The runaway bride

Getting along.....

" Mr.iqbal , mr.iqbal " I shouted from the kitchen , I was cooking us both dinner and I really needed help with dishes
I was cooking lasagna as per his request, " yep wats up my dear darling lady " I heard before seeing him
I rolled my eyes and ordered him to wash the dishes, he Is a funny one I thought to myself, whenever I argued that I should be calling him with respect maybe iqbal Bhai or ji or even I thought to myself I can even call him uncle, even though he didn't look it he was fourteen years older than me. I smiled as I remembered the way we argued about this when I finally drilled him his age from him but he was adamant I don't call him anything of in fact he acted extremely weird but he insisted to call me his lady I thought skeptically , " may I know what's on your mind my lady " he said interrupting my thoughts. I simply smiled and stated, " just wondering why you are so obsessed that I don't call you Bhai ," when I looked up I saw his face changing into all sort of different reactions and after a while he asked, " do you see me as a Bhai?" His question made me thinking did I really see him as a Bhai I looked up at him , his hazel eyes boring into me ,scrutinizing me so which made me blush, I don't know I said slowly, you are more like my friend ," and just like that his face broke into that adorable smile which went up to his eyes , " so that's it then no more discussions and arguments I'm your friend not your Bhai " I couldn't help laughing once I realized how he managed to get his word across and get me agree with him," hmmmm ok friend" I grinned at him sarcastically..........
I found myself in the plain ground again but here it wasn't cold as before, I knew I'll meet my parents again so I started searching them calling them suddenly a strong wind started to blow I couldn't see anything the voice of the wind was echoing in my ears, i couldn't take in but that still didn't stop me from calling mom and dad. I couldn't see anything and as the wind got louder I sat on my knees covering my ears and my eyes shut tight and then suddenly just like that the wind stopped, it became peaceful again, I slowly opened my eyes and looked up I saw a shadow ,someone was coming towards me a man, dad I thought to myself, I staggered to get up and I started to run towards him as I got closer I realized he wasn't dad I stopped on my track fear starting to invade was it my uncle.? Has he come again to torment me ?, but as he came closer I realized it was none other than Mr.iqbal I gave out a sigh of relief as I ran towards him, his hazel eyes looked down at me his lips slightly apart. We stood there standing looking at each for a long time, I felt him getting closer and closer........
I woke up with a start finding myself in my room, it was night time as I realized I slowly brought my knees to my chin and wrapped my hands around protecting myself from don't know what, " it's just a dream " I kept chanting to myself but I couldn't help but feel the sinking feeling at the pit of my stomach..........
After a little while I decided I couldn't sleep anymore,I needed a hot drink to soothe my frazzled nerves. Yes I was disturbed seeing mr.iqbal in that light , I never could give him that place even if I wanted to , this much I knew being a muslimah and also a married woman even if this marriage was literally nothing and I still have not even laid my eyes on my husband, Mr. Iqbal was off limits. I sighed feeling like as if someone has put on some invisible shackles over my hands, I was a prisoner even my heart couldn't do as it wished.......
I walked downstairs to the kitchen, this house was moderately built in a modern interior, there were two rooms upstairs, the master bedroom which I occupied and the other room which mr. Iqbal used, and downstairs there was modern kitchen in which everything was black and silver and a huge island which almost divided the kitchen into two, a cozy living room with an electric fireplace, a study which also Mr. Iqbal used and the foyer area and a small garden outside in which I loved to spend my time. I started to heat the water when I noticed light coming through the study I went to see curiously when I heard, Mr. Iqbal speaking to someone, I peeked him to see him talking on the phone and he wasn't looking quite happy, " amma please stop worrying about us, yeah she is good , yeah I'm happy... No I don't think that's a good idea..... And then suddenly he looked up noticing me, his face turning into different shades which made him look like as if he had stuck his toe somewhere and couldn't "ow" out loud. "I'll call you back" he said on the phone and hang up. He looked furious and roughly asked " what are you doing here at this time ", I frowned at his tone but I simply told him that I came for a cup of tea, " in case you have forgotten this is a study, the kitchen is that side." I was too shocked and hurt at his behavior, for which I simply retorted I'm sorry and stormed off upstairs. I closed my door with a bang seething at his behavior, after all he showed his true colors at last I thought and turned to the dressing table and gasped out loud...
I had forgotten to wear my house coat before going down and the man I had married hadn't kept some decent nightdresses and let's say they were nightdresses which only married women wore, I slapped my head so embarrassed at my forgetfulness
Oh Ali how could you be so stupid I chided my own self , no wonder he was so brusque after all  as I noticed he was a pious man praying on time and all and seeing a woman at this state might have unsettled him . " could anything go even more wrong after this " I thought in despair. I didn't have any other clothes other than what had been on the cupboard as I had left my uncle s place only on my bridal clothes ......
I decided I just shut my eye and go to sleep my cheeks still warm and red at my own stupidity and I didn't want to think how I'll be facing him tomorrow morning ........
I woke up fresh the next morning, unusually happy and humming tune I was having a shower it was then like cold water splashed on the face I remembered my stupidity last night. I groaned in my hands thinking how am I going to face him.
After about an hour debating whether to go down or hide the rest of my life and die starved I left the room and meekly got down the stairs to find the house empty. I couldn't find him anywhere it was the kitchen island I found his note near the sugar jar "I've left to work will get for lunch "
I sighed, relief with a missing feeling, he had taken leave for some days as I wasn't stable but now I guessed he needed to get back to work now but as I looked around the house I felt a sinking feeling of missing someone very dear.......
After loitering around for some time I decided to make a good lunch as Mr. Iqbal was going to be here for lunch, I couldn't help but feel that this how my married life was supposed be but the missing link is the missing husband, Mr . Iqbal was taking that place which made me very uncomfortable.
As I was humming to myself, busy with the cooking and completely engrossed with the mixing of the different spices I heard a man s voice " well well " I gasped dropping the spoon, frightened to even turn around, I could recognise that voice anywhere, my uncle, the monster in my nightmares .......