Sweet Haram.

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I stare at myself in my bathroom mirror.
I can't believe I was able to sleep last night, soundly. I think I can describe my wedding day as the worst day of my life mainly because I couldn't do anything when Hanif kept acting like an ass hole or the way Baba kept calling to make sure I fulfill my duties as a man.

I call Fayza as soon as I walk out the house.

Yaya? Ya dai?

Are you done getting dressed?

Just came downstairs but I'm done.

I'm leaving the house now, I'll pick you up now so we can go together.

That's great. I don't have to drive, I'll be out in a second.

Okay then.
I end the call.

The door opens, Mallika walks out looking at me like I was some kind of monster. I never knew she was so timid.
"Yes?"

She smiles nervously "I was thinking".
"Can you please hurry, I'm in a rush and Fayza is waiting".

"I want to ask.... Ammi to get us a maid, if that's fine with you".

I nod "Can you clean?"

She shakes her head.

"Can you cook?"

She shakes her head.

"Can you wash?"

She shakes her head.

"Can you even sweep?" I ask tilting my head.

"No".

"Then why are you asking, we obviously can't survive without a maid so it's not based on what I want, it's what we need".
I huff "Go ahead".

I enter the car.
"What about lunch?"

I stare at her "I eat at work".
"Dinner?"

"Don't bother, it'll just get cold anyway"
"Okay".

"Call if you're going out".
"Okay but do you even have my number?"

I nod and drive out.

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Hanif's POV.

I sit on the kitchen counter staring as she prepared a sandwich, apparently she can't have breakfast at home because Dahir is coming by to pick her up.

I've always wanted a housewife, badly and Fayza isn't, she works and I don't like that and because of the relationship between our parents I cannot complain, she's an important part in her uncle's company.

"Should I make one for you?" She asks not even raising her head.

"Don't bother".
"Then why are you staring?"

I stay quiet.
"Anyway Hajiya says she's sending over a maid so I told her to come by later in the evening when I get back. I've already ordered lunch and it'll arrive by 1pm".

I nod.
She was packing lunch for two.
"The other one is for?"

"Ya Dahir, he said he didn't have time to eat".

"I'm leaving" she takes both containers, her bag and walks out.

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After eating lunch I just stare out the window. I'm just a few feet away from Mallika, can't I just see her?

Even once?
I put on my flip flops and walk out.

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I just came back from Isha prayer. I lean on the gate watching as cars passed by. I've already gotten used to the fact that by this time Fayza is working on something probably lying down in the living room or her bedroom, sometimes it follows her to the kitchen when she's cooking.

A car passes by and then comes back parking right in front of our gate.

"Dahiru?" I call out when he whines down the glass.

He turns off the car, walks over and leans beside me.
"I thought you are still angry?"

"Well it doesn't seem like you're treating my sister badly so I have no reason to get angry at you".

I smile "So all this was about Fayza?"
"What else? It's not like it's your fault I married Mallika. She's probably at home watching or maybe her friends are there again".

I smile "Why don't you like her?"
"She's not an easy person to like".

"Yes but you disliked her from the moment you met her, why?"
"You and I met her the same day, I disliked her and you liked her. I think maybe it's because we have different taste" he jokes.

"And that's it? Just that? You meet women everyday, some worst than the other so why did it have to be her?" I ask again.

He chuckles "Sometimes you feel things for no reason, whether it's love or hatred it cannot be controlled".
"Right" I nod.

"So? What are your plans for this week?"
He laughs "New episodes of attack on titan have been released so I'm hoping to enjoy tomorrow and then work on pending issues on Monday. Plus I have to stop by the company on Monday, my father in law needs help with something" he says boredly.

He stands straight yawning "I need to get back home, I'm hopelessly sleepy".

"I can tell".
He huffs sadly "At least you are enjoying Fayza's amazing cooking, I'm jealous" he says getting in his car.

"Please don't give her a tough time, she doesn't deserve it" I plead.

"Don't worry".
I look at him unsure.

"Stop prying and go in" he jokes and drives off. Each day I wish I could be Dahir but it wasn't intended.

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I look around and shut the door that led to the staircase upstairs. I sit in the living room. I know Fayza never wakes up because she's always so exhausted but I can't let my guard down, getting caught is worse than death.

I dial Mallika's number.
She doesn't pick up so I call a second time and she does, whispering.

Why are you calling so late in the night?

I missed your voice and after this afternoon I can't get you out of my head.

I know, believe me I do but if Dahir in anyway sniffs anything about this relationship I'm ruined, I hope you've not forgotten your friend so quickly.

How can I? If it wasn't for how serious he takes his religious beliefs I'm sure he wouldn't mind you and I dating.

You're hurting my feelings.

Why?

Because you're reminding me of how much he despises me and that's not fun to hear.

Fine, I'm sorry.

I have to go, the guy is like a hawk. A single sound and he wakes up.

Wait! Are you two sleeping in the same room?

Are you jealous?

That solely depends on your response.

Ooh I LOVE it when you get jealous but you should know better, I think he'd rather be tortured.

Probably. Goodnight then.

I love you.

I love you too.
She ends the call.

I feel like a traitor but it's not like he likes her anyway so I don't think I have anything to worry about.

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