Listening To A Heartbeat

Arrange Marriage

Jasmine walked slowly and quietly towards the kitchen.

"Ouch" she cried.

"What happened?" voice from her cell phone asked.

"I hurt my foot."

"How? Are you okay?"

"Yeah I am okay. It's dark in here."

"Why don't you switch on the lights?"

"I don't want to wake him up."

Jasmine walks quietly into the kitchen and switch on the light, which hung above the kitchen island.

"Okay let me see what do I have in here?" Holding her cell phone near her ear while she opened the fridge.

"Did you find anything Jasmine?" her best friend Mahira asked her through the cell phone.

"No. Not yet" she replied.

"Why don't you make something? I am too tired. I need to sleep" Mahira said in sleepy voice.

"I don't feel like making anything and I told you before I don't want him to wake up because of all the noises."

"God you are actually having mood swings during your periods. I am worried about him Jasmine."

"Shut up. Will you?" she said in hushed toned.

"I am not having mood swings" she opened her refrigerator.

"And secondly what do you mean by...Oh I found it."

"What did you found?"

"An ice-cream" she grabbed the cup of blue berry ice cream.

"Are you crazy? I am warning you Jasmine don't have it. It's not good for you to eat at this moment," Mahira said in serious tone.

"Yeah whatever" she closed the refrigerator door and grab the spoon from the counter and sat on kitchen island stool.

"Jasmine are you even listing to me?"

"Good night Mahira"

"Jasmine. Listen to me..." she ended her call.

"Sometimes Mahira acts like my mom."

She was about to have her first bite of the ice cream when the voice made her stop.

"Whom were you talking to?"

Even though she could not see him properly.

She knew it was him.

It was Zaid.

Zaid Abdul Kareem.

Her husband.

Zaid.

He walked a little and came into a light. He stood on the opposite side of Kitchen Island. He was in his night pyjama with messy hair. It had been only one month since they got married. Jasmine had always confirmed secretly that Zaid is the most handsome guy alive. He is cute and charming. Even through he is her husband she still feel shy and nervous around him, as if they were talking for the first time. Each time she seems to lose of words. Every time she pulls herself into a new awkward situation. It took a week for her to remove her headscarf in front of him. But Zaid doesn't seem to mind at all. He had always understood her from day one.