𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

16

Airah POV:

   I can feel dried tears on my face. Why was I crying? I don't know. Maybe because of a dream? But I don't remember it. The warm, pleasant sunlight falling on my face woke me up. I can hear Arsalan, he's in the dressing room, humming a weird tune. He's been doing that for the past 20 minutes. I've noticed something weird that Arsalan puts his best effort and time in his clothing. His closet somewhat gives the "old money vibe" and I actually like it sometimes. Well today I'll be shifting my clothes in his dressing room. Just thinking about it makes me feel tired. I snap my eyes shut as soon as Arsalan enters the room. "Begum uth jao. Subha ho chuki hai." This is the third time he said this. And why the hell is he calling me begum? He's now choosing his cologne. I wonder how much he spends on these things. I hate to admit but he looks good wearing a black waistcoat which has a white shirt underneath. His coat neatly kept on the chair. He suddenly turns around looks at me and then goes into the bathroom. The sunrays are so good. I feel like lying in the bed for the rest of my life- he just comes and pours cold water on my face. "Tsk tsk....look at you. A newlywed bride, not ready to get up on her first day after getting married." He says after pouring a whole dam of water on me.

   "Ahmed pagal ho kya!" I scream as I stand up rubbing my eyes. He just ignores me and walks back to his useless dressing room. I go behind him and shout again "What was that Arsalan!" He looks at me with bored eyes and then turns his attention back to his watch. "Nothing I was just waking you up." He says. "How the hell is that a way to wake a person up?!"

   "You weren't sleeping."

   "So what? Everyone gets that feeling of not getting out of bed in the morning." I say.

   "But I don't."

    "It's because you are psycho." I say and  aggressively walk out of the room and into the bathroom. Well I accept that I was awake and didn't want to get out of bed but is that a way of waking a person up in the morning. My whole mood is ruined. All because of this idiot.

   I get out of the bathroom to find him sitting on the edge of the bed. Busy talking on the phone. He looks at me and I angrily look away. I get out of the room and walk downstairs to get my clothes. Everyone seems to be in their room except for Tariq who is lying on the sofa eating an apple. "So this is what the first day of being a wife looks like." He looks at me and says. I take a deep breath telling myself not to hit him as I walk into my room and start picking up several clothes, just for now. When I return back Arsalan is still sitting on the edge of the bed but he's not talking on the phone. He looks at me and then the clothes in my hand. "Come sit here. I have something important to talk about." He says. I slowly walk and sit besides him. He takes a deep breath and says, "I had a call from the hospital in which I work in U.S. and they informed me that one of my important patient is in a critical state, his mental health is getting worse. Before coming here I had entrusted him to one of my juniors. But things seems to be getting out of hand. And going there is just as important as staying here. After our nikah I was already thinking of resigning my job in U.S. and shifting here, permanently. And I thought that after 1 month or two I'll go there and take care of all the things including the resignation." He looks kinda stressed. "Have you asked your dad about it?" I ask and he shakes his head. "I don't need to. He'll agree if he hears me saying that I'll be shifting here. But going there, right now in this situation seems kinda inappropriate to me." "What situation?" I ask. "I-I just got married two days ago and leaving my wife and going back to U.S. isn't that inappropriate? And going there means that I'll be there for 5-6 months maximally." He says.

   "Well yeah other people will say that it is inappropriate but you can't just let your patient's mental health get more worse. You said that, that guy is an important patient, so leave a good impact, a good impression on them of you, before shifting here. And good impression means that you should go back." I say and he looks at me. He shifts closer to me so much that I can tell just by looking in his eyes that he is completely disturbed about this thing. "Are you allowing me?" He asks in a low voice. "Does my opinion matter?" I ask. "Yes. It completely depends on it." He says. "Damn I feel so prioritized." I say laughing. "I'm serious Airah." Its true, he looks very serious. "Alright alright. As I said earlier that the patient is important and you should leave a good impression on them. It means that yeah you should probably go. I'm allowing you." "Are you sure?" He asks. "Yes I am" I reply. He sighs and looks in my eyes. "Do you want to  come with me?" What? Go with him?? To U.S.? "Uhmm.....what does that mean?" I swear that this is the dumbest question have asked. "You know we can go together and while I will be at work over there you can stay at home or we'll visit places." Sounds good.

   "Wait a second.....I'll ask abba." I get up and run out of the door before he can say something. I run downstairs. Tariq is still lying on the sofa with his phone. "Kya hua bhabi? Sambhal ke jaye gir jao gi warna." He says smiling. "Tumhare paas kuch kaam dhanda nahi hai kya." I say. "Nahi hai. Kyu ki mein padayishi ameer hu." He laughs and says. I throw the slipper I was wearing and walk to abba's room. I knock and come inside to find abba sitting on the bed and ammi hanging the clothes. "Aao beta." He smiles and says. I smile back and sit on the bed. "Abba.....wo mujhe kuch puchna tha." "Kya beta?" He replies softly. "Wo.....Arsalan U.S. ja raha hai to......usne mujhse saath chalne ka pucha hai.....mein jao uske saath?" Both of them look at me and laughs. "Beta tum ab wo teenager nahi ho jisko baher jane ke liye permission chahiye hoti hai apne parents se. Ab tum shadi shuda ho aur ab tumhe hum se kisi bhi cheez ke liye permission nahi maangni hai. Agar mangni hai to wo apne shohar se." Abba says. "Matlab mein ja sakti hu?" I ask. "Arsalan agar tumhe leke jana chahta hai to tum jao." Ammi laughs and says. "Thike." I say as I smile and run out of the room. "Arey bhabi apni chappal to le jaye." He says as soon as he sees me coming. I take the slipper and run upstairs. Arsalan is still sitting in that position, doing something on his phone.

   "Mujhe bhi chalna hai." I say sitting beside him.

    "Okay." He says and shifts closer to me. He looks directly in my eyes. Grey eyes. They're so attractive. None of us have grey eyes, but Arsalan does.He got it from our grandfather.

   "Ek hi shart pe leke jau ga tumhe."

    "Kya?" I ask excitedly. He doesn't say anything. He just looks in my eyes. Slowly his eyes drift to other parts of my face. My nose, lips and then my jawline. He slowly touches my jawline with his finger and then he looks in my eyes again.

   "Bas ek cup chai pila do." He smiles and says. I push him back with full force and he laughs. "La rahi hu." I say and run out of the room. I don't understand why I pushed him? I go to the kitchen and take deep breaths. Why the hell is my heart beating so fast? I ignore it and start making tea. Tariq comes into the kitchen and again starts with his nonsense.  "Oho ghar ke naye damad ke liye chai ban rahi hai." I completely ignore him as I stand there and wait for the tea to boil. "Meko ek cup mile gi?" He says, acting all innocent. "Nahi." I reply. "De de please bhabi." "Bache gi to de du gi. Aur ab mujhe bhabhi kehna band karo." "Okay bhabi." He says and runs out before I can throw something on him.

   I give tariq some leftover tea and he again says "thank you bhabi" but I couldn't hit him because I had tea in my hand. I return to the room. I go straight to the dressing room. Arsalam is standing in front of a cupboard which has his shoes. Looking at his back, he looks so tall. His shoulders are broad but not that broad that it makes him look like the alphabet 'T'. For a while I just stand there and look at his back. He must have noticed it cuz he turns around and looks at me with questioning eyebrows. I shake my head and walk closer to him with the tray. He takes a sip and looks at me. "Chalo atleast ek kaam to tumko ache se karne aata hai." He says and picks a pair of black leather formal lace up shoes. They look expensive. "How much did this cost?" I ask pointing at the shoes. "I don't remember but I assume that they were around 12k." 12 thousand?? Well Mr. Arsalan you earn a lot doesn't mean that you should buy this much expensive things. The voice inside my head says. "Tum kahi ja rahe ho?" "Ha wo mujhe zara kaam tha. Don't worry raat jaldi aa jau ga."
  
   "Tumto aise keh rahe ho jaise mein tumhara wait karne wali hu." "Karna to padega ek lota shohar hu tumhara." He says with a smirk and walks out of the  dressing room. I follow him and he looks at me as he picks his coat up from the chair. "Khuda hafiz." He says with a smile and leaves.

(I apologize in advance if my upcoming chapters are short because I will be kinda busy. I'll try my best to make them look longer, but if they seem short to you then I apologize. And I hope that you are enjoying reading the story up till now. Don't forget to vote and leave a comment. Thank you!)