Bride For 7 Months ( Book 1 of #Brides of Ozturks series)

Chapter 28__Past Traumas

Kulsum's POV-

I was replying to all the emails I've received in the past 3 weeks in my office, my pen tapping on the desk as I bit my lower lip.

It has been an insane experience, I thought I'd die or maybe never feel anything again, but Abdul Razzaq was there for me every time. I don't know what I'd do without him.

I'm trying to get as much work done as possible to compensate all the time I've missed.....and also distract myself as I sipped my coffee.

I spotted a rosary beside my pen holder and it reminded me of the one wrapped around the veiny hands of Abdul Razzaq.
Whatever I do....I keep circling back to him....and I can't get my mind off of him.

I just shrugged off the thought and got back to work as I pulled put a huge pile of paperwork from my drawer.

Just then I noticed a lone crumpled paper at the bottom of the pile and my heart sank as I realized.....it was the 'contract' that we signed about our marriage only lasting for 7 months..

I sank deep into my cushion chair as I stared back at the paper feeling overwhelmed.
How could I forget about this?

Of course it's only a matter of time before the contract expires and we go on our separate ways.

The reality churned sick in my stomach as I banged my fist hard on the table, a lone tear escaping my eyes.

I was pulled away from my thoughts when suddenly I heard a knock on my door....I swiftly wiped out the tear and fixed my skirt and sat straight.

I was relieved when Emir entered through the door smiling weakly at me.

"Selam Kulsum, how are you?" He pulled out the chair opposite of me, his emerald eyes beaming with pity.

"Selam, I'm doing alright Alhamdulillah." I forcefully returned the smile as I leaned forward.

"I'm extremely sorry for your loss, it must be hard on you....I apologise for not coming to your house sooner, I just didn't want to interrupt your mourning....I hope it's okay." He leaned forward, his arms resting on the table with concern in his voice.

"It's absolutely okay, and don't feel sorry....I'm alright." The words struggled to come out of my mouth as I maintain to remain calm.

"I know it must be hard especially when it comes to Abdul Razzaq, I'm telling you the guy despises it when people cry.......he's so insensitive and rude." He rolled his eyes while fixing the collar of his black leather jacket.

I was taken aback by this.....in all my time he helped me and remained incredibly patient. Of course things have changed because earlier I would bitch about him with Emir but right now I'm feeling rage bubbling inside my body.

I couldn't sit still with my mind running in thousand directions as he went on and on about how awful Abdul Razzaq is.....

"Okay now you listen to me.....no one and I mean no one speaks about my husband that way and I certainly won't tolerate nonsense about my husband!" I finally snapped furiously as I rose from my chair.

His expressions turned horrified as he slowly got up from the chair.

"Wha- what happened? Look I-I didn't mean-" He struggled to find words.
"I'm sorry but I just need to be alone right now." I cut him off as I broke the eye contact.

He left immediately and I just found myself breaking the pen holder....hot breaths escaping from my nostrils as I locked it up and headed home.

Later that night-