Unexpected Love

Chapter five

"You...you mean to say that you and I" I pointed at him and myself with a shaky hand, "that w...we have to get mar...married," I stuttered. He nodded at me. I quickly got up from the table but had to grab on to the back of my chair as everything started to spin and go black. I heard someone call my name but couldn't make out who. My legs started to feel like mush and I felt like I was tumbling down a cliff.

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I slowly opened my eyes and found myself in a dark room. Where am I? I looked around and realised that I was in my room on my bed. How did I get here? I looked over to the left and from the small amount of light coming from the landing through the slightly open door I could make out a figure sitting on my armchair.

"Mum" I quietly called out.

"I sent your mum to sleep she wasn't feeling too well," Haroon responded as he got up and walked towards me. I just kept blinking trying to adjust my eyes to focus to the dark so I could make out his face. He touched the back of his hand to my forehead.

"Your temperature has gone down" he moved his hand away from my forehead and stroked my hair, "how are you feeling sadqa?" I realised I was not wearing my hijab and was dressed in my pyjamas which were short sleeved. I quickly looked around for my hijab, but couldn't see it anywhere nearby so discarding the idea of covering my head I pulled the blanket around my shoulders to hide my arms.

"Tamanah are you ok, is everything ok?" Haroon asked worriedly. He tried to sit on the bed.

"Stop, don't sit on my bed, you're not supposed to be here I am not dressed properly, it's haram for you to see me like this, please leave," I said looking down. He sat down and tried to lift my head up by placing his hand under my chin and gently nudging it upwards.

"Silly girl, there is no haram between us, I can touch you, see you and be however I like with you, I have every right to."

"What?" I slapped his hand away, "We are not married, we are not even engaged, please leave Haroon, I don't want to do anything haram and this is haram." He turned away and ran his hand through his head in frustration.

"I wish you would remember already," He spoke very quietly that I almost missed it.

"Remember what Haroon? What do you mean?" I asked staring at him forgetting all about throwing him out.

"Nothing princess, don't worry you're not well sleep. I will sit quietly in the chair in case you need anything." He made to get up off my bed. I grabbed his arm and stopped him from getting up.

"Haroon what are you hiding from me? I don't understand what is happening, I am getting blurry images in my mind of memories that I can seem to remember clearly, and my mother let you sit in my room whilst I was not in hijab, my mother, the woman who goes on and on about dressing properly, not exposing myself. There is something you guys are hiding from me still, how many more secrets are there that I have not been told about," I breathed out and felt the tears running down my cheeks. Haroon moved closer and slowly started whipping at my tears.

"Shush, don't cry sweetheart, everything will be ok I promise," he cooed. I couldn't stop crying and I slowly started sobbing. I couldn't make sense of anything and it was driving me crazy. I felt useless, confused and like a complete fool that other people knew more about than myself. My head started hurting and the frustration of everything just kept the tears pouring out. Haroon put his arms around me and held me to his chest. Being in his arms made me feel comfortable and I sobbed my heart out. I could feel his t-shirt getting socked under me. He kept stroking my hair gently and rubbing circles on my back with his other hand. He started kissing the top of my head and whispering to me that everything will be all right. Once my tears dried up and I realised the position we were sitting in I quickly shoved him off me.