Chapter 80

He hissed irked and walked over to the door before he closed it. She slumped down on her knees as the tears continued to cascade down. He knelt down before her and held her shoulders with his strong hands. "You see this was what I was afraid of. I can't stand this..." "Listen to me, dalia. She can't do anything to you, I assure you. I have promised to protect you from any kind of harm, no one dares touch you in watch." "Well... what if you aren't here?" She asked furiously. "Look, I can't do this I've told you, I can't... she... I just can't...." He stared at her for a long moment before he enfolds her in a gentle hug, and she buries her face in his shoulder, sobbing quietly. A long moment later she pulls away, smiling a little through her tears. "Come, let's go to my room. You need some rest," he told her before he helped her up. He held her hand in his before they sauntered out of the room. Even after they have settled down in his room, she hadn't stopped the tears while she continued lamenting about amira. It took him hours before he could convince her and later on she fell asleep in his arms. He smiled at the view as he tried to lay her down on the bed. He planted a soft kiss on her forehead before he covered her body with the duvet. He loves her and he promised to protect her fearlessly, powerfully and unconditionally always. The next morning, she woke up to an empty bed. She sat up right looking around the unfamiliar room. This wasn't the room she was in during Fajr. She was about to drop down from the bed when she heard the door squeak open. She stared at him as he walked in and smiled at her. "You're up already." She nodded her head respectfully. "Good morning," she muttered getting off the bed. "You should take your bath now. Everything you'll need is in your closet. When you're done meet me downstairs." He showed her the closet before he walked out. She heaved a sigh as she started walking towards the bathroom door. She entered before she locked the door with the thought he could come in. She turned, scanning the captivating bathroom. She stripped down and walked leisurely to the shower. The water pours down, drips by her side, as her mind fades into dullness and everything is a foggy illusion. The sensation of steamy water calms her; takes her mind off things. All the things she honestly don't care about. After her bath, she wrapped herself with the soft towel she knew it was meant for her before she stepped out of the bathroom. She moved to the mirror and settled down on the stool. She applied her lotion first before moving to her closet to find what to wear for the day. After she has gussied up, she carefully walked out of the room, peeping to see if amira was there. She groaned softly as she descend down the stairs; she wasn't free in her own husband's house. He raised his head from his phone when her perfume hits his nostrils. He stared at her; she wore a lavender colour skirt and blouse made of soft lace and beautiful accessories. He shook his head as he looked at her body for the second time. The alluring style of the dress slipped on her perfectly, peppering her body with soft, sensual kisses. Like a lover, it seduced the senses and conveyed with utmost skill the art of pleasing. She should've covered herself with a veil, she mused to herself. He cleared his throat and rose up from the sofa clearly feeling embarrassed for staring too long. "Uhh... let's go eat, aunty cooked for us," he told her as he led the way to the dining area. He settled down while she served their breakfast in separate plates. He looked at her and smiled then shrugged. "Do you need anything else?" She asked when she observed the look he gave her. He smiled at her and shook his head no "Not really, you should sit and eat your breakfast. But next time serve us in the same plate, I prefer that," he told her before he dig into his meal. She breathed out and settled down. She took a glimpse at him briskly before she took her fork and started eating. "When are you resuming?" He asked after a while. She raised her head and looked at him. His eyes were fixed on his phone. "Next week Monday," she retorted and moved her eyes away from him. Just then, they heard amira's clicking heels coming down the stairs. Dalia dared not to look her way as she tried to restrain herself from running. Amira entered the dining room glaring at both of them. She mumbled under her breath as she nonchalantly sat beside muhsin and opened the warmers. Dalia calmly kept the fork back on her plate and rose up. He raised his head to look at her worriedly. "You haven't finished eating your breakfast," he spoke staring at her. She smiled a little and shook her head. "I'm full," she responded and walked away. He sighed and turned his gaze to amira as she munched on the food that wasn't meant for her. He hissed irritatedly and stood up. He took dalia's plate with him and headed to his room with his but she wasn't there. He came out and walked to her room to find her clearing the mess amira made last night.