The past two weeks have been torture for Natasha, she was the one who so badly wanted to go on that industrial tour and now, she missed her husband like a crazy possessed woman. Coming back home, she was eager to meet Farhan before everything else.
But he was already gone to his work, by the time she came. Which made her so mad... didn't he know that she was coming back after two damn weeks? Can't the work wait? Was it more important than answering her call? She thought annoyedly. Just like that, her mood was spoiled so early in the morning and so far it has been a pretty bad day.
With a huff, she came out of the shower and jumped onto the bed, God! She missed this soft and fluffy mattress of hers and vowed to never go on any more trips. Her hair was still wet, but who the hell cares? Farhan might have had a problem, but he is not here anyway.
Thinking about him made her remember the day, where they went to the freshers' party. Of how he was glaring at every other guy who was staring at her inappropriately. He was such a caveman sometimes and she loved that side of his. Although she'd never openly admit it. They had a great time on that day though.
And no, they haven't kissed yet; much to her dismay. Many times, she just wished that she'd grab his handsome face and kiss him already. But that would spoil all the progress they've made so far in this relationship and she didn't want that.
It's been two and half months since their marriage and it took nearly a month for Farhan to come to terms with the fact that they were married. Kissing him now will be like rushing into things and she didn't want that, not now at least. Even if it's torture to her poor heart, she'd be controlling her desires until Farhan takes the first step. She wanted him to make the move first. At every cost.
Lost in his thought, she falls asleep and even in the dream, Natasha was almost about to kiss him but a loud noise wakes her up with a thud. She sat up with a jerk, wanting to yell at the person who has disturbed her beautiful dream. But the frown on her face disappears as soon as she saw who it was.
Ugh, I can't kiss you even in my dreams. I hate this darn world!
"I'm sorry. It fell by mistake." Farhan frowned at the vase, as he eyed her; sitting on the bed with an annoyed face, clearly hating the disturbance which he just caused.
"You didn't shave!" rubbing her vigorously, she got up from the bed and stared at him with a smile, and the first thing Natasha noticed was his beard, which has grown a lot than the last time she saw him. And good gracious, he was looking like a snack! She could totally eat him up.
"Yes." Farhan's answer was brief and to the point. Which made Natasha raise her brows in confusion. He was behaving oddly. Which is strange.
"Why did you leave so early?" placing her hands on her hips, Natasha questioned him. He just shrugged," I had work. You continue to sleep. I'll get going now." Farhan walked out of the room without sparing any glance at her and she had her mouth agape.
What kind of rude behaviour was this? He didn't even ask when did she came home or if she ate anything because she didn't. Soon the frown reappears as she walked downstairs and found him in the living room talking with someone on the phone, but now he is all smiles and cheerful.
HUH!
"Yes, Sasha. I know. Thanks! You should definitely come to my home then. She'd love to have you here, I'm sure." Farhan was smiling whilst conversing with this Sasha, whoever she was. And for no obvious reasons, Natasha has disliked her already.
The smile on his face disappears as he saw her walk towards him," I'll call you back." by saying so Farhan hung up the call, while she stared at him questioningly. Ignoring her, he walked to the kitchen to fetch himself a glass of water and she followed him behind angrily.
"Farhan?" she poked on his back, making him face her as he gulped the water," what?" he asked. His voice didn't have that usual cheerfulness. But when he was talking with that Sasha he was all smiling. Rude!
"Are you angry with me or something?" she asked with genuine confusion. He nodded in no and started walking out of the kitchen making her jaw drop.
"Farhan, stop. What the hell?" running behind him, she caught hold of his wrist and stopped him, he glared at her in return, "why are you behaving like this?" she yelled.
"I'm not behaving like anything, let me go now. I'm busy." his reply was curt once again.
"If you tell me what the hell is wrong then it'd be really nice." she glared back at him.
"If your lover comes back into your life, will you go back to him?" Farhan blurted out so out of that blue, which made her blank. She stared at him speechlessly. Did he hit his head somewhere? Natasha wondered with a frown.
"What? From where did that come?" she demanded, her tone became lower this time.
"Cat caught your tongue or what? That was a direct question, answer me directly," he demanded her, angrily.
She gave him a look of disbelief.
Losing his self-control, he began to drag her along with him, she stared at him numbly whilst following him behind, "where are you taking me?" she tried to pull back from his hold, but he was obviously stronger than her, so it was of no use.
They were now in their room, as he abruptly left her hand and walked into the closet and came out with a file, seeing which Natasha's eyes widened in surprise and shock.
"How dare you?" she snatched it from him angrily, "you had no rights to read them. These are my personal things. You invaded my privacy." she accused furiously, but he snatched them back without giving a damn to her anger.
"I'm glad that I read these love letters though, so now I can be cautious around you. Reading this letter only made me realize how crazily and insanely you're in love with this guy. I'll be prepared for the day when you too would leave me, just like how Haya did without any second thoughts." Farhan's voice sounded so vulnerable but she didn't give a damn, Is he crazy or what? How dare he think of her like that.
"I don't know from you get these crazy ideas from, but no I'm not leaving you. If you've forgotten I'm your freaking wife." Natasha snatched the letters back from him, for once she was so glad that she did not mention his name in all of these. Stupid fellow! With a huff, she started to leave, if she stayed here any longer she'd lose her crazy mind but was stopped by his powerful hands abruptly.
"Good!" he pulled her wrists towards him, twisting it from behind. As he placed his head on her shoulders making her gasp in surprise. The damn file fell off her hands as she shivered, his beard touching her slightly bare shoulders was waking up all the sleeping butterflies present in her stomach. She missed having these crazy feelings. But didn't ponder on it much for she is so mad at him now.
"You're my wife, I hope you remember this always because I'm not letting you go," he whispered huskily in her ears making her groan from inside but she enjoyed the closeness nevertheless.
"I won't let you go."
Natasha didn't know if she should be happy or mad. For one; this crazy husband of hers was jealous of his own self which is funny and cute at the same time and two; it's no way acceptable for him to be rude towards her, just because he found her damn love letters which he assumed was for someone else. So, she is going to be mad at him now.
"Great! But now, I'm leaving from here. Guess what? I'm so mad." pulling back from him, she muttered furiously.
"Why are you mad?" he frowned.
"You invaded my personal space and doubted on me. I'm not happy with both of these. And to top of it all you did not even ask me how am I or when did I come back. You're so bad." she hit on his chest and marched away from there, dramatically.
Farhan eyed the culprit of all of this drama; the file of love letters, angrily. Reading them was the worst ever thing to do because, he came to know how deeply and crazily in love Natasha was with that person, whoever he was.
Seeing such raw and deep emotions penned down by his wife for someone else has ignited a fuel of insecurity in him and now, he is scared. He is so very scared of this marriage. For one, there is a lot of progress in between them as husband and wife, but after reading the letters, he really doubted if she could ever fall in love with him, the way she has mentioned in the letters. Which made him sound like a hypocrite, considering he was as crazily in love with someone else before.
But Haya was never in his fate and he has accepted the fact long ago and he has even moved on from her. Farhan can now proudly admit that aloud. Because he no longer reads their old texts or stares at their pictures again and again. Nor did Haya ever cross his mind for the last two months. If that's not a sign of moving on, he doesn't know what else is!
Farhan genuinely wanted this relationship to work out though. And knowing that Natasha is still madly and crazily in love with that lover of hers scared him so much. What if she wanted to leave him one day? The question itself was frightening him so much and he doesn't even know why.
But one thing is for sure; he won't let her go! Not now or ever! She was his wife, the fact which he didn't want to acknowledge at first and now he couldn't get himself to forget it. She was his wife, and he intends to keep her for all his life.