Another chance

Chapter 2 The Present

Izna's POV:

It's been a little over a week and I'm glad that things have started to get better unlike at the start but, I still believe we have a long way to go...I started talking to him, like few short conversations since I noticed that he wasn't okay and as much as I wanted to make myself the victim, how could I forget he was also one... I realised that he hasn't been eating well at all, and would be lost in his world and I know he can't sleep at night just like me. But I guess, we were both good at hiding our pain. But since when did we have to hide something from each other? Like really? One incident and our friendship is at this stage?

After the first night encounter, we wouldn't even bother to talk to each other or even spare each other a look. We would ignore each other as much as possible. We would hardly interact and he would busy himself in work and gym or whatever that he does, and usually gets home when I'm getting ready to sleep. It was almost like two people sharing an apartment living together. It wasn't just hurt or situation that led me to react this way, but also guilt. I knew I said things which I shouldn't have that night and I deeply regret it. But this silence between us was slowly killing both of us I knew it for sure. But each thought they were too hurt to make the first step. And I knew my stupid jerk, he doesn't have ego problems like other guys, but he just doesn't know how to express himself when he wants to say sorry so he'll just avoid you and when you come up to him, only then he will open up.

Even if this whole marriage was a compromise, for me Nikkah is still a pure and meaningful thing. And I know the duties and responsibilities that tags along, but let's just say I wasn't ready for that 100% just because I was still struggling to digest this whole thing. I have started waking him up for fajr too when I wake up which was a huge task everyday.I must say unlike me, he wasn't the best of a Muslim or what I'd expected of my life partner.

I would cook for him, clean up and basically do all the household chores and kept our little apartment clean and welcoming and that's about it. Even though we have been on talking terms since the last few days, the uneasiness is still there, because no one bothered to talk about that fight. It's like we are not ready to accept that we now share our lives. It was also a huge turmoil, someone with whom I could talk non stop 24/7 and now when he's in front of me, neither of us know what to say... Since we were now both back to work, during the day we're busy with our own profession and by the time I get home I get busy with cooking whilst he either check his work or busy with the TV or going to the gym, playing football or hanging out with his friends. We would spend the least amount of time in front of each other in order to avoid any uneasiness and drama. I didn't doubt he cared, coz I know very well his distance is just for me to feel better with him not around.

Everyday she could only relive that day and hoped that day never happened and it's just a nightmare and when she'll wake up, everything will be same old... But damn! This was reality...

 Arhan's POV:

Finally since the last few days baby boo has started talking, not much but still, its way better than the silent treatment she was giving me. I know how much she's hurt, but why can't she see that I'm equally hurt. I never thought this would happen. I remember how she pleaded me that day to agree to this nikkah and that was the only solution since she didn't want her dad to go through all these taunts and questioning stares. I agreed because I can't ever see tears in my baby boo's eyes and hell, she was pleading her boo for something. How could I refuse her even if I knew this would not be the solution and this will not be like any other nikkah.

I tried talking to her ever since we took that decision but she never allowed me. She would be lost in her own world, thinking or crying herself to sleep. I could see how my baby boo was shattered and how she probably hates me and will hate me for the rest of her life... I cannot see that look in her eyes and for this reason I try not to be too much in front of her. I keep myself busy and only come home by dinner time and sometimes would even leave after dinner and come back when it's time for her to sleep. I know she probably thinks I don't care or I'm out doing stuffs but what she doesn't know is I'm always on the roof top when I'm not going to the gym or playing foot.

I wish I could sit you down and explain my whole point and situation to you. I just want you to trust me like you've always done and know that what I did was only thinking good for you and protecting you. How would I know it would turn into this? You're the last person I would think of hurting. You've always been there for me, took care of me when I was falling and hating life. Always encouraged me and see the good in me, then why not now baby booh? Are you so blinded by your hate that you no longer see the pain in your boo's eyes?

In all this however, she never failed in her duties towards the house. I never doubted the fact that she would be the perfect wife since I know how responsible she was. I only loved her food which she used to get me sometimes, but how lucky am I, I get to taste her different dishes everyday now and she is indeed a great cook. Everyday I couldn't cease to be amazed by her and her natural beauty. I often found myself staring at her while she was asleep. 

Now when I look back, I can only regret my action that has led to hurting my baby boo so much. If only I had known his motive and plan ahead or plan wisely. But my first reaction was to protect her. I wish I didn't have an enemy that had been keeping tabs of me and waiting for an opportunity to strike... I wish my baby boo never got involved in all this and I wouldn't have lost it and taken this step, only if...