Someday Soon. By Hassanab

Chapter Eleven

I was still trying to figure out what to make of this situation, since I was brought to his room about four hours ago he was yet to honour me with his presence.

while his sisters where trying to make me comfortable by telling me tales about my husband, and showing me his childhood's pictures.

I just couldn't get over how anxious I feel, this feelings had started since i caught a glimpse of him in my father's study.
On that fateful day that everything started going haywire,
up till this moment it has been bugging and putting me on edge.

I was still fidgeting with my veil that was over me, after convincing my self that it will be over in an instant. But t
time seems to be mocking me by crawling at the pace of a snail making different thoughts cross my mind.

I simply whispered a dua to ward of evil thoughts.
After series of phone calls made to their brother which proved abortive, the girls decided to retire to their room.

Closing the door behind the girls i searched through my luggage until i found the one with my nightwear and i coloured quickly when i realised they where so sheer and left little to imagination.

I muttered a curse as i knew the culprit was no other than my best friend.

After searching for the most decent one out of the lots, I settled for cotton pyjamas but the top had a plunge on the neckline that would reveal a Little cleavage.

I came out of the bathroom after showering and put on my peejay, i kept the hair pins on the vanity and folded my dress on top of my luggage as I climbed onto the bed and drifted into a dreamless slumber.

It was the Adhan(call to prayer) that woke me up, I looked around trying to recall where I am when all the memory rushed back, I looked at the other side of the bed and found it empty, with no crease or dent on it showing that I was the alone through the night.

Why was fate mocking me, whatever I asked for prior to my marriage, it had been given to me, but to snatch it right back handling over a mirage of my dreams back to me.

I prayed every night to Allah (azj) for a pious husband, I got one but little did i know that what I seek comfort from will be what will deny me all the happiness within me living me empty and broken.

The hesitant raps on the door startled me , almost making me jump out of my skin, but was immediately put at rest when the familiar voice of Zara sounded at the door.

I opened the door to reveal her face showing concern as she informed me that breakfast was served and my presence was needed at the table.

I went back inside to put on my veil covering my body with it as I followed her through the hallway and was mesmerized with the designs and beautiful ornaments that was displayed on the walls.

My happiness was short lived as the sound of voices brought me back to the present situation at hand.

We came to the room and the warmth of the smile on his face brought back a reassuring comfort to me showing me that all hope wasn't destroyed and the ruins might again be used to build even happier memories.

Immediately his gaze struck mine every form of smile in his face disappeared and was quickly replaced by a frown that made his features hard as stone.

Pain sliced through me bringing back tears to my eyes has every thing turned blur, I looked everywhere but him trying not to show how his presence affected me, I was saved by my mother in- law has she gathered me in a hug and escorted me to take a seat next to him.

They all resumed their conversation that was brought to an hold due to my arrival at the dinning room.

As breakfast was being served by the maid i kept my hands to myself but my heart rammed it ribcage when hajiya stopped the maid and told her to go dishing the food except my husband that it was my duty as a wife to do so.

I could still hear my heart thumping loudly as I lifted the ladle as i began serving his portion.

The oatmeal tasted like cardboard not because it wasn't edible but rather due to how nervous i had become, by the strange behavior Amir was exhibiting.

I couldn't keep my mind of him noting that he was still twirling his spoon in his coffee that I served him earlier.

His food was still untouched, did he really find my touch repulsive, or was he punishing me for my action.

Zara was sending me soothing glances has she smiled my way through the whole ordeal.

I stood up to clear the table when m
hajiya dismissed me and told me to leave it for the maids to the job, I insisted but she later persuaded me to leave the chores for the maid.

I thanked her and headed back to the room, the door was left ajar and immediately his fragrance enveloped my senses has I entered the alerting me of his presence, i trudged inside to find it empty but the perspiration on the surface of the glass doors to the bathroom showed that there is an occupant in it.

I laid on the bed as I stared at the wall looking at it grimly, the side of the bed dipped making me sense that he had joined me on the bed.

It was the sound of the keyboard that he tapped repeatedly that broke the silence in the room, as both of us hadn't uttered a word, while mine was from nervousness his was probably due to his inner turmoil that was still brewing a storm that will soon erupt.

My marriage was just a day old but I didn't even have a clue where it was heading too, it seems to be slipping further from my grasp, I donned my slippers as i walked towards him getting down on my knees.

He was still giving me the silent treatment since his gaze was still on the computer screen, I called him and was rewarded with a glance, his face was filled with surprise as he stared at me in my position.

I quickly proceeded with my plea before my nerves could fail me, I begged for his forgiveness, but the next question from him took me back to the past as he too was in a similar state begging .

I gave you back your dignity by marrying you, what else do you want from me, he asked as he closed his p.c, turning to me his brows lifting up in a frown at how puzzled he was by my action.

I want us to start on a clean sheet and forget about whatever had happened in the past and accept it as what's written in our destiny I begged him abandoning my pride for the first time in my entire life, folding my hands together.

Ahh, you where just a bit late, actually you where thrity seven months thirteen days and twenty-two minutes late, He said his voice dripping with sarcasm as he gave me a smile caressing my face as he stood up and left me there still feeling numb at the turn of events trying to understand how he became so cold.

I could feel the goosebumps on my skin as I felt so cold and hot at the same time, knowing that whatever he had become I was the architect .

I was even more confused than before, his presence that I so craved for brought nothing but complexity to this puzzle. I was neither at the beginning nor at the end, rather I was tangled in the maze of deep distrust, with No way of going back but rather edging forward to the future which at this moment seems so bleak.

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