A Twist of Fate (Dhoombros included) under MAJOR editing

Picking Fragments

I tried to explain to my tears to not appear in front of others, not to harass me in front of others, but my tears struggled to tell me that they found me alone in front of others, and came to give me company.

When we finally landed in Houston, I was able to breathe in the fresh air. 

I had scolded myself, comforted myself, prayed to Allah for patience, and even made myself smile. 

I was surviving. 

We got to Rehan's penthouse and were able to check in, and unpack some things before needing to get ready to attend a family dinner. His penthouse was most definitely anyone's dream come true, and knowing that this would be my new home, I couldn't help but admire my beautiful surroundings.

Alhamdulillah for what I had, and what I didn't have.

Rehan, on the other hand didn't bother me afterwords. I was left to unpack most of my things,  and then getting ready for a dinner held for us, by Rehan's cousins. I paired my gorgeous navy blue and gold gharara with the navy blue scarf. Since my face was caked yesterday, I put minimal makeup.

I didn't have any reason to dress up, my husband didn't care. And today, I didn't feel like doing anything for myself, except for getting over him. With these thoughts in mind, I took one last look at myself, before inhaling loudly, and letting it all out. Walking out of the room, I slowly made my way down to living room, where Rehan was already waiting to take us out.

Meeting his family seemed difficult, especially because I was expecting a divorce anytime soon. I mean how long could he want to keep me, with his mistresses. I wasn't going t give him my body nor my heart. He was getting nothing from me, and soon he's get tired and leave me, as I had anticipated.

But when I finally got around to meeting them, to say I was surprised was an understatement.

They were a mix. Most of them were very loving and welcoming, something I had never been exposed to in terms of family. And the latter was filled with the gossiping Aunties who, as I could feel and see from the corner of my eyes, were judging me up and down and finding all the faults within me, judging me. Of course, a girl whose father had left her, was always condemned in society, but I didn't understand what was so wrong about it. My mother had given me more values than my father could ever give, and she was more stricter with me. 

Of course, I would also have to explain to you that all of those Aunties had very eligible, young, unmarried, and beautiful daughters that would die to be Mrs. Rehan Ahmed. I got along with everyone who tried to talked to me, or at least pretended to, at least. 

The food was amazingly delicious and I fell in love with the lava cake that they had baked at home.

I gave myself a break as I headed outside where the children were playing around.

 As I was cheering them on,  a little girl came running with her glass of Coke. She seemed to have been playing tag with another girl, and ran around the backyard, her beautiful smile radiant and her missing tooth showing early signs of growing. I smiled at her, and continued to cheer the girls team on, yelling out how they should have gone about to win against the guys. 

At one point, I was asked to be the quarterback, and as I took of my heels and opted for some slippers, I had forgotten about my reality, and who these people were. All I focused on were the girls and our smiles, our bonding and how much fun we were having. Halfway into the game, we got tired and called a break. I took a moment to stand and take a breath, while most of the others went inside to have some water.

The little girl came back running out, and in her fit of laughter, and as luck had always been on the opposite side of me, dropped all of her Coke on my arm, all over my sleeve. I felt the cold ice run down the length of my arm and shuddered at the contact before taking a deep breath. Seeing the now shocked, fearful little girl, I smiled and bent down and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead, causing her to smile, apologize and run off. 

I pursed my lips and sighed. Closing my eyes, I took another deep breath, and opened my eyes, smiling again. I was calm and in control of myself.  As I opened my eyes, I turned around, I felt a pair of eyes on me. 

Rehan's green eyes penetrated through mine, as if the distance between us was nothing, as I saw him staring at me from the window. He raised his glass up to his lips and took a drink, all the while watching me. Transfixed in his stare, I refused to blink. As my eyes started to water, and his still remained fixed on me, I quickly closed my eyes and blinked, and moved my eyes away from his, feeling the coldness of the Coke still on me. I quickly walked inside and washed my sleeve off, trying my absolute best to get rid of the stickiness. 

After that, we continued playing, our laughter and yells bubbling throughout. Rehan had walked outside and taken a seat on the swing, watching us, and occasionally reacting.  We played till midnight, the girls winning by a small margin. All the while, I kept seeing Rehan staring at me.

That, was an unprecedented, one time thing, which I did not wish to further in because otherwise..

Otherwise, I might just accept him, with all his flaws and affairs. 

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------Mannat<3