𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬

Chapter 10: Appreciating the efforts

-Rahaf's pov-

As I watched Aydin prepare to leave for his office, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. It's our first morning together as husband and wife, and I had hoped for a more meaningful farewell. But Aydin seemed more focused on his work than on me, his new bride.

As he moved towards the door, my mother in law intervened, reminding him to bid me farewell. I smiled at her, grateful for her support, and waited expectantly for Aydin to acknowledge me.

Finally, he turned towards me, his expression unreadable. "Fi aman allah," he says, his voice distant.

I returned his farewell with a warm smile, appreciating the effort he's making, however small. "Allah hafiz," I replied, my heart fluttering with a mix of emotions.

As he drove away, I can't help but feel a pang of sadness. Was that really the best farewell he could muster? But I push aside my doubts, reminding myself to be patient. Rome wasn't built in a day, after all. And perhaps, with time, Aydin will learn to show his affection more openly.

With a sigh, I turned back towards the house, determined to make the most of my day. Turning to my mother in law , I smile at her. "Aunt, I'll go make some tea. Would you like some?" I offer, hoping to distract myself from the ache in my heart.

"I'm not your aunt anymore, my dear. Aydin calls me mom so you can call me mom too." She patted my head gently.

I felt my face flushing red as I nodded my head "Ji, mom..would you like some tea?" She nodded gratefully, patting my hand affectionately. "Yes, beta, that would be lovely. Thank you," she said, her kind words soothing the sting of Aydin's abrupt departure.

As I busily prepared the tea, I can't shake the feeling of longing that lingers in my chest. But I push it aside, focusing instead on the simple task at hand.

After all, there's no use dwelling on Aydin's actions. All I can do is remain patient and hopeful for a brighter future together.

-Aydin's pov-

As I sat in my office, the events of the morning replayed in my mind like a broken record. Rahaf's behavior at breakfast left a bitter taste in my mouth.

How immature she acted, snatching the dish from Sana's hand and insisting on serving me herself. It was a clear display of jealousy, one that I find both perplexing and frustrating.

"She's still a kid," I muttered to myself, running a hand through my hair in frustration. "How is she supposed to handle a marriage when she can't even control her emotions?"

I leaned back in my chair, feeling a sense of unease settle over me. Rahaf's actions only confirm my doubts about our compatibility. She's too impulsive, too reckless. Can I really trust her to be my partner in life?

But then a small voice in the back of my mind whispered, reminding me of her innocence, her sincerity. Maybe I'm being too harsh. After all, she's still adjusting to her new role as my wife. Perhaps I should give her the benefit of the doubt.

As I ponder over these thoughts, my gaze drifts to the window, where the bustling cityscape stretches out before me. The sight of the busy streets below serves as a stark reminder of the responsibilities that await me outside these walls.

With a sigh, I turn my attention back to the pile of paperwork on my desk, resolving to bury myself in my work. Rahaf may be starting her college tomorrow, but that doesn't mean my own duties will be any less demanding.