My Secret Life's

Chapter 163: Love and Wounds

"Who is the owner of your heart?" asked the Luxifer master to look at Vans.

Every word from Vans, just like it was years ago. Like her when she fell in love with Naura, and all became beautiful without having. Vans smiled and hugged tightly the file in his arms. "He is the heart of his loved ones. Everyone will fall in love with his mischief and kindness. Having it is a blessing."

"If there is such a woman, then that woman is Asfa." said someone who made Vans and lord Luxifer turn his gaze towards the entrance.

The arrival of Ara's grandmother, made Luxifer wake up from his sitting position. Vans got up and stood beside Luxifer. Grandma Ara stopped in front of the two men of different ages. For a moment his eyes stared at his granddaughter. Asfa still enjoys being a sleeping princess. "Am I right? If I'm wrong, introduce me to the woman you love Doctor Vans Al Burhan."

One mention of his full name, made Vans turn his casual expression into a serious expression. Just for a moment and Vans returned to his usual attitude. Grandma Ara smiled looking at the way the young man in front of her. What a good emotional control. Meanwhile, Mr. Luxifer was thinking. "Not Vans Al Burhan, grandson of Mr. Burhan in country L. What does that mean?"

"Yes sir. But I just look like his name. Become a doctor with the help of scholarships. If it's true that I'm the grandson of businessman number two, why do I dress like a country boy" Vans said trying to shift the main focus away from his true identity.

No probing gazes from Mr. Luxifer. The man chose not to comment. While Grandma Ara stared at Vans intensely. "Son, rest in the lower room. Tonight let us take care of Queen."

"good. May I know where the room is? The house is huge." asked Vans and took his backpack from the corner.

Mr. Luxifer prepares to deliver Vans to the lower room and walks first. While Grandma Ara stopped Vans' steps. "Love is there to strengthen. I hope my eyes are not wrong. The love in your eyes is too big. I hope that someday your love will bring a drop of happiness to my granddaughter Asfa."

Vans nodded and again walked out of the room, following the footsteps of the increasingly distant lord Luxifer. Grandma Ara smiled and the corner of her eyes shed tears. Amidst the many pitfalls and ill intentions of the opponents, there are still those who persist and give sincere love.

"I'm sorry grandma. Grandma ties you to a relationship of promise not heart. Grandma doesn't even know if you love your husband or not. Although, you have done your duty as a wife. Wake up, son, you've had enough sleep." Grandma Ara sat beside Asfa's bed while rubbing her grandson's hair.

Every word and every taste, sounded in silence. There was no intention of opening her eyes. Right now, let everyone be busy with him. And the plan will go well. Leaving Asfa's room. In another room a man could not close his eyes. I tried many things, but none worked.

Every day vent anger and loneliness with various types of sports. And now the moon is coming, time is getting night. His eyes are still wide open. His outstretched hand took one wedding photo frame with luxurious decorations. "Not even three days. But it feels like three centuries. Where are you, why is there no news. I missed you Asfa. Is this what you're saying?"

Abhi's memory returns to one Asfa speech after the union of the two on the first night. Asfa said, *This is our night. Then let's enjoy tonight. Forget about tomorrow. Just let tonight be our unification*. One remark from Asfa had meaning, going away without saying goodbye. Although, there is a small note on the nightstand. Yes, only a note that makes Abhi understand, if his wife has to leave because of emergency work.

Of all the memories. A lot of people make questions after questions pile up. Instead of being answered, the more here it is precisely the question of the wife's life gets more complicated. "Asfa are you okay? Why am I so nervous? Or just call Dr. Al. But I don't have his number. Ampuun Abhi, why are you an error? Looks like I should get back to work."

Abhi's hand put back the wedding photo and snatched her phone. A number is dialed and a connected tone is heard. Call answered after third ring. "Send all the reports to my e-mail! I'm ready to work. And yes, tell papa and mama not to worry. I'll be home soon."

[Laseless boss. During the guarantee period, everything is arranged. I'll send you some reports to check today.] - answer from across and turn off the phone.

"Who's the boss and who's the assistant? The longer, the braver this one kid gets. It turns out my wife's influence is greater. Abhi spirit, melt your little wife's heart. Or everyone forgets you." said Abhi encouraging himself.

Raw beans must be processed to be a delicious food. While Abhi must be forged harder, his attitude is firm when working first. But now, his attitude sank into the firmness of the wife. Like the earth and the sky. If Asfa still wears the old identity, it is certain that Abhi stands out from all sides. But not when Asfa became himself. Like a scale that suddenly has an additional load, without being asked.

The man's hand reached into his pants pocket. The vibration of the phone, made the man momentarily shift his focus. By sliding the green slide. Connected calls. A command from the caller, makes the man think for a moment and understand what the caller wants. "Done's."

The call was cut off and the man left his boss's office. Don't forget to lock the room back, once he's out.

Prooque!

Prooque!

Prooque!

Three claps of his hands, making the guards inside gather in one room, all standing in front of the man in the suit. "You prepare the heli and make sure the trip this time IS SAFE! Go."

"Ready duke" said the guards in unison and dispersed.

The man chose to walk towards his resting place, a tiring day. Unlike the anger of a woman in her luxurious room. With her beautiful night clothes, her body was wrapped very fittingly. The face of the self was such that the intention of his heart wanted to maintain his household. However, his eyes must see the madness of the husband fondling other women.

Her hands put away all the makeup on her dresser.

Praangs...

Pyaars...

Glass perfume bottles with all the equipment for body care, are now scattered on the floor. His eyes stared at the mirror, a rough swipe of tissue erasing the red color on his lips. Her face was no longer beautiful, but sad. There are no eyes full of love. His eyes became the flames of hatred. "You started it. Don't blame me. I'm not trash. I'm your wife. And your obsession for another woman, the reason for my hatred to infiltrate the recesses of my heart."

"Have you looked at me lovingly all this time? No. gabe. Have you ever given a genuine smile other than a charade? No. gabe. Everyone sees our marriage as good and harmonious. But who saw the wound in this room and my heart? I've received all your treatment all along. But not with your love obsession."

The woman consciously tore the bright red lingerie that covered her body. Now there are some chest scars and also some hidden places. Every wound on his body had a bitter story. And over the years, he survived for the wholeness of his family.

"I'll call someone. He can understand my creaking."