Mr Rishaad said nothing as I feared.
Rather he added up another headache to my existing long list of those.
He'd booked tickets for our honeymoon which would last for a month.
To top it, he organised our reception the next day.
I was beyond shocked.
Both of the news added up to my already distressed situation.
And Azlan? He seemed exasperated.
He resisted. But isn't it obvious what would've eventually happened? Mr Rishaad didn't budge on his decision.
I lost my appetite. Whereas Azlan didn't even sit to have his breakfast. I saw him trying to look at me through the corner of his eyes. He didn't make direct eye contact.
Did he despise me so much that he didn't want to look at me?
Or was it because of what I did the previous day?
I had to talk to him. Maybe, apologize?
I've been through so much drama since the day I entered this house that I don't even know what I do is right or wrong anymore.
One thing was certain. Azlan was hurt by my words. What I didn't understand was, why? It wasn't the first time I said things like that to him. Was I too harsh the last time I blasted on him?
Nobody but he could answer those questions.
As I entered our room, he was busy doing something in the closet.
I went inside.
It was then I noticed that he was dressed up in clothes different from what he wore the previous day.
Where was he all night?
He sensed my presence and was about to leave the closet when I blocked his way and stopped him in his tracks.
I didn't know what to say. I wanted to apologize but sorry just wouldn't come out of my mouth easily.
"Can you leave my way?I have some business to attend to." he said curtly.
"What sort of business have you been attending since yesterday Azlan? Where were you all night? Do you even understand how worr—"
I realised what I was about to say and stopped abruptly.
"I don't need to provide you with answers. It would be better if we keep out of each other's matters." he said calmly.
Earlier whenever he spoke with me, his tone was different. I don't know how to put it, but he seemed very distant today.
He talked to me like any stranger would out of formality.
He didn't even make eye contact with me.
Was he avoiding me?
Somehow that thought of him avoiding me like this forever, hurt me. I didn't want that. I just didn't.
And so the word 'sorry' which was such a big deal for me a while ago, just came out of my mouth like it was nothing.
"I'm sorry Azlan, for what I said. I'm sorry if I hurt you. I didn't mean to. I was in such a weird state of mind that I didn't know what to do."
I kept looking at him, while he looked everywhere but me.
By now a lump began forming in my throat.
My hands began moving on their own accord. But as soon as I realised that I was about to hold his hand, I pulled it back.
He must've noticed it since he gave a weird lopsided smile, took his clothes from the closet and went inside the washroom.
Great! On one hand , he didn't even want to talk to me while on the other my father in law booked our honeymoon tickets.
How much more pathetic could our situation be?
He spent most of the day outside, and whatever time he was forced to spend inside the room, he plainly avoided me.
Apart from the tension that existed between us, another headache was the reception scheduled for the next day.
My mother in law seemed quite worried about it.
She handed me over some jewellery and clothes and made sure to warn me along with it.
"Behave properly tomorrow. Not like how you behaved like a wild beast the other day!"
I made sure to answer her back.
"I will, only if you don't have plans to insult me tomorrow."
She glared at me, taunted me a little more and left.
My centre of attention was not her or any other household problems. I was only worried about Azlan's behaviour. He didn't seem to be himself.
And the reason for it being me was making me restless.
The whole day passed just like that.
He didn't come to the room until past midnight.
I was laying on the couch pretending to sleep when he entered the room.
I opened my eyes slightly to see what he was upto when I saw him take a blanket from the bed and walk towards me.
I closed my eyes shut.
I could sense him standing close to me for a good two minutes. And then he covered me and went to bed.
What did he actually do?!
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Hey guys!
I'm so sorry for having ditched this book for so long. I just lost my inspiration to write.
Well now that I've come up with the next chapter, I hope you shower Tawakkul with even more love than you used TO. ☺️Love,
MGA
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RomanceTawakkul is an Arabic word which means, "Perfect trust on the Almighty's plan, and reliance on Him alone." ---------------------------------------------- A story about Tawakkul Aziz, an average looking girl but an intelligent neurosurgeon, who spent...