Destined for One Another

Destined for One Another (25)

Mahinoor's P.O.V.

Cleaning up the kitchen as I finally finish making my prep meals, which I had wanted to make last night, but due to our argument last night  Rehan and I are not really on speaking terms. I had time to think about it last night, and I am not mad at him anymore, I guess I am just mad at our situation. I thought this anger would subside as soon as we landed in New York, but it seems as if everything has just become amplified. I do regret my behavior from last night with him, but I also cannot deny the fact that I was hurt by his words to an extent. 

I lean against the counter playing with the wet rag in my hand, I do not know what to do, it was even my first day at college, and he didnt even speak to me this morning, or even wish me good luck. I looked down at the ring on my hand, there were so many questioning looks at me as I walked around the campus with this on, but it did save me from all the frat boys that were lingering around Nehmat, and me. 

I heard the doorknob turn as keys jingled indicating that Rehan returned from his work. I. had prepared some tea and biscuits for him, but before I handed that to him I walked around the corner to stand infront of him with my hands behind my back. Rehan made eye contact with me, but didnt say anything. . .I bit the inside of my mouth as Rehan began walking towards me, I stood up taller in the hope he would speak to me, but he passed by me without saying a word.  

Blowing out air heavily I watch him walk into his room, slamming the door shut behind him making me flinch alittle.  Taking a step back I head back into the kitchen and warm up the chai I had made for him, place it on the table along with the biscuits we had bought yesterday, pull out my textbooks on the dinner table, and begin working on some pre-assignments that they had assigned the class today. A few minutes later Rehan walked out in his pajamas and sat down on the couch. He didnt even notice the stuff I had on the table for him. 

Biting my lip I stood up, and grabbed the cup, walking over to him I extended it towards him, Rehan looked up at me, and pushed the cup back towards me. Why was he so stubborn? I push the cup towards him again, raising my eyebrow at him, but he shakes his head pushing it back towards me alittle too hard causing some of it to splash on my hand. "Ow!" I hissed quickly placing the cup on the end table, shaking it as the burning sensation got worse. 

He stood up worried, and took my hand gently, without speaking to me once again, he took me to the kitchen sink and ran it under cold water.  "Rehan?" I said his name gently, tired of this quiet game we were playing with one another, he looked up at me, as my eyes filled with tears. My bottom lip quivered, as I spoke, "Sorry," 

Rehan reached up and wiped away my tears, before pulling me in a tight hug, which I welcomed. gratefully, "It's okay," He comforted me rubbing my back gently, as I cried harder. It had been a long time since I had cried in front of anyone, I didnt even cry at my rukhsati because I was. just so mad at everyone, all this time I had been using anger. as my. cover, to protect myself but now that anger was fading away, and my pain was coming forth. I didnt know where life was going to be taking me, and I do not know how I got to this place, but all I knew was that at times it felt like everything was out of my control, and there was nothing I could do about it, and that truly scared the living shit out of me.  

. .  . 

"Feeling better?" Rehan asked as we sat comfily outside on the patio swing, I looked over at him with a soft smile.  

"Yes, actually." I respond, "Sorry for always troubling you so much Rehan." I know that Rehan had no choice in this marriage either, but at times, I would take my anger out on him which totally was not fair.  "I feel like ever. since we have come here, we have just been fighting with each other."

Rehan brushed away some hair from my face gently, "You don't trouble me," He confirmed, "Yeah sometimes you can be a pain in the. ass, but you come around once you have calmed down and thought things through." I chuckled at his words, "But what I do want you to get better at Mahi, is expressing. what you. are feeling. You crying today, isnt an issue, I think it is great that you finally let yourself feel those emotions, but you gotta get better at communicating with me."

I exhaled shakily, I knew he was talking about yesterday, and I knew that we had to talk. about it, so I begin, "At times I do feel like the other women," I admit, looking up at him "I feel as if I am this unwanted intruder in your and Alizeh's lives." Rehan listens intently,  "There hasn't been a moment since. you have made me feel like that, but I do not know, maybe it's because of her behavior towards me, maybe. it's my own thought process but I feel so guilty about walking into your perfect. life, and ruining it by bringing this chaos that has surrounded us for so long."

I felt my chest tighten up again, "All my life I have been told to wait for you, told to push my desires, my dreams, and myself away, and only think about you I have years worth of anger. Rehan, I know I have no right to let it out on you but I do not know where to place it. it. I think today was the first time I have cried in a while, I do not even think I cried during my rukhsati."

Rehan reached over and grabbed my hand, "You can take it out on me," He said smiling soflt at me even though his eyes spoke a thousand words. I know that he had been told to do the same, but he was lucky, he got an escape and came here, away from that chaotic jail our parents had created for us. "In moderation, of course." He added cheekily winking at me. 

Rolling my eyes at him playfully I look down at our hands, "You are not as bad as I thought you. would be."

He smirked, "I know I am pretty amazing,"

I shoved him gently, taking my hand away from his, "Not bit on a serious note, please. do not think you are the other women Mahi because you are not." Now it was my turn to listen to him. "Yes I have Alizeh, but I have brought you here so you can fly and follow your dreams, and there is. no one can stop you as long as I am by your side."

"Promise?"  I ask holding my hand out, 

"Promise." He confirmed grabbing my hand, "I got your back, as long as you have mine."

"I have your back," I say smiling. 

Maybe he was right, if we were able to talk to each other easily, then all this could become easier. Rehan looked away from me, as he admired the New York Skyline we could see from his apartment, as I admired him. Maybe Amma was right, Rehan doesn't have a bad heart. . fact he had the most beautiful heart a person could have. . .Rehan Zaid Khan, isnt as bad as I thought he was. . .he's actually, everything a girl would want in a husband,  and. I got him. . .thank you, Allah Miyaji. .  .Thank you.