Turmoils- A Muslim Love Story

Chapter 13

Ayesha's POV

I could easily name this night as the longest night of my life. Not only was I tired and cold but also utterly miserable and disappointed. My husband had no way of knowing what I was going through and all he could do was add to my anxiety.

I really shouldn't care what he thinks or makes of the situation. But as someone who has seen me as a woman who had her heart set on achieveing her goals and gave up her dreams just so she could grant a wish to her dying patient, he really should cut me some slack.

It wasn't easy. It wasn't easy granting aunty's last wish and marrying her son who I knew didn't love me and would never love me. And the fact that he was so non-supportive was utterly saddening.

I sat quietly on the way back home. I was so silent that aunty had to ask me multiple times if something was wrong. I just smiled meekly and told her I was fine.

I didn't even bother looking at my husband as I got out to take aunty upto her apartment complex and when I got back and sat in the car again.

I knew Ayan could feel something wrong as well but he was either too excited to notice or just kept mum about.

Farhan was so closed off, I couldn't tell what he was thinking. And frankly, I didn't care anymore. He'd hurt me so bad and didn't even see that I was standing there defending his honor to my own past and his present.

As the car pulled in the driveway, Ayan didn't even take a second and practically bolted across the front porch and into the house. And something tells me his dead phone had a part in it.

I swung the car door shut behind me and walked towards the front door when I heard him call out my name the second time tonight.

I stopped where I was but didn't turn around.

"Ayesha, wait," he breathed. "I'm sorry, about what I said."

I blinked.

Was he for real? Or was this another one of my imaginations where I practically beat him to death and he begs me for mercy?

I slowly turned around and looked at him in the face. His eyes were completely masked, his facial features very stoic.

"I apologize for what I said back there. But that doesn't change anything between the two of us," he repeated dryly.

I raised an eyebrow, "When did I say that changes anything?"

Without answering, he stepped around me and went inside, leaving me by myself for the second time tonight.

***

The early morning birds chirpped really loudly outside my window, indicating that it was time for me to make a move and get out of bed. After showering and dressing up, I air-dried my hair.

I'd slept in my own room because Humeyra and Zain were out cold by the time we came back last night. I didn't even know they'd left early because of my sister-in-law's ill health. She was feeling nauseous apparently.

As I pushed my fingers through my tangled hair and ran the warm air over it, my mind flew back to when Farhan apologized to me last night.

I never knew he had it in him to do that. I thought he didn't have a single guilt bone in his body. But last night proved me otherwise.

Even if he remained indifferent my mind kept telling me that finally there was a teeny-tiny crack in the wall.

When I stepped downstairs, everybody were still asleep. So, not wanting to make much noise I quietly went into the kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee. After that, I planted myself on one of the lounge couches and switched on the television.