All Chapters of His Billionaire Wife?: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

 ZoyaI walked out of the cabin, locking my hand with Abrar's arm. I saw abbu coming inside with Mr. Kaiser and his son following him. My eyes went straight on to Irtaza who was already looking at me, his eyes reactionless. That was what he looked like always.I didn't bother to notice his appearance and walked towards the crowd."It's been so long since you visit the office, Kaiser. I miss our partnership so much", abbu said to his loving friend."We're still partners. Aren't we?", Kaiser laughed and immediately started coughing since his old throat couldn't bear the laughter either."Yeah", abbu rubbed his back with a smile. "But we haven't worked together for a long time""We needed time, Uncle Ali", Irtaza finally spoke after he was done gazing at me. I was glad that he didn't take a glance at Abrar for once. "We needed time to overcome the bitterness"He didn't look at me but I knew he wanted to spit those words on m

ZoyaHow dare he? How could he just behave like that to me? How?My head was pounding from the moment I came out of Abrar's cabin. His damn attitude pissed me off.I, the Zoya Ali, who never pleaded or requested to anyone, who never cared what people thought about me, who never explained to anyone literally requested to him. And what the heck had he done with me? Showed his stupid attitude!I grabbed the vase from the desk and clutched it tight, closing my eyes to absorb whatever he said to me.We had nothing between us!Wow!That was another gift from Mr. Abrar Zafar to me. He made it clear that he was still sticking to his ex. And I was nothing to him. I let out deep sighs before opening my eyes again. My nerves stopped shaking, my heartbeats went normal as I felt immense sadness filling inside me more than anger."Liar!" I gritted my teeth and looked aside at the curtain, he was on the opposite side. "Such a liar you are!"

ZoyaMy head felt like a big pressure cooker that could blast right away. He walked past me out of the cabin."Arrggghhh", I felt like attacking him but I had no other way left."Zoya, we are getting late", he screamed from outside. I gritted my teeth and wished he could be there in between my teeth and I could munch him off."Coming", I screamed back."I'll see you at home, Mr. Zafar. Just wait", shrugging, I came out of the cabin. He was standing there, pulling a wry smile on his face.As I walked towards him, he locked my arm with his one. I said nothing and we left for the restaurant.*"Here they come", abbu beamed as we reached the massive table of the restaurant. Apart from abbu, Kaiser and Irtaza there were a few staff from Kaiser's company and a few from ours like Sahani, Kaif, and Rony."Good afternoon", I faked a smile and shot a glare to Abrar. He looked at me, rolling his eyes in confusion."What happ

 Abrar"Zoya is looking so calm after coming back home. Did you say something to her?", dadi looked at me with her suspicious eyes, making me feel like a culprit. I got clueless and rolled my eyes, unable to say something."What? Tell me. See, she is really upset", dadi said, looking at Zoya from the kitchen counter. She was arranging the table for dinner.I paused for a moment while looking at her. Her eyes met mine abruptly for a while, then she immediately drove them away. I wondered if any of my actions offended her. I didn't want to hurt her sentiments, nor I did anything wrong. Then what exactly affected her so much?"Will you tell me?", dadi shrugged next to me while filling the bowl with curry and then handing it to me."Nothing, dadi. Just argued", I said and I knew dadi would not try to ask about the matter."If it's only an argument from both sides then it's fine. But I hope you didn't do anything one-sided that hurt

AbrarZoya was never a sensitive girl but I could sense she was holding back her tears too. She had many things unwrapped inside her that I didn't know. However, I always knew that there was another Zoya hidden inside her whom I still didn't know."Are you missing your ammi too? You can call her up", I said when I listened to her broken voice."Nothing like that. And I never cried missing my ammi. I cried missing her last time when I was twelve. That was the last time", she said."You were in—""America", she said before I could speak. "Eight years in America. Six years in Delhi. Far away from them. I'm kinda habitual to stay alone"I never felt like she was out of the country for such a long time. Her behavior never felt that way. She was always like the desi girl."What's in Delhi? I mean you finished your studies in America if I'm not wrong", I asked curiously because it was something that I was totally unaware of. "Sorry if