His Sabah

XIV

Hellllooooooooo there my beautiful readers! I am so so so so sorry that I haven't updated in like a million years but this chapter is extra long to make up for it lol. Sorry again!!! Just wasn't feeling like updating. I guess I lost my willpower a little haha. But I hope you like this chapter. It sucks and I don't really like the way it turned out but oh well. I hope you enjoy it anyway :) ~ Pagli

Also a picture of where Sabah and Salim are staying :D I looooovvvvveee it and I really hope I cn visit there too someday inshallah >.>

Sabah rose to an aching back and pounding headache. Groaning at the dull pain piercing through her body, she slowly opened her eyes and blinked at the bright sunlight pouring into the room. The sheer curtains hanging over the balcony doors had been pulled aside and fluttered slightly in the breeze of the AC, when usually she would have drawn them before heading to sleep, just like she did every night. She frowned at them as she sat up in bed. How could she have forgotten?

And then everything came tumbling back to her.

The fight, Salim's brutal words and actions, the dinner gone wrong, falling asleep on the bathroom floor.

Wait. The bathroom floor.

Confused, Sabah looked down at the soft, plush mattress under her. This was the first time since arriving on the cruise that she had slept on it. But, she hadn't chosen to. In fact, she specifically remembered falling asleep on the cold, hard tiles and feeling the sharp pain explode in her head as it met them.

Remembering the wound, she lifted her arm to touch it and gasped in surprise when, instead of hair or blood, she felt soft gauze under her fingers. Growing even more confused, Sabah threw the comforters that had been covering her aside and stumbled into the middle of the room, searching as she went for any clues as to how she had gotten from the bathroom to the bed and tended to her wound all without becoming aware of anything.

Just when she was about to give up and blame it on her poor and foggy memory, her eyes fell on one of the night tables by the bed. A very familiar gold watch was resting there beside the lamp—a Rolex, his favorite one for that matter—and the sight of it immediately made her realize who had been responsible for moving her to the bed and wrapping her head.

Salim.

The thought of him, her so-called "husband," made tears begin to fill her eyes. Why was he doing this? Why was he always playing with her feelings? One minute he was screaming at her, and the next he was treating her like the most delicate thing in the world. Why couldn't he just pick a personality and stick with it? Why did he have to mess with her mind and make her doubt herself so much?

She hated him for it. She hated him for everything. She had to keep reminding herself of that, no matter what he did to try and make her forget it. And, really? Did he honestly think he could thaw her heart towards him by simply transferring her to a more comfortable place in her sleep and cleaning a wound he was the cause of? No. He would not gain her forgiveness so easily and quickly. He would have to work for it this time.

Setting her chin in determination, Sabah tore off the gauze that had been tenderly wrapped around her head and stomped into the bathroom to throw it away, willing herself not to think about what had happened last time she had been in here.

Unable to succeed, she quickly made her way back into the main suite just as the door swung open and her worst nightmare appeared, room card and phone in hand. Without so much as a glance or word in her direction, he rigidly brushed past her, causing her to stiffen, and walked towards the couches in the center of the room, tossing both things in his hand onto one of them and starting to unbutton his shirt.