𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

5

Airah POV:

I can't think. I can't process what he is saying. The only thing I can do is cry so hard when the pain hits. I cry harder against his chest. I can feel his muscles as I place a hand on his shoulder and hold my stomach from the other. It hurts. Everything hurts. The feelings I had for Aasim, the cramps.

"Airah. Airah are you okay?" He shouts as he holds me. He doesn't look calm at all. The words don't come out of my mouth. He sits on the ground making me sit on his lap. Hugging me tightly. I don't want to but it kinda feels safe with him. And I hate that feeling. "Why?" I whisper. "Forget him Airah. Focus on yourself right now." The pain is now slowly fading away but my back starts hurting so much. My tears slow down until I'm sniffing.

"Ahmed can you bring me a hot pack." I say tilting my head up to look at him. His eyes. Those grey eyes. "Should I ask Iqra-"

"Dusro ko kahe bina tum ne kabhi khud se kuch kaam kiya hai? Jab dekho tab order dete rehte sab ko." (Have you ever done anything yourself without telling others to do it? You're always giving orders to everyone.)

"Acha acha la raha hu sabr." (Alright, alright, I'm bringing it. Have some patience) He says. I get off him and he stands up and gets out of the door, leaving me alone. I lay on the bed with my hand on my stomach. Today is the worst day of my life. It hurts to even think about aasim. How could he do that? He shouldn't had came to my house with the proposal if he wanted to run away with a girl like that. But he didn't had any girlfriend. In the college also he used to be alone all the time. No one liked him, but I did. I loved him and this is what I get as a result? What mother said was true "Never fall in the disease called love because in the end it kills you from inside." Yes mum it killed me.

Tears start falling again and to stop myself from crying I close my eyes. And then after a while darknes fell upon me.

Arsalan POV:

She's already asleep when I enter the room with the hot pack. Guess I have to deal with her mood swings a lot now. I slowly close the door and sit on the bed. Where should I put the hot pack now? Her hand is on the lower abdomen. I slowly hold up her hand as I put the hot pack over her lower abdomen. I look at her face. Dried tears. He doesn't deserve this. But something doesn't seems right. I'm sure that Aasim running away from home is an excuse. But the excuse is for what?

I turn around to switch off the light on my nightstand when I see the flowers. I forgot to gave her. They will be all dried up till tomorrow morning. No worries I'll ask Tariq to bring me- forget it I'll do it myself. The clock shows 2:50 am. I sigh and close my eyes. I have always felt uncomfortable to have someone on my bed and now it's not bothering me at all. Why? Am I seeing Airah in a different way now? No, I'm not. She's still the idiot, psycho cousin. Maybe I shouldn't call her cousin now she's my wife now. But yet somehow it did something to me when I saw her tears. What the hell is wrong with you Arsalan Ahmed. I mumble to myself. There's no freaking way that I will ever have any feelings for Airah. Never ever.

Yes it's still unbelievable that Airah is my wife now. Is this a dream? Never in my life had I thought that my wife would be Airah. But I dont have to worry about anything it's not like I'm going to live the rest of my life with her. And I'm not going to divorce right tomorrow either. I'm going to keep her for a while.