Part 5

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Nina nimbly braided her hair while simultaneously sliding her feet into a pair of flats. She was going home for the day to meet her mother and a few of her cousins who had come to visit her. It'd been a long time since she'd gone back and seen her cousins and she couldn't help but let excitement buzz in her veins. She felt good knowing that for a few days she'd be free of heated glances and seductive touches. Nina could breathe easily without her husband's overbearing need to make sure she wasn't wallowing in self pity.

Nina snorted. It was as if her prayers had backfired. Once upon a time, she'd have given both her kidneys to have Omair Rehan love her the way he did now. To have him eye her dangerously and make sure she finished eating her meals. To run his fingers up and down her back and soothe her to sleep. To look at her with that adoring smile.

Nina hated it. She wanted him to leave. She wanted him to leave her and her bruised ego alone. Because every time he made her think he loved her the way she loved him, she was reminded of something so cruel that it made her heart sink immediately.

The girl he had come to love in the past year was everything Nina Tahir was not. It was a refined wife of a lawyer. Rubina. Someone who rarely laughed, spoke in a tone so soft that you'd have to lean over to her her. Someone who never strayed from delicate pastels and only the best of designers because her husband simply hated local vendors. Someone who had forgot who she was and would never be that girl again.

Nina picked up her hand bag. Her carry-on was in her car. She'd drive herself to her mother's home and see if she could feel a semblance of herself with the people she'd grown up with.

Tiredly, she picked up her cell phone, pressing Omair's name. It run thrice before he picked up.

"Asalam o Alaikum." She spoke, playing with her wedding ring and aching to just take it off.

"Wa Alaikum Asalam. What's up, Angel? You need something?"

His soft words nauseated her. "No. I'm going home. Just thought to let you know."

"Home? Were you out?" He sounded worried.

"No. I'm going to my mom's house. She called me yesterday. It's for two weeks."

Omair was silent for a few minutes. "Nina, you didn't tell me."

She sucked in a deep breath. "I only just found out."

"I don't have off, so I can't go." He continued morosely. "Can we reschedule, baby?"

She wanted to groan at the words of endearment. "It's an invitation for me, Omair. My mom wants to see me. You'll just stay here."

"Without you?" The words rushed past his lips so fast that they almost gave her whiplash. So innocent, as if he couldn't fathom a day or night without her

A bitter smile made its way across her lips. "You're quite keen on being without me, Omair. I'm sure you'll have no trouble."

She hung up on him, tucking her phone into her purse and walking down to her car. She was going to try her best to feel something in herself. And if she could find it in her to live with him after, then everything would be good again.

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Omair ran his hand over Nina's empty side, his body aching for hers. For her scent, for her warmth. For the reassurance that she was always going to be with him.

He sighed, massaging his temples. He hated spending night after night away from her. But the two weeks were not up yet. And he knew their relationship was too fragile to force her home when she clearly wanted space.

And she had been adamant about going alone.

He closed his eyes and tried to trick his mind into remembering the feel of her against him, the dazed look she gave him when she'd forget underneath his wandering hands.

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