Destined Hearts

Chapter 35

Madeenah's POV

I kept myself busy. It was easy to do and specially because I was in my final year in school and my graduation was in a few months. I was doing projects and trying to think of the perfect one for my final one. Inayah also kept me busy. She was becoming more naughty and more demanding and it was hard trying to figure out what to do about it.

The moment I came back from school I would dive into homework stuff with her, then practicing what she learned in Islamiyya with her ustaz. She didn't like that part but after showing her I wasn't joking with her she did it begrudgingly. After that I would spend my time planning my project in my living room while Inayah either played with her toys or watched Barbie downstairs with Jamila.

I didn't have time to myself anymore which meant I didn't have time to think about him. The moment I did I would find something to keep myself busy. The day after I got his message, I dropped Inayah off at Mami's house and then spent the day with my brother. We went out for lunch and spent the rest of the day just catching up at his house. Apparently he was interested in my friend, Hafsa. He saw her at the wedding and thought she was 'mad fine'. He didn't outright say he wanted to do anything about it but the way he reacted when she called me said so much more.

That gave me so much ammunition to tease him with. He threatened to kick me out after a while but when I offered to cook him dinner he begged me to stay. The driver was back but I still decided to drive myself instead. I knew he wouldn't want that but I decided that I wasn't really going to care much for what he wanted anymore. Not after everything.

Today is Friday though, almost a week since I've seen my infuriating husband. I had just finished up my last class and was walking to my car alone when I was stopped.

The hand on my arm is rough and tight and when I turn to see who it is I get more apprehensive. Khalil stands there with a deceptive smile on his face even as his hand tightens on my arm. I snatch it back and rub the sore spot.

"Don't touch me." I say as I take a step back from him.

"Why are you being like this Madeenah?" He asks as though I've offended him by telling me not to touch me.

"I'm married. You can't just touch me." His face darkens when I say that.

"We both know you don't love him. You know it was always meant to be me and you." He says.

"No it wasn't. Me and you were never going to happen. I would never have married you." I tell him and I realize the truth of the statement. I would never have agreed to be with him.

"Yes we were. You are mine. You've always been mine Madeenah." He takes a menacing step towards me and I take two back.

"I'm not a toy." I snap.

"You are to him. You think men like him look at someone like you as more than property. You're nothing but a convenience for him. He won't ever love you. Especially not like how I love you."

I flinch but I steel my resolve when I see the horrible smirk on his face. "Stay away from me. You and your horrible words or I'm telling Ahmad. I used to respect you but not anymore. Not after this." I turn around and walk away.

My car isn't too far from where he stopped me so I quickly open my bag to take out my keys. I know he won't give up, that just isn't the type of person he is.

After I locate my keys I look up and stop in my tracks. Muhammad stands leaning against my car door, decked in his suit, this time grey which matches my abaya.

He stares at me heatedly and then looks behind me from where I came from. His features harden when he registers who's behind me. I try to ignore the way my heart beats erratically in my chest or the tingling feeling I feel all over my body at the sight of him.