Written In The Stars

Married Life

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Sumaira

"Where are you going?" Rauf almost snapped at me as he walked into our bedroom.

"I'm going to meet Mamma and my sisters." I replied, matter-of-factly, staring into the mirror. 

"Why? You just met them yesterday." He looked annoyed.

"So? She's my mother." 

"Sumaira, Ammi has guests coming over. Help her out and then you can go visit your mother after that."

"What guests?" I asked, turning to face him.

"What do you mean, 'what guests?'? Does she need to tell you everything now?" He asked. 

"I'm just asking, chill." Rolling my eyes, I reached down and grabbed my earrings from the dresser, pulling them on one at a time.

"Listen, yaar, speak to your Dad, please." He muttered, grabbing clothes from the cupboard.

I hadn't told my family but Rauf had lost his job, forcing us to move into his family's home. As far as Mamma or anyone else knew, we were only staying with his parents for a short period of time. Now Rauf had been after me to ask Dad for a large loan, or at least a good position at one of the branches of Rose Luxe Hotel. I knew for a fact that Dad would never agree, as he never even let Faiz Bhai in without making him work hard for it, so why would he let Rauf in just like that? Dad respected hard work, not the idea of 'knowing the right people'.

"Rauf, I can talk to him, but I have to warn you that he will most likely refuse." 

"Do you not want to help your own husband, Sumaira?" He put his hands on my shoulders. "You know that if I'm successful and happy, you will have a better life yourself?"

"Yes, but..."

"If you don't want to help me, just say it." 

"Rauf, it's not that I don't want to help you. I just know my Dad well, and he will never agree to this."

"He will. This is about his son-in-law, and you know how Pakistani parents are willing to do anything for their Damads." He laughed confidently.

He clearly didn't know my father. He had strictly made it clear that he would never tolerate any unfair demands from any of his daughters' in-laws or husbands, and my father wasn't the type to give in. 

"Do this for me, darling." He spoke, not realising how cringe-worthy I found it when he called me 'darling'. I know he was my husband, but the way he said it sounded cheap, like when a film villain calls the lead character that.

"I'll talk to him." I nodded. I loved him and I wanted him to be happy. I would make one attempt for him, but that was all. Love didn't mean to just do whatever he said blindly, right or wrong.