mouth to speak, her lips parting as if she had something sharp ready to throw my way. But before a word could leave her mouth, Irfaz beat her to it.

“Go home. I don’t have anything to say to you,” he said coldly, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife. His words hung in the air, leaving no room for argument.

The girl blinked, completely taken aback. Her face shifted from shock to frustration, but Irfaz didn’t waver. He stood tall, his expression unreadable, arms now crossed as if daring her to challenge him.

“Irfaz,” she started, trying to regain her composure, but the sharpness in his gaze stopped her mid-sentence.

“I saidgo," he repeated, his tone firm, as if there was no conversation left to be had.

The silence that followed was deafening.

Finally, the girl gave up, her shoulders slumping as she turned on her heel and walked away, muttering something under her breath. I watched her retreat, the awkwardness lingering even after she was out of sight.

I turned to Irfaz, confused and slightly amused.

“That was... intense,” I said, raising an eyebrow at him.

He shrugged casually, as if what had just happened was no big deal.

“She was wasting my time. I didn’t feel like playing games.”

I pushed Irfaz’s arm off me.

“Relax,” he said with a chuckle, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “You looked like you needed rescuing.”

“Rescuing from what? She didn’t even say anything!” I shot back, feeling a wave of irritation.

Irfaz leaned in closer, lowering his voice. “Trust me, you don’t want to know what she was about to say.”

I rolled my eyes, not buying it. “You just enjoy stirring the pot, don’t you?”

“Only when necessary,” he shot back, giving me a playful wink.

Shaking my head, I couldn’t help but laugh a little. “You sure know how to make things dramatic, don’t you?”

Just as I was about to respond, he took a step closer, his tone shifting to something more serious.

“You okay?” His voice was softer now, his gaze holding mine.

I hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

“Good,” he said, his lips curving into a more genuine smile.“Because I meant what I said. You’re the only one who matters to me now.”

I stared at him for a second, trying to read between the lines, but his expression remained sincere.

“Let’s get out of here,” I said, turning to leave again. Before I could reach the door, I glanced back and added, “Next time, try not to make it worse, okay?”

Just as my hand touched the doorknob, I heard him call out, “Waise, ek baat toh maan lo... you do look good when you’re a little jealous.”

I spun around and glared at him, fighting the urge to respond.

“Jealous? Aur mein? Hogya delusion?” I scoffed, turning back to face him fully, trying to hold my ground. “Zindagi mein kuch bhi pal lena, but Izel Khan aur kisi se jealous ho yeh galat fehmi na palna.”

Irfaz raised an eyebrow, his grin widening at my defiance.

“Izel Irfaz Ahmed,”he said smoothly, stepping forward, and before I could react, his arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me into a sudden, firm hug. The world seemed to freeze for a second, my breath catching in my throat.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Proving my point.”

“Point?” I repeated, confused.

He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, his gaze softening in a way that always left me off-balance.

“That no matter how much you pretend to hate this, you love it when I stir things up,” he said with a teasing wink, his voice low and knowing.

“Dream on,” I shot back, trying to sound more confident than I felt.

“You can deny it all you want,jaan,but I know you better than you think,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips. His thumb still traced lazy circles on my waist, making it hard to concentrate.

“Shut up, Irfaz,” I muttered, turning my head away, hoping the flush in my cheeks wasn’t too obvious. (But mein toh veil ke andar hu mujhe kaise dekhega yeh)

“Make me,biwi," he challenged, his voice dipping lower.

I froze, caught completely off guard by the sudden shift in his tone.

"What?"

“You heard me,” he murmured, his face inches from mine, his breath warm against my skin.

“You could always... place your lips on mine.”

His words were playful, but there was an undercurrent of seriousness in his eyes that made my pulse quicken.

TO BE COUNTINUE...........

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Is a chapter length of 2.2k words okay, or should I consider increasing or decreasing it?

1k or 2k+

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