Wherever my heart is

•COMFORT AND CHAOS•

When Mahreen entered the house, she decided to lie down on the bed. She couldn't even take off her outfit; the cramps were hitting her hard, and she had a terrible headache from the loud music ,part of the reason why she hated weddings. She sobbed silently, feeling overwhelmed by the wedding, her cramps, and everything else weighing her down. She couldn't even stand up to get her painkillers, she only took them when the cramps became unbearable. Despite everything, she was just glad her event went well, Alhamdulillah. She could still hear the faint noise from the compound, which was preventing her from sleeping completely. Sleep really helped ease her cramps.

Just when sleep began to take over, she heard the door open. She raised her head slightly and half-opened her eyes, seeing Asad's concerned face. If he had known this wedding would stress her out, he wouldn't have allowed the event to happen at all.

He quickly went to her side and pulled her close, resting her head on his chest.

"Mahreen, are you okay? What's wrong?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

"It's just a headache and cramps, nothing serious," she replied shyly, ducking her head into his babban riga.

"It's serious, mana. Can you see how red and swollen your face has turned? Have you taken your painkillers?" he said, gently sitting her down.

She didn't have the strength to reply, so she started fidgeting with her fingers.

"Mahreen, I'm talking! Where are your painkillers? Fadeela told me you hate drugs, and that I have to force you, so it's true," he said, his voice husky and tired.

"It's inside that drawer," she pointed to her bedside drawer.

He quickly stood up and pulled it out. He noticed a heating pad and grabbed it as well. Spotting a water bottle on her bedside table, he opened the cap, popped the pills, and gestured for her to open her mouth.

"Ya Asad, dan Allah mana, the heating pad is okay, I don't need to take the pills, I took them earlier in the morning, fah," she whined.

He didn't even bother to argue with her. He sat on the bed, his weight causing it to dip low, and drew her close to him.

"Take it," he said sternly, handing her the pills and leaving no room for argument.

She reluctantly took the pills from his hands and swallowed them while he patted her back.

He unzipped her dress, turned on the heating pad, and gently placed it on her tummy, his hands brushing against her bare skin and sending shivers down her spine.

Throughout all this, he looked at her with concern, refusing to gaze at her bare tummy. Just the feeling of his hands against her skin was giving him goosebumps.

"You should change into something comfortable. You can't sleep in this, it's too heavy and uncomfortable," Asad gestured toward her henna party outfit.

"Okay," she replied simply, still angry that he had forced her to take the pills.

"I'll be leaving now. Please take care of yourself, Mahreen. I'll send Fadeela to stay with you for the night," Asad said, concern etched on his face.

"Insha Allah, I will. Thank you," she responded, playing with the hem of her dress.

"I'll call you when I reach home. Try to take a shower please it'll make you feel better. Good night, Allah ya qara sauqi," Asad said, worry still evident on his face.

"Amin," she answered his dua as he left.

Mahreen slowly walked to the bathroom and took a long, relaxing hot shower that soothed her aching muscles. She didn't realize when tears began to stream down her face. She was nervous and unsure of what awaited her. How would married life treat her? Would it change her for the better or the worse? Would Asad love her and accept her fully? Would he be patient with her and kiss her scars? She wasn't sure, but all these thoughts made her feel sick to her stomach. It was already too late, though, as the knot had been tied weeks ago. All she could do was pray.

She quickly finished her shower and performed ablution, something she did even when she wasn't praying; it had become a part of her routine, and she loved it. Looking at herself in the bathroom mirror, she saw that her face was red and swollen. That's how the stupid period turned her into a weakling. Astaghfirullah.

The moment she stepped out, her phone shrilled to announce Asad's call. She took her time dressing up and going through her nighttime routine; skincare, perfume, and all that. By the time she was done, he had left two missed calls. She was already dreading tomorrow's morning gyaran jiki, she was exhausted, wallah.

Mahreen called Asad immediately after she hit the bed, and he picked up on the second ring. They talked about the event, her cramps, and he emphasized that she should take care of herself because he didn't want to receive a sick bride.

They chatted for almost an hour before they decided to call it a night.

"Goodnight, Mahreen. Take care of yourself, and I can't wait to see what the future has in store for us," he said, his voice deep and hoarse, sleep evident in his tone.

"Same, insha Allah khair," she replied softly.

And with that she drifted into a peaceful slumber.

Hi guyz,I'm back . I'm so sorry, no long English 🫣 your messages and tantrums forced me to update.

With all my love,
Sultana🤍