Mrs.Mirza

CHAPTER 42

Minha Ali
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I woke with no sign of Shahmeer in the bed with me. I stretch my arms yawning, I sat up and was about to pull the sheets off, only to catch sight of my own naked body. I quickly covered myself again, feeling a rush of memories from the night before. I hugged my knees to my chest and took a deep breath to calm my nerves.
 
I lost my virginity, and now I'm feeling scared. I'm not sure if I made the right choice by giving myself to him.

What if I get pregnant, and he leaves me like my dad left my mom? 

I really don't want to go through that. I don't want to end up like my mom, alone and struggling. The thought of being abandoned with a child terrifies me.

Tears streamed down my face, and I bite my lip as I rest my head on my knees. I feel lost, unsure why I'm crying or why these thoughts are invading my mind.

Being alone is the worst; it makes me over think and fear what I'm imagining could actually happen.

"Ugh", I sigh in frustration, wiping my tears. Slowly, I lift my head, place my foot on the floor, and stand up from the bed, clutching the sheets tightly to me.

As I stood up, I felt wobbly and my back hurt, making me feel sore all over. I had an ache between my legs, but I took slow, unsteady steps into the shower. The warm water from the geyser eased my sore muscles. After washing my hair and body, I took a towel from the rack in the corner, wrapped it around myself, and stepped out of the shower, feeling a little more relaxed.

I walked into the closet and opened the drawer, discovering a package a letter attached. It read, "sorry my love, kuch zaroori kaam aagaya tha, tumhare jaagne se pehle main aa jaunga. Please, wear this saree for me and make it even more beautiful. And please don't over think. Love you 😘 Yours, Shahmeer",. A smile spread across my face as I set the letter aside. Inside the package was a beautiful maroon saree adorned with matching thread and stonework, however I didn't know how to drape a saree.

I stood there with a saree in my hand and a towel still wrapped around myself. With a sigh, I grabbed garments from the closet and put them on. I then picked up the red blouse and wore it; the neckline was deep, revealing some of my cleavage. I grabbed the petticoat without paying attention to the blouse.

After putting on the blouse and petticoat, I attempted to drape the saree around myself, but I was failing miserably as it kept causing me to trip over my legs.

I undraped the saree from my waist and tossed it onto the couch with an irritated sigh.

Why does he have to bring the saree out of everything?

"Can I help?", Shahmeer's voice made me turn to look at him. He was dressed in a black kurta pajama, with three buttons undone, and his sleeves rolled up to his forearms, showcasing his veiny arms, which made me gulp.

"Kahan gaye the?", I asked, as I see him approaching towards me.

"Zaroori kaam tha", he muttered, pulling saree from my hand.

"Kya zaroori kaam?", I repeated stubbornly, my frustration bubbling to the surface. This time, my insistence prompted him to lift his head and meet my gaze.

"Did you cry?", he asked, his voice soft filled with genuine concern. As he spoke, he tenderly cupped my cheeks in his warm hands, grounding me in that moment.

"Nahi", I replied, forcing the words out as I cleared my throat, my eyes darting around to avoid the intensity of his stare.

"Baby, you need to trust me. I'll never leave you. You are the only one for me--my love", he whispered earnestly, and I turned to fully face him. His eyes were filled with a depth of love and warmth that made it hard for me to look away.