UNTAMED PRINCESS

•Chapter 47•

MALAK'S POV

"Well C'mon get out of bed already" Ya Imran stands by the door and I groan before turning my head and burying it into the pillow. "Please Ya Imran" I add and he pull on the curtains. "Oh C'mon!" I whine.

"You have a visitor" he ignores me. "Busy" I reply. "Moping around and staying in bed all day?" He glares. "C'mon get up" he didn't even wait for me to reply as he starts to pull me.

"I can't go in my PJs" I shriek. "The person has seen you in worse conditions than this, I'm sure" he mutters under his breath and I raise both my brow. For him to say that, it might actually be.........no, it can't be him. He doesn't even call me so he definitely won't come to my house.

Besides I don't think Ya Imran now likes Na'eem enough to let him into the house and even drag me out of bed to meet him.

"Well give me a minute to at least wash my face and stop looking like some corpse" I start to drag my feet to the ensuite. "At least we agreed on that" he sighs and I inwardly roll my eyes before closing the door behind me.

It took me a few minutes to look a little bit presentable and even though my mind kept dwelling on who might actually be the visitor I didn't bother to think more. I have more problems to deal with.

I walk down the stairs fixing my veil oblivious to whoever is waiting for me in the living room until I finished descending and said my tasleem then I came eye to eye with Na'eem answering the tasleem. I froze, unable to move and my eyes unable to believe.

Am I starting to hallucinate these days?

"Na'eem" I call breaking the silence. "Hello love I missed you" he smiles and my knees go weak. I bite my lips to keep the waterworks at bay.

"I....what are you doing here?" To even form words is a huge work at this point. "Why don't you have a seat?" His smile didn't falter and I didn't know how to feel about that but anyway took a seat.

It was after I sat and start to stare at my hands did I realise I'm scratching my thumb so I instantly stopped and and instead start shaking my legs.

"How are you doing?" He asks breaking off the tension. "I'm fine" I managed to say. "How is Nadeen?" I could barely ask without feeling ashamed.

I sleep and wake with the thoughts of her but never managed to see or talk to her. Only in nightmares where she's calling and crying. "She's better" he answers and my heart sinks. What does 'she's better' means exactly?

"Abbah and Mammah.....they know about our arrangement" he goes straight to the point and I hold my breath before releasing it in a deep sigh. "What did they say?" I ask expecting the worst. "Mammah, not taking it so lightly and as for Abba......"

"Yes, what about him?" I ask. "He wants me to ask you if you want to stay in the marriage or not. I know your decision already so I'm not going to push........"

"What if I changed my decisions?" I cut him off. "What?" He ask leaving the previous sentence unfinished. "I can change my mind right?" I try to muster a smile.

"I don't want you to make a decision just because you're pressured or feeling guilty" God, I love this man. He possibly can't be looking out for me even in a situation like this right? Oh wait....he is!

"Na'eem" I call and all his attention shifts to me. "I want to go back home" and your house, wherever you are that's where my home is. "I mean it's unreal but God I missed everything. Even Lulu did" I laugh at the last part with tears in my eyes and he joined me.

"God knows if I stay away from Nadeen for more than I already did I might also go crazy. I want to wake up everyday and see our daughter, I want our life and.....and I love it too. I wanted to leave to chase my dreams but then I realised that dreams are meant to keep you  happy....you make me happy" This is the longest confession I've ever done in my life.