Nikkah With My Roommate

Do you want a distraction? (16)

Riyah's POV

No, it was no mistake. My eyes did not deceive me. Standing in front of me are my parents.

My mother walks forward like a lion cornering the deer. Immediately, tears come rushing out. I want them to accept me. To love me.

'You bitch marrying a white boy' laughs my mother cynically. My father walks behind her furious as hell.

'You had to ruin everything! You kutti (bitch)' bellows my father. I fall to my knees hearing their insults.

'You could finally serve us by marrying Ismail' remarks my mother.

'I was going to be rich' yells my father. The tears fall harder and harder.

'She is just like her kaminey (asshole) ami (mother)' comments mother. My eyes go wide and I feel so numb. So very numb.

'You were never our child. Like we would ever give birth to a disrespectful whore' reveals my supposed father.

'My brother married that white Christian swine. Matti may miladiya hummara naam (My reputation is ruined)' spits out my mother venomously.

'Let me guess you slept with that boy' laughs my father, no uncle.

My mother actually aunty bends down and slaps me across my face.

'You must be the Riaz's right?' questions a blazing Jacob. My parents stare back wide-eyed.

'No, I did not sleep with her but I love that you care, oh so much, just like a father would' Jacob taunts.

'She's not his daughter' screams my mother, no aunty.

'I'm glad about that since you are both dicks' announces Jacob walking over to me.

He gives me his hand and I take it while my uncle and aunty's glare intensifies. Having a clear view of my face Jacob went from angry to enraged. 

'I know that you raised her and that she'll be anger if I lay a finger on you. But listen here that is the only reason why I haven't physically abused you. So leave before I change my mind' says Jacob his brows creased together in fury.

The pair leave and I don't even realise I'm sobbing until Jacob wraps me in his arms. I can't face him. I didn't tell the people that raised me like their child that I married. They had a right to know.

'Please can you sleep in a hotel for tonight' I tell him. I feel like my heart has been ripped from my chest.  I need space. Being alone and praying will inshallah help me.

'If you need anything, please call me' he hugs me and leaves.

I forgot to say thank you to my husband. Thank you Allah for sending him.

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Jacob's POV

*next day*
I really hope she's alright. I wake up at seven and head to my apartment. Its the earliest I've ever woken up on a Sunday.

When I enter into the kitchen,to grab a glass of water for Riyah, I see her standing there lost in her thoughts. Smoke is also coming out of the toaster.How is that possible?

'Riyah! You're banned from the kitchen!' I yell rushing over to her. She looks like she's one second away from crying.

'I don't know why I reheated them for the tenth time' her voice breaks. Please, don't cry Riyah.

'I-it was ...ages.. ssince I-I-I fought-t m-my par-e-ents' I engulf her in a hug and she hugs me back.

'Do you want a distraction?' she nods and I start kissing her forehead then her jaw and trail down with kisses reaching her collar bones. She shivers and leans back her neck in approval. I pick her up and lead her to our room. Our hearts are jumping over the moon, her skin is burning. I stare at her. My wife.

Her hair is a mess and her eyes pleading for affection.

I take her top off and she covers her chest with her hands. I want to explore every single part of her.I begin drawing circles against her abs and slowly Riyah lifts her hands. Her pupils are dilated and I see lustful eyes. I am the only one that makes her feel this way. It makes me so happy.

'I've never been more happy to fight my parents' I laugh and take off my shirt.

Her tomato red face deepens to a blood red. She looks so pure and beautiful. I kiss her as she digs her short nails into my back.

We continue to make out until she stops to hug me. I hold her warm and tiny body until she falls asleep, rubbing her back. I lie her down on my bed and pull the covers over us.

*the next day*

'Dia' I call I'll never get sick of calling her name. I will never forget her touch.

She whip lashes me in the face and she's crimson. 'C-can you leave?' she innocently asks.

'Yes, I'm shirtless and you're in a bra but I'm disappointed that we are not naked' I grin and I love the way she recoils at the word naked.

'Jacob!' she throws a pillow at me and runs to her room while I chuckle.

'From now on we are sleeping in the same room' I call out and I know she's blushing at my command.

'I hate you' she calls back and I guess that's a yes.

'Yes' I get up and walk to her room. She opens the door this time dressed in a singlet.

'If we sleep in the same room you sleep on the couch' she declares blushing.

'We have tomorrow because I booked us tickets to my mother's getaway 40th birthday party in the maldives'

'WHAT!' she practically screams in terror. I've told her about how insensitive my mother is towards muslims.

'I asked your boss and this is now a feature in the magazine. Its titled 'A piece of haven; the Maldives', where you critique about wether it lives up to its image' I explain with her dumbfounded.

'Now, you have to go plus we never had a honeymoon' I complain and she rolls her eyes.

'You should start packing and Miranda's also going because my mother loves her and she's my close friend' I tell her before walking away quickly. Yes, Riyah asked me about Miranda one day but her relationship and mine is....complicated.

You still love Miranda screams my inner conscience.Maybe.  

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