My Cure

~Chapter 32

Author's POV:

The direct sun rays lit the room from the curtains. Zaisha was sleeping while hugging Armaan's shirt and the box was opened that was beside her. The direct sun rays were hitting  Zaisha's face. Zaisha opened her eyes and with the back of her hand rubbed off the sleep. Zaisha was fully awake by now. She kept Armaan in his closet back and went to get fresh. After a few minutes, Zaisha came out and stood in front of the mirror to comb her hair. 

Zaisha's POV:

I didn't realize when I slept while hugging his shirt. I think I have to talk to him about US. Whatever comes my way, I will face it. While I was combing my hair, I heard a knock. I let the person come in. The door opened revealing, Armaan. Armaan came inside. His gaze was on me. Armaan had a small smile on his lips: "Good Morning! I came to get a few things from my closet". I nodded after hearing him Armaan went to find his stuff. 

I resumed combing my hair. My gaze was on him through the mirror. I have to do this. I have to talk to him. I have to face what comes in the future. I kept the comb aside and walked towards him. Armaan was busy finding his stuff. i reached towards him and called him out: "Armaan?' He turned around and smiled: "Gee Armaan ki Jaan?" I gulped the lump that had formed in my throat. I said: "I need to talk to you". He replied: "Yes, tell me. I'm listening". I said: "Come with me!"

We both walked towards the bed and sat on it. I gulped again and took a deep breath in as I was nervous. Armaan was confused and asked: "Is it something serious?" I nodded. Armaan took my hands in his. This time I didn't flinch or have fear in me. Armaan said: "Take your time. I'm here!" Armaan circled his thumb on the back of my palm. I exhaled a breath as I was getting calm by his gesture. I said: "I'm sorry". Armaan knitted his eyebrows and asked: "For what?" 

I replied: "I'm sorry for pushing you away and not giving a proper chance to US and to this marriage".  Armaan replied: "Hey, Hey, it's ok! you don't have to apologize for anything. I completely understand. it's not easy for you or any girl to leave their house and love, trust, and give their partner a chance in one day. I understand it takes time to adjust. Nor do you nor I have a magic wand with me that I will give a swish and you will start accepting me in an instant". 

I looked at him after hearing his statement and I can't believe ALLAH has gifted me a considerate, caring, and understanding life partner. But the guilt rose in me. I said: "But I hurt you". He replied: "Tumny hurt kiya hai toh itna dard nahi huwa. Aur tum hurt kar sakti ho kyunki tum meri biwi ho. Meri Jaan ho".

(You have hurt me but it didn't pain me much. You can hurt me because you're my wife. You're my Jaan).

My heart swelled with different emotions. I cupped his face in my both hands and attached my forehead to his. Our eyes closed automatically, savoring the moment. I said: "I'm ready to give a proper chance to this marriage and you. Mujhy apny pyaar main rang do, Armaan).

Armaan's POV:

I came to our bedroom to pick up a few stuff from my closet. Ok! I won't lie! Last night, I came to our bedroom to see her but healed as the light was on in the bedroom. With sadness and disappointment, I left my room. The next morning, I came to our bedroom to see her combing her hair. Our eyes met through the mirror. I mumbled under my breath: "It was worth the wait last night and worth waking up this morning to see her". 

I realized I had been staring at her for a long time so, I went to my closet to find actually nothing because I came only to see her. After a minute, my Jaana said she wanted to talk to me. My happiness knew no bounds after all, we were going to talk to each other after so long. We both sat on our bed. I looked at her being hesitant. To support her, I took her hands in mine, and this time she didn't flinch or have fear in her eyes. After a deep breath, she apologized for not giving this marriage a chance.