His Unwanted Bride. {Wattpad Version}

Chapter Thirty-Two

Dreams Or Memories.

Dreams are memories that are forgotten by the mind. The heart will always remind the mind of the memories that were lost.

Hayat's Pov.

Going back to his house wasn't something to be done in haste but if I needed to get my memories back, it was the only way that I would get them back.

We arrived at his house, he then parked the car and we got out and walked towards the front door when the guard stopped us.

"Asalam Aleikum, Mrs. Hayat. How are you doing? We missed you here at the house. Are you now feeling alright?", he asked me and then turned to Aayan and then greeted him.

"Waleikum salaam. Am good Alhamdullilah. I am getting better, thank you", I answered him. But the sad part is that I don't remember him.

"I will leave you now. Take care. Sir, Ma'am".

He then walked away from us to go back to his post at the gate of the house.

"He doesn't know that you don't remember anything. I am sorry if he is overwhelming you in any way", Aayan apologizes to me.

I shook my head and smiled at him.

"It is okay and it isn't your fault whatever happened to me. The accident was just an accident nothing more," I tell him as we walk to the front door.

I waited for him to open the door for us to go in. He opened the door and asked me to follow him to our room.

We walked into the room where we were supposed to be sleeping together in a bed. But how can I do that when I don't even remember doing that?

"I will sleep on the couch", I tell him without thinking. What I said gave me a flashback to the day we got married when we were in the same room and it was when I suggested that I should take the couch but he declined.

"We can share the bed, Hayat. I will be on my side and you will be on yours", he tells me.

I couldn't help but start to giggle. He looked at me with a confused look on his face.

"I am not laughing at you. I remember the first time I said that I will sleep on the couch and then you said we can share the bed. Then I made a pillow wall which didn't last long and we ended up being tangled with each other", I explained to him.

Aayan's Pov.

Alhamdullilah.

She is starting to remember. This is great news for us. But will she ever forgive me for the way I treated her on the day of the accident?

"What else do you remember?", I ask her while taking a seat beside her on the couch.

"I remember that night when we ended up being tangled together, you didn't want to let me go until I woke you up. We then prayed Fajr prayer together and that's it", she tells me. "Will I ever remember everything?", she asks me with a sad expression on her face.

"In shaa Allah you will remember everything single moment you have forgotten. Just have a little patient and Allah will guide you back to your memories", I tell her as the Adhan is heard in a nearby Masjid.

She smiled knowing that it would happen one day In shaa Allah. Her memories will return.

But the main question is will she forgive me for the words I said to her?