  &quot;What if she doesn t?&quot; He said again, pouring the milk into it.
  &quot;You have no other choice but to divorce me for peace to reign, right? You love your wife or girlfriend and would love to stay with her at all cost. But why isn t she here with you all this while?&quot;She asked, and Mujaheed dropped the whisk he was holding and turned to face her.
  &quot;I don t care about what anyone will say to me about you, Fareeda. And even if my wife wants me to divorce you, I wouldn t be able to do for her. I'd be selfish at that.&quot;
  She gasped and palmed her mouth, &quot;That means you have a wife?! Oh my god! Where has she been all this while and you ve never spoken about her, Nana doesn t know about her either, she would have told me.&quot;
  He pulled her to him and hugged her, she kept trying to get out of his hold and when he released her, he planted a soft kiss on her f

  Mujaheed placed back the glasses on her face and she looked at him with a hurtful expression. &quot;Don t forget all that I've told you, I won t take it lightly when you do any of these to me again, Mujaheed.&quot; She stomped out of the room when he was about to apologize to her. He had never thought that taking off her glass would hurt her as much as he saw it did now. 
  He watched her retreating back as she walked out of the room and Mujaheed was sure if he followed her to the living room, nothing could stop them from fighting. Because he knew if she started venting out on him he might try to calm himself down before everything got out of his control and something terrible would happen. He walked to the bathroom to take his bathe, and after that, he would sleep, by then he was sure she had calmed down a bit.
  Fareeda sat on one of the sofas and cried her eyes out. She dialed Adam 

  &quot;Can't you wear something on top of that?&quot; He peacefully asked and she scrunched up her face in annoyance. She knew this was going to happen if something was related to Mujaheed, he was definitely going to annoy her one way or the other.
  &quot;It s so early in the morning, Mujaheed. No one will be outside, besides this area is so silent that you d think all these mansions are empty, and we ll be back before they start taking their kids to school and also themselves to work. Can we just leave?&quot; She asked with eagerness.
  &quot;I'll have to take your hijab with me, incase something happens outside.&quot; She rolled her eyes on his retreating back as he went into the room and when he came out, he was holding her hijab in his hand, she wanted to strangle him alive.
  They walked out of the chamber and out of the house in sheer silence. Fareeda folded her hands on her ches

&quot;What if she doesn t?&quot; He said again, pouring the milk into it.
  &quot;You have no other choice but to divorce me for peace to reign, right? You love your wife or girlfriend and would love to stay with her at all cost. But why isn t she here with you all this while?&quot;She asked, and Mujaheed dropped the whisk he was holding and turned to face her.
  &quot;I don t care about what anyone will say to me about you, Fareeda. And even if my wife wants me to divorce you, I wouldn t be able to do for her. I'd be selfish at that.&quot;
  She gasped and palmed her mouth, &quot;That means you have a wife?! Oh my god! Where has she been all this while and you ve never spoken about her, Nana doesn t know about her either, she would have told me.&quot;
  He pulled her to him and hugged her, she kept trying to get out of his hold and when he released her, he planted a soft kiss on her forehead and looked into her eyes. &quot;I have a wife, and her name is Fareeda Kamal Sardauna, and

Chapter 27 18: First Fight