Turmoils- A Muslim Love Story

Chapter 35

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"Ow! Slow down please. It stings," I muttered as Farhan applied antiseptic to the scratch on my face using a cotton swab.

He immediately looked apologetic, "I'm so sorry. Just a bit more."

I sighed and looked away. Zara had gone straight ahead and literally tried to claw my eyes out. And she had also threatened to kill me.

Great.

Just what I needed.

He carefully treated the wound and put on a band-aid on my face. "This doesn't look good. Do you think this will stay on your face? Oh Allah! What if it leaves a scar? Your pretty face! I really hope it doesn't but it looks a bit deep but-"

"Farhan, Farhan!" I said, grabbing his hands and pulling them off my face. They'd been twisting and turning my cheeks so he could get a better look at the scratch.

"It's okay. It doesn't hurt that much. I was just whining," I laughed. My husband's very worried face as he ranted on like a teenager was my only sort of comfort right now.

He looked down, his eyes full shame. "I'm so sorry this happened. I never expected this to happen. I'm beginning to regret the day I got involved with her. Honestly."

I smiled sadly, remembering the entire Zain situation. "Doesn't matter. We know what we both want, right? We'll get over it. I promise."

He looked at the bandage under my eye and pulled me into a hug. I rested my chin on his shoulder and closed my eyes.

This was real. We were real. And that's all that mattered to me.

But these Zara and Zain stories needed to end. Not only were they jeopardising our peace but they were also threatening our lives. Zara's crazy obsession with my husband could ultimately prove very fatal to me. And Zain's stupid rant could put Humeyra and her baby in danger.

With all my courage, I decided to meet Mr. Aswad.

The next morning, Farhan was reluctant to leave but I insisted he go to work. I was planning to go to Zara's house without him knowing because if he did know, he wouldn't let me. I'd gotten Zara's phone number and her father's phone number from Farhan's mobile so I could call beforehand.

As the bell rang, my heart clenched.

He picked up on the fourth ring.

"Hello?" His deep voice spoke through the phone.

It took me a moment to relax and get a grip on my nerves before I spoke.

"It's Mrs. Farhan," I mumbled, my voice steadier than expected.

His end of the phone fell silent for a few seconds before he breathed a response I wasn't expecting.

"How are you, beti(daughter)?"

My insides crawled as I heard him say that. The words I'd been dying to hear from his lips when I was younger. I took another deep breath.

"Fine. I want to meet you. I'll come to your house around-"

"Don't," he cut in. "I'll meet you outside. I'll come to your area."

I didn't what to feel at that. He didn't want me to go back to that house because of his wife and daughter? Did he know Zara was thirsty for my blood?

Or was he saying this because he knew doing so would hurt me again? Seeing how upset I'd been last time?

"Alright," I answered.