⚜♚50. Life Isn't Rainbows & Sunshine ♚⚜

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Yamna

I was relieved that I was going to be in my former room for the night. I had no idea how to handle my feelings right now. I even pretended to be super sleepy so that Mama went back to her room. I couldn't face anyone right now.

Pregnant.

Baby.

Me.

At twenty-two.

Just before I started my new job.

Nothing made sense. At the same time, it was natural. After all, a baby was an expected next step for a married couple, right?

It's too early.

It was the right time.

It's a blessing of Allah.

How will I work now?

My head was a constant battlefield between opposing thoughts. My heart was a battlefield between conflicting emotions.

Everything felt real, but everything also felt fictional.

"Yamna?"

I squeezed my eyes shut as I heard Rohaan's voice from the doorway. It was the middle of the night. What was he doing here? I didn't move or indicate that I was awake. It was all so weird for me right now.

How will he even react?

Based on his behaviour with his nephews and nieces, I had a positive feeling about his reaction.

But what about my own reaction? What did I want? I didn't even know.

Happy or sad?

Thrilled or terrified?

I knew it was a blessing, and many people yearned for this blessing, but for me... it was unexpected. I was yet to decide whether it was positive or negative.

I heard the door close, but I didn't dare immediately move to see if he had left or stayed. It was only after a minute or two that I turned. He had left.

I sighed in relief, but the feeling of anxiety didn't leave me.

It was happening. I had to accept it, no matter how scared I felt.

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Rohaan

I met Saba Chachi when I had just returned from the police station after finding out new information about Asma. She told me that Yamna had been sleepy, so Chachi wasn't going to be stay with her tonight.

Yamna had been asleep when I'd peeked into the room, so I returned to my own room.

My mind was in a constant battle. Was Asma innocent, or was she a player in some elaborate criminal scheme?  The man who claimed to be her Mamu, wasn't the Mamu that she had come to the UK to live with during her studies. And now she was missing from her safehouse.

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