Chapter 9

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I don't know how long did I wept while praying Fajr, I don't know when my eyes drooped and I slept on the same position. The tremendous pain in my body woke me up and it took me some time to realize where I was and then the last night came flushing in drowning me in my misery. I took a quick look at Asad and he still was Asleep. His face looked so peaceful like nothing at all bothers him unlike me. I take a quick look at the time and it was half past eight and my eyes widened. First day in my new home and I am already running late. 

I quickly took a shower and changed into something presentable my hijab perfectly sat up on my head. I did a light make up, so nobody suspect my off state. I am just a day old bride, can't give people idea especially his Mom. I know he will kill me if she gets to know anything. I know I should be running off to my home, sending him a divorce notice and getting myself free after his confession last night. But I can't do this. It's just not about both of us, it's about both our families. I can't ruin their reputations and give them a life long tension.

I have to bear him, I have to bear this marriage. I trust Allah and I am sure he will find a way to make all of this easy for me. I have faith on him and that's all I need right now. "Assalamoalaikum.." I greeted my Mother in law, who was sitting in the lawn alone sipping a cup of tea, her eyes widened with surprise and I fidget, was I not suppose to disturb her? "What are you doing here?" And her question confirmed my doubt, she seriously didn't want me here. Ughh!! Zoya, how can you just invade some one's privacy. "I am sorry Begum Sahiba, housekeeper told me you are here, so I thought you might want some company. I am extremely sorry I came here uninvited, I will just go.." 

She burst out laughing making me more nervous than I already was. "Ya Allah, you know you look cute when you start blabbering. Silly girl, why would I mind your company, you are my daughter in law. I would love to have  you join me, it's just I wasn't expecting you to wake up so early. None of my kids are, You should also be catching up with some extra sleep.." And I gave her a small smile after understanding, after last night I am really becoming paranoid.

"I never go to sleep after Fajr, But today I did, so don't worry I had enough rest.." I settled down beside her and made myself a cup of tea and soon we engaged ourselves in a conversation. I really like this lady, why can't his son be like her? Why can't they share same polite nature, so maybe living with him would be a little bit easy then..

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"Uff Mashallah!!! Sister in law, you look mesmerizing. every time I think you can't look anymore prettier, you prove me wrong.." Najma gushed taking in my appearance and I blushed. Looking in the mirror, I too failed too recognize myself. It's not Zoya Farooqui in there, It's Zoya Asad Ahmad Khan.. I shuddered on his name, I haven't seen him all day. Thanks to Lord, I did successfully avoid him. But now It's my reception and even without both our wills, we have to be there. I was getting ready in one of the guest room. Yes the reception is held in a lavish hotel in Shimla and I am a nervous wreck right now. 

I have no idea, how am I going to face all the people down there and moreover will they also reject me just like my husband did.. I know I am not a  perfect match for him and people's opinion and their open comments are sure going to hurt a lot. But Zoya, you are a strong girl and when Allah is with you, you can go through anything so remember that. "Come on, let's get going, Bro jani is outside waiting for you, you both are suppose to enter together.. All the guest have been arrived.." The thought of facing Asad again, made my body shiver, not from excitement but from fear. But I know, there is no way out and I have to do this, so taking one final breath, I finally made my way out..

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