Mine ' Forever ..

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Fatima POV:

Next morning...

I groaned as I slowly opened my eyes feeling so disoriented I rubbed my face to wake myself fully and looked around and realized I'm not in my room and all those things happened yesterday flowed in my Brain like a wave. I sighed at my miserable fate. I looked at my hand the branula thingy was gone now but it aches where it was attached.

after mourning over all of that, I checked the time from the clock on the wall and well I slept in today.Im alone the room I think cause he is nowhere to be seen thankfully.

As I pushed the duvet back to get up from bed the door opened and Amma came in and she came directly up to me and engulfed me in her warm embrace and kissed my forehead lovingly.

She is really a blessing Allah blessed upon me instead of those pathetic excuse of parents but something is wrong I can feel it she looks like he had been crying. Her eyes are puffy and red.

"How is my baccha doing now hmm ? You really scared me yesterday. You should've told me that you weren't feeling well " She asked me with concern evident on her face. I looked up at her with glimmering eyes. At least my Amma is with me in this tough time.

"I feeling fine Amma. I don't feel dizzy anymore! " I said softly. She kissed my forehead again.

"Amma ? "

"Yes Mera baccha "? She asked me.

"What's wrong?" I asked her.

"Nothing is wrong! " She replied not really looking at me but I saw the tears brimmed in her eyes.

"Then why were you crying. "? I asked her sensing her lie obviously.

"Now why would I cry"? Hmm nothing is wrong you my baccha focus on yourself" she patted my head like always.

"But - " she didn't let me continue my interrogation and changed the subject.

" eat something you've not eaten since yesterday." She asked me sweetly.

"Only If you're to feed me! " I said childishly. She laughed as soon as she heard me.

"Yes baccha I'll feed you with my own hands" she said with her usual mother like tone walking away from me towards the side table  picking up the whole dish which my dumbself didn't noticed before.

My Amma is the only cause I'm alive here today. I would have killed myself long time ago. I've seen my parents loving my elder siblings with passion. They just spent their whole life hating me, punishing me for even a slight mistake, not receiving any comfort from my mother but seeing my Api and cousins getting so much love from their parents hurted me a lot which resulted in to which who I'm today,with reserved nature, Lossing every ounce of confidence I had in me that I can't step up for even myself.

I can't forget those sleepless nights Wondering what I did wrong.

my grandfather loved me a lot.He would play with me, read me stories.He died when I was 12 years old leaving another scar on my heart.my grandmother did loved me a little But that not enough like my grandfather. He was something else. When I first saw Amma which was after his death,  I instantly got the motherly vibes from her.and I love her since then.

I was lost in past memories again, anyways..

Amma  fed me from her hand then she told me to get ready and that everyone was waiting for me downstairs.
I took a shower . I was surprised when I found some of my clothes in his wardrobe but Amma had already selected my dress which was in my  favorite color dark blue.it was a little fancy dress when I asked why she picked a fancy dress she reminded me that I'm married  now I've to wear a little fancy dresses,  I changed my clothes. I was standing in front of the vanity and Amma was setting dupatta on my shoulder when the door opened and he stepped in. I held Amma's hand tightly. I watched his eyes which  followed my every movement.