Alma's POV.
I woke up to the call of my name to see a worried look on Farha's face.
"I've been calling you repeatedly now , how do you sleep this much?" She questioned
"Ohh really! I didn't even realize" I got up lazily from the bed.
"It's time for dinner now join us at the table" she cooed as she turned her back to leave while I hummed.
I walked lazily through the bathroom door and made to offer my Salah, I had slept so much trying to run away from my worries that I hadn't even said my Asr salah.
By the time I was done praying Asr, it was time for Maghrib too so I did that at once and carried my legs ahead for dinner.
"Salamualaykum" I greeted everyone already seated at the table with a smile and as usual avoided his face.
"Alma an-ty, your eyes looks pwuffy... you cried? Leena raised her brows at me and I lifted mine to her.
"No dear, just a bit tired" I muttered and met his gaze next while my heart started the familiar series of rhythm in its ribcage.
"Oww sovwy" her soft voice pierced my ears and I nodded at her.
"Thank you sweetie. Now eat your food" I ruffled her hair, she was seated beside me, and gestured to her plate.
I averted my gaze from him and as I looked up again, his eyes were still fixed on me and if not for the tired look and traces of sleep still welled up in my eyes, I would have clearly seen the look of worry couple with guilt that rested on his face.
Natasha helped me with the dish and with uneasiness, I rushed through my food and in no time, I was out of the dinning room, to the living room and up the stairs at once.
"Alma" His voice came up through the hallway and I could vividly recognise that he was the one after all,
Who could call my name so much softness and tenderness and in that mannerism.
"Alma wait!" He was louder this time as soon I hurried on my tracks and it sounded more of a command at which I had no choice but to stop.
"What is all these Alma?" his first question straight up, he was definitely upset with the behaviour I had put up lately
"Because I mentioned my feelings towards you, all you could do was avoid me?" Another question
"Save me of humiliation Alma, Am I not worth loving you?" And yet another question with yet another silence from me
"Is all you can do ignore me like this?" My back turned at him
"Alma speak up?" I was speechless
"Seriously Alma, this thing isn't as difficult as you're making it look. You left me on the knife edge like this... I... I don't even know what you think about me... I don't know if I'm the only one in this... Your silence is killing me... I can't seem to figure out anything... Its been four days now, will it keep going on like this?!" He rasped and if my auditory organ was working perfectly I could tell he was almost sobbing.
"Alma if this keeps going on then I might just die!" He finally yelled and broke down and at that statement, I was unaware... or so I thought... of the energy in me that made me turn swiftly and screamed "NO!"
"Don't ever say that you're going to die to my hearing ever again" I mouthed firmly and let out a deep breath I didn't even realize I've been holding.
Yeah this thing wasn't as difficult as I was making it look, but it's a life time decision, I had to be skeptical about it.
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HER HUSBAND [A STRANGER IN HER HEART]
RomantizmLove story of a young couple Aadil Imran and Farha Sagar. He is Pakistani and she is an Indian Muslim. But she doesn't like Pakistanis. Their marriage was an arranged one and she vowed to make it a living hell for her husband on the stand that he h...