Mending His Shattered Soul

Chapter 1- Decision Making

"There are a lot of people who say my and I but no one says I'm you."
~Rumi
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"Naina, you don't have to do this." Zain stated in his angry young man tone, it was harsh and held immense authority.

"Be gentle, Zain. Please." The cure of all his anger, his beautiful wife, Asha whispered in a soft tone. She felt vulnerable and weak, she was afraid too. Although, the anger was not directed towards her but she flinched even at the slightest rise of his tone. She was a brave girl, a fighter but being 8 months pregnant can make you do and feel a lot of things that you don't, usually.

Zain looked at her and his face expression softened. The lady in front of him was not only his wife; she was the lady carrying his first child, the lady who was light in his dark life, lady who loved him when he was nothing, lady who stood beside him when the world was against him, the lady who loved him with all her heart and her soul and the only lady who could tame the beast inside him.

He streched his arms and embraced the fragile doll who was on the verge of crying. "Stupid pregnancy hormones." She whispered and hugged him back.

"Ssshh, I'm here." He put one of his hands on her head and the other on her back, rubbing there, gently. "I'm sorry, it won't happen again." He kissed her forehead and she relaxed immediately. They were two pieces of a puzzle, fitting together perfectly.

Naina couldn't help but smile at the cute couple. She craved nothing more in her life, all she wanted was love, a little love but her mother made sure she never has it. She wanted someone to hold her, tell her everything is going to be fine, tell her she's not as worthless as her mother tells her she is, that She's pretty and she can make a life blessed too.

She was the girl who spends her night reading romance novels and expecting that her prince charming will come, one day and take her to a beautiful place called home. Speaking of which, she spent most of her life in hostels and the time she spent with her mother in that hell hole couldn't be called anything less than torture. She wanted her prince to be mesmerized by her although she was told a thousand times by her mother that she is the ugliest creature alive. She wanted him to love her with such intensity that her heart melts although her mother made sure to realize her how unlovable she was.

Despite of all the hurtful things she had one thing that kept her going; hope. She had hope that all her dreams will come true. But all her hopes were crushed when she first saw him. She knew he was the prince she always dreamed of, waited for but her prince was already in love when she met him.The next time she met him, he had a four years old son and a wife who was million times prettier than Naina and above all, the man of her dreams was madly in love with his wife.

"Naina? I'm saying something to you." Zain's loud voice brought her out of her day dreaming.

"Ooops, I'm sorry. So you're going to approve it or I'm going against you too?" She asked in a low voice.

"Naina," Zain warned in a dangerous tone while Naina gave him puppy eyes.

"Maan ja na bhai yar," Naina pleaded. "Pretty please," She gave him a toothy grin.

"Naina? Princess..." Zain took her hands in his and she looked at him in the eyes. She knew Zain loved her and was worried for her. Zain and Naina were twins but they didn't spend their life together. Zain was kicked out of house by her mother whereas Naina was left with her cruel mother. But that fact didn't affect the sibling bond. Zain loved her like she is his princess and Naina returned all the love and care with sincerity.

"You know I care for you mano." He used the good brother tone at her. "I want the best for you in life and Rayan is not the best for you. He is divorced, he has a son. He's five years older than you." He stated all the facts that didn't matter to her.