Innocent Imaan

Chapter 14

Imaan rushed down the stairs and frantically searched for her childhood best friend's picture

She scolded herself Internally for sneaking the picture into her sketchbook

She knows some things like this will happen

If someone saw his picture then there would be another problem in her already problematic marriage

Rita along with another maid who she learned was A'lima offered to help her search for what she was searching for

Imaan sighed and looked under the sofa after mumbling "No...Thanks, I will do it"

After searching for a long time she finally gave up frustrated and sat down beside the sofa keeping her head on it

"Why?" She muttered, "Why is it happening to me?"

"What is happening to you?"

Imaan gasped at the sudden voice and felt someone near her

She raised her head and was met with a blonde mess

She looked a little down and saw Wahid looking at her curiously but the annoyance was clear in his eyes

She quickly hid her left hand behind her back hoping he'll not see the wound because she'd always been awkward explaining wounds

He didn't take notice of it as He was busy smoothing his shirt which gave Imaan the time to observe him

He was already changed out of his work clothes and currently wearing a casual outfit consisting of a plain white shirt and of course matching it with equally plain pants,

She wondered why she didn't notice him entering as she was at the hall after all

"You're going to answer or what and why are you on the ground?" Wahid asked sitting on the sofa where she laid her head just seconds ago

Imaan glanced down not meeting his curious gaze and tried to change the subject

"Where were you? Did you bring your favourite person anything?" Imaan teased with a smile on her face

Wahid frowned

"Favorite person? Who?" He asked

Imaan's smile widened after she successfully changed the subject

"Me! Then who?"

"I didn't say that!" Wahid defended with a frown on his face deepening

Imaan rolled her eyes

"You said you didn't have a favourite person but everyone should have one so I volunteered myself," Imaan said proudly

'Weird very weird' Wahid thought as he looked at his wife who was grinning as if she is proud

Wahid rolled his eyes before muttering 'Whatever' and went to his room

Imaan sighed a sigh of relief after he disappeared from her sight and continued her search for another 30 minutes before she gave up for the last time,

She hoped god will hide it from anyone's eyes except hers

So she muttered some verses of the Qur'an and du'as before going to the bedroom still hiding her wounded hand behind her back

There she saw Wahid sitting on the bed sitting Indian style and doing some work on his laptop

Wahid only spared her a glance at her entrance before continuing what he was doing

Imaan rolled her eyes and thought that she should get used to it

She went to the bed and happily plopped herself next to him grinning widely

Wahid was shocked by the sudden movement and almost fell from the bed

He glared at his wife at the only response he got was her shrugging

"Why do you always do this!?" He yelled irritated

"What do I do always?" Imaan asked innocently fluttering her eyelashes weirdly

Wahid rolled his eyes at her weird behaviour

'Who even flutters their eyebrows like this?' Wahid asked to himself

'Of course only her!' He answered also himself

Wahid chuckled at his own 'joke' which earned a curious gaze from Imaan

"What ya laughing 'bout?" She asked with a weird accent

Wahid was tempted to snap at her but controlled it by furiously typing on his laptop

Realising that he'll not reply Imaan grabbed his hand by her right hand to get his attention which he tried to shrug it off but unfortunately couldn't and soon gave up because if he tried any harder one of them will fall from the bed

"What do you want?"

"I am booored"

"Use your phone or something stop bothering me"

"But I don't have a phone!" Imaan exclaimed rubbing her left hand with her right hand which just left his arm

"Wha-" Wahid was stopped mid-sentence when he glanced at her left hand

She quickly moved it behind her back noticing his gaze

She knows it was stupid but she tried anyway

He grabbed her wounded hand from behind her and observed it

"You self-harm!" Wahid concluded with a frantic look in his eyes

Imaan's eyes also widened at his obviously wrong conclusion

"What? Never!" She said quickly

Too quickly for Wahid

Which 'proved' to him that she 'self-harmed'

He glared at her in disgust and then in sympathy

"I never thought you as this weak" He admitted gesturing to her wound

"Why? Oh, it's probably because I didn't take you out right? Come on let's go before you kill herself!" Wahid rambled frustratingly getting up from the bed and gesturing to her with his hands to hurry

Imaan couldn't believe her husband's ignorance

'He saw it
He himself concluded what happened and now he's taking me out?' Imaan thought as she looked at her husband who was getting impatient and mumbling to himself something about the mental problem and hospital

But Imaan decided not to argue after all he was finally taking her out

She beamed showing her right hand's thumb to her husband and ran to the closet to get her Abaya to get ready