Mending You And I

Chapter Two

Third Person's POV:

To Maryam, the grand mansion was not a very surprising sight. Her foster parents were well-off too and she wasn't much interested in the splendor and luxuries of money. However, it did make her feel a little giddy.

The interior was even more beautiful than the exterior. Maryam looked around the house as Amna led her to Abdullah's room which was now hers. "I hope you like the decorations. I've been working on them for the past week." Her mother-in-law asked her sweetly when they entered the room.

Maryam smiled approvingly with a nod upon looking at the bed filled with roses and all the ceilings covered with LED lights. The furniture looked completely new and the king-sized bed was prepared as if it were waiting for just her.

"It's wonderful. Thank you," she replied. Amna took her hands in hers and came a little closer which told Maryam that she was probably going to say something important. "From today onward, this house is in your care. You know that I'll be leaving the day after tomorrow for Turkey and it makes me feel very guilty to leave you here all on your own but I can't help it." she squeezed her hands once.

"I hope you'll take care of Abdullah with patience and perseverance." She smiled a bit sadly as she continued; "He's a nice guy but he's not very used to sudden changes. I know he'll try his best but if he ever hurts you, please forgive him for my sake. I know it's even more selfish for me to ask you to ignore his mistakes but I'm helpless being his mother."

Maryam didn't let the light-haired woman continue. She put an assuring hand on her shoulder and gave her a bright smile.

"Don't worry, mom. I'll try my best to never let you down." it was as if those words were enough for Amna, who had a gut feeling that Abdullah wasn't one to step down so easily, especially since he was blackmailed into accepting the marriage proposal.

But Maryam didn't need to know that. She was pretty, young, sensible and most of all, a pious girl. Anyone could fall in love with her. Marriage was a bond that found a way to love no matter what and many people had arranged marriages that turned out to be best for them.

That was how Amna assured herself that everything would be alright. Besides, her long prayers and dua's had yet to bear fruit and she was sure Allah would never leave her empty-handed.

"Am I supposed to change... Or what?" Maryam's voice made Amna snap out of her thoughts and she gave the nervous girl a little laugh. "Oh no, not yet. Wait for Abdullah here. He still hasn't seen you properly yet." she gave her a wink which made Maryam feel nothing mainly because Abdullah wasn't nothing but a stranger for her, but for good manners' sake, she averted her gaze to the ground shyly.

After adjusting her on the bed, Amna left the room with a wave and high hopes.

Maryam looked around the room, trying to figure out what Abdullah's taste was but the decorations hid everything that had been personally designed by him. She didn't know how to feel about her husband because she didn't know what he was like. She had good expectations from him but the thought of being alone in a room with him scared her.

She recalled what happened when he sat next to her in the marriage hall. She had never felt so scared of being near to a man before. Her thoughts were disrupted by the sound of the door opening. As soon as the person set foot inside, it was like Maryam could smell out the familiar scent of cologne from afar.

She froze in her place and tried to look at nowhere but her henna-filled hands and painted nails. Cold sweat collected on her palms as the heavy footsteps neared her. She tried to inhale but forgot how to.

The movement of the bed caused by his weight when he sat on it, made her want to crawl under the bed and hide herself from him. Fine, he was handsome and overall looked like a person with an amazing personality but, he was still a man! One that she didn't have to cover herself from.