Bowled Over By The Broken

Chapter 38: Reality and Fairy tales

25th March, 2018

Assalamu alikum, all! It's been all over my wattpad message board and instagram so I don't think I really need to justify me going MIA! I know long waits are annoying, but when the writer has no choice, these are imperative! But I did drop in a word that the update would be late (courtesy the two most stressful months of my life at college, thank you thesis and dissertation, I'm glad I'm done with you alhamdulilah) but I also said in one of my posts on insta that I'd update within this week, I maybe a few minutes late past midnight, but I'm keeping my word. A word of appreciation, love, gratitude to those who patiently endured the wait and those who had nothing but kindness for me. Love you for the sake of Allah <3

This is the most I could write, but I do hope to update sooner in sha Allah, this chapter is just a transition to get me in the swing of things! Happy reading and lots of love! :)

"Let them pardon and overlook. Would you not love for Allah to forgive you? Allah is Forgiving and Merciful."

Surah An-Nur 24:22

Chapter 38:

Reality and Fairy tales

Anabya gazed out of the window, watching as her mum and mother in law drove away to the boutique, and once the car was completely out of sight , she turned around and headed towards their bedroom.

She opened the door and sighed, a little bit in annoyance, and partly in disappointment.

After dropping off her little Sulaiman to his preschool, she had decided to finally go fix things with Shamaaz. She didn't know how she'd go about it since both of them were so damn stubborn, but remembering her sister's words, she had decided she'd give in this time.

However, when she entered her in law's place, things didn't go as planned. She had helped pack Aafia and Hussain's tiffin boxes before sitting down for breakfast with her parents in law. When Shamaaz didn't come down neither was she asked to call him, she assumed he must be sleeping. However, after a while when she entered the extremely messy bedroom, she realized he wasn't home.

Tanzila hadn't said anything and Anabya did not question her about it. After all, she didn't feel like asking about her husband's whereabouts to her mum in law, she was supposed to know it in advance!

Sighing once again, she picked up the towel from the bed and left it to dry on the clothes rack in the balcony, before picking up all the things that he had dropped around carelessly. He probably needed another lecture that he wasn't living a bachelor's life anymore for him to treat his bedroom like a flee market. Didn't he know that someone shared the room with him, someone who couldn't tolerate living in a mess?

She rolled her eyes at that, because if we were being serious, there were a lot of things he didn't know!

She spent the next half an hour tidying up the mess, and once done, she decided to shower. She had just finished, and was drying her hair when the door bell rang. She hurriedly sprinted downstairs since she was the only one home, and was slightly disappointed when she realized that it was the housekeeper and not him.

"Hi, Neelu," she smiled, opening the door for her.

"Hi Didi, how are you?"

"Good good, come on in."

She was a pretty old maid, and had been working at Tanzila's place for a couple of years now and it wasn't like she needed to be told but still Anabya said, "You can start with the dishes, Neelu."