The Unwanted Marriage

Chapter 28

Amina's POV

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We are now beginning our descent into Mumbai, India. The local time is 5 A.M., and the weather is cool with a pleasant temperature of around 20 degrees Celsius (68 degrees Fahrenheit). It's a clear morning, perfect for your arrival.

On behalf of XYZ Airlines and the crew, we thank you for flying with us, and we hope you enjoyed your journey. Welcome to India, and we wish you a pleasant stay or onward journey."

The captain's announcement broke through my restless nap, pulling me back to reality. I rubbed my temples, trying to soothe the dull headache that had formed from a sleepless night filled with tears.

Sadness clung to me like a shadow, yet beneath it stirred a flicker of excitement-I was finally going home.

As the plane touched down and taxied to a halt, I braced myself for the rush of emotions I knew would come. The immigration process felt like a blur, and before I knew it, I was stepping out into the crisp morning air.

I hailed a cab and gave the driver my address, a mix of nostalgia and anticipation welling up within me as we began the drive. This city-my city-was as vibrant as ever. The familiar sights and sounds brought a strange comfort. Five years away, and yet, it felt as if nothing had truly changed.

Leaning back in the seat, I gazed out of the window, my thoughts drifting to the home where I had spent the most beautiful years of my life. The streets, bustling even at this early hour, felt like a part of me, woven into my memories and my heart.

I couldn't help but smile softly, despite the ache in my chest. I was going to meet my mama and baba, and for now, that was enough.

Soon the car stopped in front of my house. I looked out, a smile spreading across my face as memories flooded back. Opening the car door, I stepped out, and the driver helped me unload my luggage. I handed him his fare, thanking him politely.

I turned back to the house-my house. It wasn't very big, but it was beautiful, brimming with warmth and familiarity. My smile widened as I walked toward it, pulling my luggage behind me. My heart raced in anticipation. I knew they would have many questions about my sudden arrival, but I was prepared for that.

I stopped at the doorstep and rang the bell.

The door swung open, revealing my elder brother, Adnan. His tired face lit up with shock and excitement. It looked like he hadn't slept in days.

"Amina" he exclaimed.

"Asalamu Alaikum, bhai," I said, stepping forward to give him a tight hug. He hugged me back warmly.

"Walekum Asalam! What a pleasant surprise, Amina," he said, smiling as I stepped inside and removed my niqab. We moved to the sofa in the living room.

"How are you? And how is your husband?" he asked.

I knew he felt guilty for missing my wedding; he had been on a six-month naval duty at the time, serving the country as a dedicated navy officer.

At his words, my heart sank for a moment, the weight of my current reality pressing down on me. But I quickly forced a smile, unwilling to burden him with my troubles.

"Is everything alright?" he asked again, concern lacing his voice.

"Yes, bhai, everything is great, Alhamdulillah. We're fine," I replied with a practiced smile.

Eager to shift the conversation, I said, "Tell me about yourself. How is bhabhi and my bhatiji?"

[Sister-in-law] [My niece]