Work. Work. Work.
So much work.
Something did not feel right.
She could feel the rough shuffling beside her in the bed, and by how the light came through the curtains, Saboor knew, that another night had gone by without a wink of sleep.
Each night she went to bed, cuddled up against the warmth of her husband, embraced by his sweet whispers, and despite all his efforts, nothing could shake away the feeling of moroseness within her. It had settled in her and made a home within her chest, and now, it had made its way to every aspect of her life. There was something that felt out of the ordinary, and not in a good way.
She rubbed her eyes as discreetly as she could, wiping away remnants of sleep she never experienced, and turned towards Muzammil.
A smile lit up his face as he saw her first thing in the morning. "Good morning, sleep well?" his sleepy voice asked. His arms swam through the duvets and landed on her clothed waist, and he pulled her towards himself.
Saboor nodded meekly, "M-hm. You?"
"I always sleep well when you're beside me." He put a gentle kiss to her forehead.
She was not giving his much time. In fact, she was not giving him any time at all. For relationships to work, time and effort was required, none of which she was putting right now. Once again, the moroseness hit her. What was she doing, just running around her father's business day and night, even when things were not going her way, while her loving husband waited patiently with his love and affection for her?
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After weeks of hectic working and rushing about and meddling with her brain, most of the business was ready. A steady stream of clients, too, were waiting. Some were loyal customers of the clothing business while others were just close friends and colleagues ready to support Saboor as soon as they heard from her. Finally, things had begun to take a shape. Her efforts were about to flourish.
If anything, Saboor only wanted for the business to start running, like a mother waiting for her child to take his first steps. She was waiting for everything to become steady, because now, more than ever, she wanted a break. She just wanted to run away from the world of money and hustle and get back to the calm life of her home, of her family, and of the love that they gave her. She wished to nuzzle into Muzammil's chest and sleep in. She wanted to sit at dinner, chatting till late with her Baba and Mama, and connect with them. She wanted to sit on the weekends and play video games with Moustafa.
"Just a few days more," she murmured to herself, walking into the boutique.
Today was a busy day. Renovations were in full swing in the front gallery. The are was being modified to become that of a modern, yet royal area, where clients would spend their time with the designers. Saboor skipped over a bunch of bags and headed inside. The other employees were at work, possibly setting up the website and social media pages.
Saboor held her files against her chest and headed to her father's cabin. She just hoped she would not find Siraj there. He had been visiting diligently as he had promised, almost as if staking a claim, even though everyone knew it wasn't his to demand. All the work was Saboor's. All the efforts were hers. She deserved the money and the ownership that she wanted.
Glancing through the glass door of the office, it seemed like today wasn't her day- Siraj was already seated beside her father, and so was her uncle, Siraj's father. Along with them, with a file of green and white papers, was a man with salt-and-pepper hair.
The lawyer? He wasn't scheduled to come until next week.
She was too far away from the table and those papers to make out what it was, but an ominous feeling caused her stomach to dip. She knew, if she would go in and intrude now, the situation would be a mess. She would have to be smart.
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