She was broken
He was grieving
She lost her other half long back.
He lost a dear one recently.
Both blamed themselves entirely!
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Will they find peace in each other during this undeniably forlorn times?
With venom brewing in their souls and happy...
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Life is not pain vs happiness. one does not replace the other. They exist together. happiness doesn't arrive as a replacement. It arrives to assist you in carrying the weight of the pain.
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I parked my car in the garage. Our house was huge. It was more like a mansion with a little garden in front. It was a beautiful exterior and I love it so much. Can't say Alhamdulilah enough. It had 8 bedrooms, 7 bathrooms, 2 lounges, 1 kitchen and a huge well deserved garage. We had a beautiful and huge backyard as well. And they were 4 small rooms which included the store, attic, basement, and laundry and we had separate quarters where our cook and maid live.
Like I said can't say Alhamdulilah enough. Allah has blessed us so much.
I get off and walk towards the front door and ring the door. At day time since Ammi and bhabi lived alone so they usually put the bolt. Mrs. Siya opens the door, she was our housemaid for the past 6 years. She didn't have any children and her husband died 3 years after their marriage after which she joined our house and soon became a part of this household.
"Assalamualaikum aunty." I smile at her.
"Walaikum as Salaam beta." She led me in and close the door securing the bolt back.
"do you want to eat something?" She asked as she followed me to the kitchen.
"No aunty, I'll just have a snack. you go and rest." I told her to leave since she was nearing 50ies and it wasn't healthy for her. She nodded and left for her room.
I grab two cookies and climb up to my room.
Ammi and Abbu's room was downstairs along with household work and 1 guest bedroom, then 3 bedrooms were on the first floor which included bhai's and mine and one guest room and there were 3 bedrooms on the last and final floor which included my two brothers and one guest room. All the 5 small rooms were on floor 0.
I quickly put my papers in my drawer and keep my shoe in the shoe cabinet and unpin my hijab. I remove my top and let the shirt underneath stay. I walk in the closet and grab a PJs set and grab some ugg slippers.
I put my clothes on the bed and strip out of my clothes and take a much-needed body wash. I wrap myself in a plush towel and come out. It was not that cold because my room heater was switched on. The temperature was not in negatives it was hardly 10 degrees celsius and living in Ottawa all my life, it wasn't that cold.
I quickly wipe my body and put on my undergarments. I wear a grey sweatshirt with grey PJs and wear my white ugg slippers. I enter the washroom and comb my hair and put my braid into a high bun. It was almost 1 pm.
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I grab a black scarf and lightly drape it onto my head and pick my phone and leave my bedroom to meet bhabi.
I have a lot of explaining to do and ask for help. Because I don't know what to tell Abbu and others. And she gives the best advice.
I knock on her door and enter, she was sleeping so I go and sit on the bed and shake her awake.
"Go away!" she groaned while trying to throw a pillow my way but completely missing. She doesn't look 26 years old, even though she was 3 years older than me but I never felt the gap.
"Bhabi, wake up!" I shook her again and then she got up and sat. Woah. she stared around her and finally turned my way.
"Mika!!" She screamed putting her hands around me. I laughed at her antics.
"SO?" She stared at me as I smiled at her and we both hugged again.
"I'm soo proud of you Mika, my baby, my love. I love you so much." She started crying in my arms. I tried to comfort her but pregnancy hormones can't be controlled.
"There is a problem Bhabi..."I let out in a whisper as her sobs quiet down. She gets out of the embrace and looks at me with worried eyes.
"What is it hon?" She questions as she grabs my hand for comfort.
"I got assigned under the third son, "I whisper as I see her emotions evolve from worry to shock.
"What?" She whispers and I could just nod.
"What will I tell Abbu and others?"I ask as a tear slips out of my eye. "I don't want to quit this job, I want to do this Bhabi," I say as she wraps her hand around my waist but her tummy constricts our contact properly.
"It's okay, I got you." As we both laid down in each other's arms.
She was sorting through her thoughts. While my mind was unfortunately stuck on that grey-eyed man.
"Tell the truth." She says as she turns to look at me.
I look at her in disbelief but don't let my thoughts out.
"It is a professional environment. You are there to work and what better way to gain experience than work in the best company under a strict boss. What's the worse that could happen? He would shout at you for not working properly or make you redo your work." She looked at.
What's the worse that could happen? I don't know but I don't have a good feeling about it.
"I've worked under a boss who was hell-bent on making me quit. Who troubled me, who hated me, who was my greatest enemy but look at how it turned out to be. The one person whom I've despised and cursed is now the person who means the entire life to me." She says in a soft smile clearly talking about Omar Bhai.
What's the worse that could happen?
I've already faced many problems and if Allah sends more trials then He will let me overcome it because Allah doesn't burden a soul beyond that it can bear.
I smiled at bhabi and snuggle into her as we both doze off to sleep.
The last thing I've heard was a whisper from bhabi, "who knows if he turns out to be your life."
