Deadly Stalker

Chapter XV: Embarrassed and Hopeless

The thought that Zaid has come to know about my nightmares is what makes me cry more. Who in the world wants their husband to know about the problems they are facing that too on the wedding night? When everything was supposed to go normally. I cringe at the thought and cry harder.

The nightmares that I had got before were nothing compares to the one I saw today. The girl, the trees and place and everything looked familiar but I couldn't place where I had seen them. It was like a déjà vu. Everything so familiar yet so different.

After jolting up from my nightmare I had rushed to the bathroom ignoring my name being called. I didn't want Zaid to see me crying so I had chosen the best option that had crossed my mind at time- rushing to the bathroom. Since then Zaid keeps knocking on the bathroom door, sometimes the knock is soft sometimes loud, followed by my name being called again and again asking me to come out. Again a knock on the door followed by calling out my name brings me out of thoughts. I look at my reflection in the mirror and cringe. My face is a crying mess. I wash my face with the cold water and slowly make my way towards the door.

I open the door reluctantly wishing that Zaid should not see my face. But who am I joking too? As soon as I open the door, I am standing face to face with him.

Ya Allah!

He holds me by my arms as if I am made of glass and makes me sit on the bed.

"You know that I promised your Dad to never let a teardrop fall from your eyes." I nod my head without looking at him. He continues, "Then why are you not helping me fulfill my promise?" He says in a soft voice. I look up to his face and study it carefully, searching for any sign of anger but didn't find any.

"Want to talk about it?" He asks me and I again look down contemplating whether to tell him about my it or no. Whether he will understand me or no. What will be his reaction after listening to my story? Will he be still the same or change?

"Hey it's ok. I am not forcing you. Take your time, I don't have any problem." He lifts my chin up so that I am looking in his blue orbs. I genuinely smile at him to which he does the same.

"There's still a little time left for Fajr. Wanna go tour the house?" He smiled at me and asks. I reply in affirmative and he takes my hand in his, making our way outside the room.

Everything in this house is perfect, at least I as an interior designer can say this. From the walls to the furnishings and the decorations everything is properly placed, not even a single thing is it out place. Zaid showed me each and every room in this house. To say that the house is confusing is an understatement. It is more than confusing. So the room are connected to each other by some way or the other. There is even an underground floor that has rooms like the one we are staying in.

"Don't worry you will get used to it." Zaid says once he looks at the confused expression that I am sporting. We are standing in a room that is connected to the room we are staying in by a small staircase.

Like what the hell?

Who knew this?

He chuckles quietly, straightening the creases formed on my forehead. He holds me at arms length so that I look straight in his eyes.

Blue vs blue.

We keep on staring at each other. Not like some sort of staring contest, it's like we are studying each other's facial features.

Is this a starting contest?!

I don't think so!

I look into his ocean blue orbs until the azaan is heard, probably from his phone. It's time for Fajr. Back at home, it took each and every person in the house to wake me up and now I am already awake. Ironic, isn't it?