Destined Hearts

Chapter 33

Madeenah's POV

The lights shining down on my face wakes me up from the accidental nap I had taken. I didn't plan on falling asleep but I was waiting for Ya Muhammad to come back from the office. It's not like him to be out so late especially on weekends because he knows Inayah likes spending time with him. Hassan dropped me at home around 5 and when I saw that he still wasn't back by 11 I decided to wait for him in the living room while watching grey's anatomy.

I sit up on the couch and stretch while yawning. I turn to the doorway and I see him leaning against it and watching me. He looks disheveled and... tortured as he watches me. His suit jacket is off, so is his tie and belt. The top three buttons of his shirt are unbuttoned and his hair looks like he has been running his hands through it.

"I was waiting for you." I say when he just continues watching me.

"Why?" He asks.

Isn't the answer glaringly obvious. "Because you're my husband." I say.

"Stop." He shuts his eyes looking more tortured now.

I get up from the couch and turn to face him, now feeling anger coursing through me. He doesn't even want to hear that he's my husband.

"Why? Aren't you my husband? Or am I not allowed to call you that?" I ask him as I walk over to stand in front of him, looking up at him.

"Madeenah stop." His tone is harder now as he opens his eyes to glare at me but instead his eyes trail down my body. I was wearing one of the nightgowns in my lefe. It was thin and lacy in all the right places. I had worn its matching robe over it but it still did nothing to cover up my body.

"Why can't you just accept it?" I ask him.

He doesn't say anything but just stares at me with emotionless eyes even as they keep flickering to my exposed skin. His reluctance is almost as though my beauty and body irkes him just as much as it entices him.

I almost start crying but I hold it back. I'm so desperate for him to just look at me like I'm his wife. Like he cares about me as his wife. I shut my eyes to stop the tears. "Please Muhammad. I can't." I whisper to him. I feel so drained that I can't keep up the pretense anymore of acting like our dynamic doesn't bother me.

I can feel him staring at me but I don't look up at him until I hear him take a deep breath as though he's been unable to breathe. I look up at him with teary eyes unable to not show the pain I feel.

He groans then grabs my waist with a rough hand and pulls me to him. I crash against his body with a gasp but I rest my hands on his chest and look up into his dark eyes.

"What are you doing?" I whisper.

He shakes his head. "I don't know. You make me lose my mind."

"You make me lose mine too." I tell him and I see a bit of satisfaction flashing through his eyes as though he's happy I'm just as affected by him.

"Tell me to stop. Tell me to stop Madeenah. Now." He says roughly even as his hands tighten on my waist almost painfully.

"Don't stop. Please." I plead even though he isn't even doing anything. But I just want him to kiss me. I thought he would at his office but he didn't and it has been running through my mind all day.