A Twist of Fate (Dhoombros included) under MAJOR editing

Shattered Hopes

My husband was cheating on me.

I could hear the groans and sounds that were coming from both of them.

My husband was cheating on me on our wedding night. My limbs shook from the revelation, and I tried to grip anything I could hold onto, finally falling somewhere next to the bed. My head fell onto the bed, and my hands covered my head, my eyes filling up with tears.

There was no hope. My marriage had fallen apart before it even begun. I was the other woman. I would always be the second choice. I was ugly. I wasn't perfect, like the others. He only married me for..

For what?

I was nothing, just a medical student.

I was the one left behind.

Always. I was the one people chose last. I was the second, third, fourth, last choice.

I was wrong. I was insecure, I hoped too much. I smiled just one too less. I didn't wear heavy, plaited clothes that made me stand out. I was the plain-Jane. I was a failure.

I was a failure. 

My husband had other interests. I was nothing to him, I would never be. My marriage had failed. In one night? How could that be? Had he never taken an interest in me?

My mind frenzied in thoughts of my failure. I was a failure.

Failure. That word resonated with me so closely, I could feel its remnants settle in my heart, my brain. My father had left us, my husband had no ties or relations with me. I was absolutely alone in this world. 

All alone. I had no one. No one to confide in, no one to cry to. No one. I was a trophy wife. All my dreams of finally finding a soul-mate were shattered. There would be no one to fill that empty hole in my heart, that empty void that ached so much. 

I was never going to find love. I was never going to have a family who truly made me feel important. I would never be happy.

I had tied Rehan into this wedding, where none of us would truly be happy. Only, he would find some solace, some comfort in other women. Could I? 

I vigorously shook my head. I wasn't that person. I was a practicing Muslim. I was a good person. I could never do that. My head played all the memories of these past few weeks.

Getting ready for the nikah, saying Qubool Hai to Rehan, the smiles we shared, the wedding, the pastry incident, seeing him, comforting Ammi, the rukhsati, to now.

What is happening? Slowly my life is turning into a havoc. I was losing control of my life. My heart. I couldn't let anyone get to me. Once my supposed father recognized me he would come back. He would come back for his revenge. He would come back to complete what he didn't finish.

A shiver passed through me as I thought about it. His words still rang in my head, still as fresh as ever.

"I will come back. I will finish you. I will finish you all!" A tear ran down my face and I snuggle into the covers. Soon several tears followed as I let out a strangled sob into the pillow, sliding into oblivion.

Oblivion. My only solace. 

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Rehan's POV:

I hear stifled noises coming from the room she is in. Why is she crying? Should I go check? I stand up.

No. Why should I care?  My inner voice asks me. I lie next to the air-hostess. 

Soon the sobs quiet down. I was done with the air-hostess, so I decided to sleep for some time. When I was going to my room, I paused in front of her door. I sighed and quietly opened the door. I saw her snuggled on the bed with dried tears on her sleeping face. She was wearing a black Kameez with transparent sleeves. She looked beautiful even with her tears.

I noticed that she was shivering. I went over to her bed and placed her blanket over her. I snuggled her in and quietly stared at her. After a few minutes I headed out and softly closed the door behind me.

I couldn't love her. I couldn't give this marriage a chance. I had no belief in relations. I had no belief in love. There were no such things.

Hah. In love, with her? In love with Aliyah? That would be a nightmare. I didn't even know her too well, she was a quiet girl that kept to herself. I just hoped I didn't break her when she realized our marriage wouldn't be normal. But really, was it her fault? Why did I choose her to be my wife, when she could have easily found someone who loved her, someone who gave a crap about her? She had a really good chance of ending up happy, if it wasn't for me. She still had a chance, though. 

Why was she crying, though? Was it because I didn't come to the room? Or, shit, did she hear us in the other room? I groaned, knowing that if that was the case, I was about screwed. 

With these thoughts I fell sleep taking over me.

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Salams! My promise was delivered! I updated today!

So what do you think happened to Aliyah and her mother?

Sorry, I know its a short chapter but I wanted to show Rehan's view of all this.

See you soon!

----------------Nazia