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Mannat p.o.v
I was in my train of thought when suddenly the car stopped . " We reached?" I asked Zunaid who sat beside me but it fell deaf on his ear as he continued to scroll through his phone .
" Sir we reached " the driver spoke and I almost refrain myself from rolling my eyes as Zunaid looked up, giving him attention .
As a rude man . I thought .
After he just made his decision to move to London in such a short time . I couldn't help but wonder why he was in so much of a hurry to come here . Now I am starting to realise why . At our home he was always nagged by my aunt turned mother in law that he doesn't give me any time . So here he is avoiding me like a plague .
Not that I care ..
We stepped out of the car, . My heart raced with nervousness , as the imposing gate of the mansion swung open before us.
From now on I am going to stay alone with him .
Damn it's not helping the situation… I mentally cried , stomped my feet like a child then rolled on the floor.
Noted inside my mind ….sigh .
I frowned when a woman in her mid 40s came rushing and took Zubi away from my arm.
I guess she is her nanny but why did Zunaid hire a nanny for her ?
The sight that lay beyond those grand entrance doors was nothing short of breathtaking. As we made our way up the cobblestone pathway that led to the front entrance, we couldn't help but marvel at the sheer magnificence of the mansion and its surrounding garden.
The mansion, standing tall and proud, was an architectural masterpiece that exuded an aura of elegance and opulence. Its impressive façade was adorned with intricate carvings and adorned with cascading ivy, giving it a touch of timelessness. The double-door entrance boasted exquisite craftsmanship, with polished wood and stained-glass panels that allowed soft hues of light to filter through, casting a warm glow upon our faces.
The garden, sprawling and meticulously manicured, was a sight to behold. Bursting with a vibrant display of flowers in full bloom, it was a kaleidoscope of colours. Roses of every shade imaginable adorned trellises and delicate pathways wound between perfectly trimmed hedges. A charming fountain, positioned at the centre of a glistening pond, offered a refreshing melodic symphony as water cascaded gracefully. Majestic statues and marble benches dotted the landscape, inviting us to sit and take in the beauty that surrounded us.
As we went ahead while capturing the beautiful sight I felt rubbing my arms feeling the cold wind slapping my face .
As we entered the mansion, we were greeted by a grand foyer that exuded grandeur at every turn. Its high ceilings were adorned with intricate chandeliers that bathed the room in a warm, golden light. The marble flooring gleamed under our feet, as if inviting us to explore further. The walls were adorned with priceless artwork, each piece telling a unique story. The combination of antique furniture and modern accents created a sense of timeless elegance.
I turned to my side where Zunaid presented " This house is -" my words died down in my throat as Zunaid went upstairs without uttering a single word .
I shake my head taking a deep breath . It's going to be a difficult journey .
As I stepped across the threshold, a jumble of emotions overwhelmed me. This was once my sister's house, the place where she had created countless memories, laughter echoing through these walls. But now, it stood as my new home, following the unexpected twist of fate that had brought me together with Zunaid.
I cautiously made my way through the hallway, my eyes drinking in every detail. The fragrant scent of my sister's perfume still lingered faintly, making it feel as if her presence still filled the air. It felt surreal to tread upon the same floors she had walked on, to occupy the same space she once called her own.
Yet, as I looked around, a pang of sadness tugged at my heart. Zunaid, my husband, was not yet ready to embrace me as his wife. His grief was a formidable barrier between us, seemingly insurmountable. The struggle to fill the void left by my sister's absence weighed heavily on his heart, and he had yet to come to terms with the reality of our union.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of inadequacy, as if I were merely a stand-in, a replacement for the love he had lost. The rooms whispered with memories of my sister, leaving me feeling like an intruder in my own home. Every piece of furniture, every cherished trinket, held a story that should belong solely to her. It seemed impossible to find my place amidst the remnants of her life.
Nevertheless, a flicker of hope ignited within me as I passed through the doorway of the room we now shared. Here, we would attempt to forge our own path, to build a future rooted in love and understanding. I yearned for Zunaid to accept the fact that life had thrown us together, that my affection for him was genuine and my intentions pure.
As I stood there, gazing out of the window, I marvelled at the beautiful garden my sister had nurtured. Blossoming flowers danced in the gentle breeze, a testament to her love and care. It struck me then that, like the garden, our relationship needed time and nurture to grow, to bloom with the brightness of a new beginning.
I would wait patiently for Zunaid to soften his stance, to open his heart to the possibility of happiness again. In this house, once my sister's sanctuary, I would strive to transform it into the sanctuary of our love. I would respect and honour my sister's memory, weaving her spirit into our journey, while forging new memories with Zunaid.
" Ma'am here " a woman in her 50s led me to our room.
" Don't worry I will be okay from here " I entered our room and smiled at her politely .
" My name is Asifa , I am a caretaker and cook here. If you need anything just tell me, " she informed me.
" Thank you " I appreciate it politely .
As she left I took a deep breath and was about to put my bags on the bed when Zunaid barged in from the closet .
" What the hell are you doing here ?" He narrowed down his eyes like he just caught me stealing .
Suddenly my body got alert as for the first time his attention was on me .
" I- our this is our '' I shutter not able to complete the sentence but before I could proceed to anything he grabbed my wrist dragging me towards the door and threw me out of the room harshly . I was shocked .
He pointed his finger at my way " This is my and Samiya room " he gritted out angrily '' don't you dare to step your foot on this room "
" UNDERSTAND !" he shouted and slammed the door shut on my face making me flinch .
I clasp my mouth with both hands trying to control the sob , I squeezed my eyes shut letting the tears fall .
" Why does his words hurt so much? " I whispered, crying .
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