Slowly Becoming Mine

Slowly Becoming Mine (1)

Waliyah's P. O. V

"Dua!" I exclaimed as she ran around the room giggling, "Come here." I said tired of chasing her around. "It's your Amma and Baba party don't you want to look pretty?" I tried to convince her to calm down.

She smiled shaking her head, for a three-year-old, she had a lot of energy and understanding as well. "Dua," I said firmly finally managing to grab her arm I pulled her towards me. "Amma naraz ho jaagi."(Your mom will get mad.)

"Khalchi" she whined,

A soft chuckle left my mouth hearing the mashed-up name Api and I had taught her. Since I was her Khala and Chachi we put the two together and came up with Khalchi and for Samar, it was Khalchu for Khalu and Chachu. "Stop whining," I say kissing her cheek as I finish sipping up her dress. "Look how pretty you look!"

She brushed her hair out of her face and smiled revealing her small baby teeth. "Yay!" She said excitedly, "Can I show Dadi?" Nodding I put her down to run out of the room.

Breathing out heavily I walk into my closet to choose an outfit, it's Api and Bhai's fourth anniversary today. I cannot believe four years passed by so fast, for them and for Samar and me.

Well, there is no Samar and I other than family functions. Otherwise, we live completely different lives, he does his thing and I do my thing. It hurt for the first month after Amal passed away, but now I am so used to his cold behavior towards me that I find no resentment towards him. I couldn't...not when I had as much love in my heart then I did when we first met.

I wish Amma hadnt told Amma about my feelings before I was comfortable too, I wish Samar hadnt learned about my diary and feelings through Maryam Api, but these are just wishes but the reality was what she had done.  I expected nothing else from her, but what I did not expect was the sure anger that it embedded in Samar. Anger that was not justified in any way because I did not do anything to put my feelings in action, I handed  Amal over, and left quietly, so his anger really was not justified, but I have definitely felt it over the past four years.

He never acknowledged me until he desperately needed to, his gaze had never changed from a harsh look, the friend that. I had, completely disappeared with the reveal of my feelings, and the loss of Amal.  We stayed in one room but lived completely different lives. Samar had a joint bedroom with the guest room, so we entered the same room, but my belongings and my place were in the small designated guest room he had ordered me to stay. in. Mahira Ammi. and Adeel Baba knew this, but there was very. little to be done, when he was the one that did not want to change.

"Wafa!" Mahira Ammi called my name walking into my room, "Why are you not ready yet the guests are about to come!"

"I just got Dua ready for Api," I answered her, "I wanted her to take time for herself since it is her special day." We never celebrated Samar and I's anniversary, why would they when he himself refused to even acknowledge that he was married to me.

Ammi gently smiled at me, "Jaldi aao, tumhari Amma tumhara baara mein puch rahi thi." (Hurry, your Mom was asking about you)

Offering her a small smile I nodd, "Aap jaaiye,"  (You go first)

I had many opportunities to leave, but for the sake of Amma and Baba, I didn't return back. Amma has always. asked me not to worry. about anything and come home, but the world still. doesnt let a. divorce women. live in peace, or her family. I could not let the years of work Baba did to earn his respect, diminish for the sake of my happiness. . no matter what.