The runaway bride

Healing

Junaid Iqbal:
I kept on punching it, my knuckles smeared in blood imagining my ragged punching bag as her uncle. At that moment all I smelt was murder and I wanted that man' s head so that I could punch and satisfyingly head his bone crunch and see him die a slow torturous death. After my body gave in to the tiredness, but mind still fuming, active and alert. I panted as I sat down my head on my hands trying to release my anger as best as I could. I heard the nurse coming down I looked up frowning, " I thought I asked you to stay near her" I snapped as she barged into my door. " sir it's her, her heart rate has dropped we need to call the doctor ........ "
I didn't hear what she told next I Blindly ran towards her room, my world crashing down my ears.....
The ping of the machine started to get louder, Aaliya was like as if she was possessed the way she was shaking,
Aaliya I kept shouting anxiety and worry coming on me on full force.
Never ever in all my life had my life been hanging the way it was at that time, it was at that time I realised how much I've fallen in love with her and how much she meant to me, my bride who was supposedly running away from me and who didn't know who I really was. After going through so much in her life she was still too naive for her own good that she actually believed all the lies I was feeding her without question or doubt. The last few months were the best time in my life, true, we never had a typical husband wife moment but we had many moments where we spoke nonsense , joked , fooled around like best buddies. As I looked at my wife's shallow breathing helplessly like an angel in darkness I felt the doctor running towards her and everything went in a blur as the doctor and the nurse pumped her heard and started putting the oxygen mask. I like a dead man walked away trying to wrap things in my head so many things I needed to tell her so many stories I needed to share...... So many mysteries around us which I needed to clear up, how my mom first met her and like magic felt what she was going through, my mom had strong instincts and she knew by just looking at Aaliyah that her aunt and uncle had been feeding her with many lies and in turn she typically was anxious to get her out of that mess and almost ordered me to marry her,
I loved my mom too much to go against her wishes, marriage was never in my agenda.
My mom had always been an almost slave like to my dad, that s how it is back in Pakistan, we lived in Lahore where girls were married young, forever a slave to her in laws until her daughter in law comes and cycle goes on ......
My mom never wanted that , she wanted to break the cycle, she educated me as best as she could and after my dad passed away she saved every penny to send me to London , I could still remember her giving all of her savings and saying , " beta reach for the moon, fly so high that you never have to come down again , free yourself from this prison I'll follow you."
Taking in her word I worked hard putting all my strength and energy in one thing, " to fly high , to be successful " and today I stood independent owning my own construction business, I made sure I was so high that no one could touch me to harm me but I realized Alina had become my weakness , the reason I'll fall hard and couldn't anything about it.
As soon after our hurried wedding my mom took off for Pakistan as she found out my grandfather was ill, he was the only relative for her, the on,y reason my mom wouldn't leave Pakistan.
It's time she is needed here I thought as I picked up the phone, I needed my mom to clear up this mess I have created with my lies ...........
ALINA'S POV:
I could hear the most annoying noise ever, the ping ping kept on continuing like it was intent to kill me with irritation. I just wanted to go to sleep but because of it I couldn't. I slowly tried opening my heavy eyelids, I closed my eyes again as there was too much light to bear , not giving up I opened slowly again and I found myself looking at an elderly lady I've never seen before , she was looking at me worriedly
" how are you beta", she asked concerned.
She looked vividly familiar but I couldn't place her, I kept staring at her almost familiar face when I saw Mr.iqbal standing behind her , who reading my thoughts put in," uh alina this is my mom, she just came back from Pakistan."
I felt too weak to acknowledge her but she understanding my situation bustled about making me comfortable and fussing about arranging the pillows, she started to speak something about Pakistan which I couldn't catch on and I simply drifted off to sleep ........
JUNAID'S POV
My mum was angry with was the understatement of the year she was more like pissed off at the way I had handled everything it had been years being scolded by her so I was too shocked....." No maids to help out, leaving the girl all alone, really junaid for a ceo of a such big company you have no brains ..... ," how come you couldn't explain to her that you are her husband and really how absurd calling yourself a mere servant to yourself , fooling an innocent girl, I really won't be surprised if she actually runs away from you once she gets to know the truth............" And it went on and on ..., never had I imagined that I'll be put to task like this .
The next few days mom took over everything at home , she put alina at ease immediately mothering her with all her affection and care , getting down help at home, home cooked meals and the best part was alina started to improve immediately under her care slowly coming out of her mental trauma , her nightmares were reducing and the atmosphere at home was peaceful and calm except for my feelings, how on earth could I bring out the truth to her , tell her that I am the Husband whom she was running away from and dreading meeting. That was one thing my mum was not helping me out she claimed that I clean up my own mess and apparently she had enough in her hands . I was mildly annoyed at my mum 's lack of help but mostly anxious at coming out clean with alina but I knew time was ticking and better now than late ..........