Married to Prince Khaleefah

Nightmares?!

His eyes stared deep into mine, my heart beating faster than normal. Was he sane right now?
" You know I don't repeat myself, right? " he asked and I looked away from him, ideally it was normal but it felt surreal.

" Why do I even waste my time? " before I could think about anything, I felt my feet off the floor and my waist in contact with his warm hands.

" Khaleefah leave me alone! " I shrieked and he ignored me, taking me in front of his room and kicking the door open.

My nostrils were as usual hit with his scent, filling the entire room. I almost felt dizzy, my legs felt weak, he walked in further and laid me on his bed.
I hate to admit it but as soon as he dropped me I missed his touch on my skin, wait — ew!

" Goodnight. " he carefully put the duvet over me and walked out of the room, how caring.

I bashed my lids together hoping for some sleep but it didn't come, rather I was met with the fact that he saw me vulnerable today and God knows what he thinks of me now.

The way he was there for me, reminded me of my brother, who unfortunately hates me, I don't remember the last time I met him.

The door opened and I quickly shut my eyes, making no movement. I felt the bed go down a but, his Cologne telling me he was on the bed beside me.

My heart went faster and I began to sweat inside, if it was even possible.
Gosh! When he told me I was sick and had to sleep in his room, I thought it was awkward enough but this — beyond uncomfortable.

Didn't he feel shy or something or at least sleep on the couch like gentlemen in books and movies but what did I expect from my so called husband?

My eyes slowly parted and I heard myself whispering " Masha Allah. " He was okay, when he was sleeping. I spent my time admiring his facial features, his hair, his nose, his well arched brows I think he carves, he was perfect .

Before you knew it, I felt myself drifting off.

Khaleefah

She thought I was fast asleep but hell no I wasn't. I knew she wouldn't get some shut eye until she was rest assured I was asleep and wasn't close to  or looking at her.

I kept my eyes keen on her, she was pretty, it was evident but I just didn't like her. What happened to her today, and my reaction it was all impromptu.

A million and one questions ran through my head, what was really wrong with her? Was she mad or something?

She rolled over and I felt her head on me, and no matter how much I hated to admit it, it was — not bad.

The way she screamed, it was as if she was reliving a place in her past and I really wanted to know what happened to her, but it wasn't as if I could call her family and ask.

BTW, I haven't even been the proper son in law to her family, and I dreaded the day my father would ask me to meet them cause I can't come in face to face with Ayrah, I just can't.

It didn't seem as though her family liked her anyways.

Heaving a sigh, I closed my eye lids attempting to get some sleep but was suddenly awakened by her movements.
They were slight movements, seemingly normal until she began to yell.

" Stay away from me! Dad! Please, don't .. Don't.. "

She was shaking, looking like a complete mess and I got up approaching her slowly but she kept moving father away, if I wasn't careful she would've fallen.

" Humayra, relax. " I cooed to the beat of my ability but she kept yelling and I rushed onto her, engulfing her in a warm hug, it was the only solution I had.

I whispered some prayers into her ears and began to draw circles on her back.

" Calm down, I'm here for you. " her shrieks began to fade into whimpers, and it died down although she was still awake, I held her and slowly adjusted her on the bed, but while I was about turning away she held me tight with a tear stricken face,

" please don't leave me. " and that was how I found her in my arms, and that was how we slept till the break of dawn.

Humayra

I woke up with a strong migraine, my eyes fluttering open, I felt my head on something strong yet so soft and I felt like snuggling into it more but when I felt slight movements from it I jolted up.

A'oodhubillah!

I was.. Oh Lord, it meant I had nightmares again, but what did I expect? I had an episode yesterday and I guess it triggered another, but what hurt me the most about my episodes was that it made me look weak, vulnerable, helpless and subjected to the mercy of others.

Lord knows what I said to him last night, I had the slightest memory of what happened all I could remember was something I never wanted to remember.

Zoning out, I didn't know he just got up and had his eyes on me.

He poked my forehead and I flinched.

" Goodmor... Ina.. Assalamualaykum. " I greeted stuttering and he grudgingly
replied.

" Wa'alaykumussalam "

" Err.. I, I need to um... Pray. " I said and got up from the bed but fell back down on the floor, disappointedly.

A part of me wanted to be caught by him but the other part reminded me who I was married to.

He ignored me and walked away as if I was nothing.

" I'm tired of asking you this but why? " I asked hoping I would get the answer this time.

" What exactly? " he asked not sparing me a glance.

" I know you took care of me last night during my episodes but now, you treat me like a piece of trash like a ... "

" because that's what you are Humayra. You ask me why I helped you last night because it's sadaqah to help the beggars and that's what I did. "
He said and walked into the bathroom slamming the door shut, and breaking my heart into pieces.

The tears threatened to fall but I didn't let them, I wouldn't. He wasn't worth them, he isn't worth them and will never be.

I'm sick and tired of becoming and emotional wreck because of the stupidity of other people.

Right now, I decide my emotions not Ayman, not Amjad, and not Khaleefah, I choose when I cry and when I smile not them.

I got up from the floor despite feeling light headed I walked out of his room, and hoping one day out of his life.

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