Rebellious Spouse

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Present day..
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Amirah
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Soft knocks echoed in the dead silent room, pulling me halfway from sleep. But Faizan? He was out cold, like a log, as usual. I snuggled closer to his warm, bare chest, letting his steady heartbeat lull me back to sleep. His arms tightened around me instinctively, making me smile in my sleepy haze.

Wait, where am I?

I blinked as realization hit me like a bucket of cold water. Oh. Right. It was my first morning in my in-laws' house. And of course, someone was banging on the door now.

"Amirah..Faizan..Wake up", Noor's resonated through the silence, followed by more aggressive knocking.

I detached myself from Faizan's iron grip, chuckling softly as he groaned and shifted around in the bed. My baby didn't even wake up. I made sure to tuck him back under the duvet and even gave him my pillow, because knowing him, he would freak out at the loss of warmth. I could already hear him whining about it later.

I stood up and instantly winced. Yeah, last night had been... intense. I stretched my arms, feeling the soreness in places I had forgotten existed. Seriously? It has only been two nights and I was already walking like a penguin.

"Amirah! Faizan!", Noor's voice broke through again, more insistent this time.
"Coming.." I called back, tired but loud enough to be heard.

Still half-asleep, I grabbed the first thing I saw, Faizan's oversized t-shirt, which was tossed over the chair. As I pulled it on over my too scandalous, night attire, I felt the soreness hit me again. So much for missing me, I scoffed, wincing as I hobbled over to the door.

I swung it open to reveal Noor, whose eyes immediately widened in shock. She didn't even bother with pleasantries, she stepped inside and slammed the door shut behind her.

"Are you out of your mind?", she whisper-yelled. "What if someone saw you like this?",
I looked down at myself, still groggy. "What? What's wrong?",

"Uh, everything", Noor facepalmed. "You..ugh! Come here", she grabbed my arm but instantly regretted it when I let out an audible wince.
"Oops, sorry", she chuckled, while I shot her the nastiest glare I could muster. She dragged me over to the mirror and when I caught a glimpse of myself, my eyes practically bugged out.

Let's just say I survive a lost battle with a wild animal. A wild animal named Faizan, apparently.

"Damn, when did his inner beast come out?", I muttered, amused, as I lightly traced one of the marks. Noor, smacked my arm as I laughed.

"Shameless", She grumbled, shaking her head.
"What can I say? My man has been deprived for months", I shrugged.

"Right. Save me the details. Just get ready and for heaven's sake, and hide those....marks", Noor leaned against the wall, completely exasperated.

But I pouted. "Why? They look kinda cute on me", I turned to the side, admiring my neck in the mirror, knowing she would be annoyed.

"Your in-laws are conservative, remember? Walking around like that will be considered disrespectful", she air quoted the last word.

I rolled my eyes, reaching for Faizan's toothbrush as my stuffs are missing. "Please, at this point I think everything I do is going to be considered disrespectful. Do they have a preferred underwear brand too, is that another family rule, I should know about?",

Noor snorted, failing to hold back a bark of laughter.
"You might be right. I was frustrated in my first few weeks too. Thank God we moved to the U.S. far away from all this nonsense", she huffed.