The Imperfect Whispers

The Imperfect Whispers

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For her, he was the only guy who made her feel what she never felt before. Or, what she chose not to feel. She hated the way he made her feel. All those feelings were just not made for her. In his eyes, she saw peace. He demolished her walls and penetrated deep into her life. Indeed, she was really a mystery. Her quest for revenge made her heart weaker instead of stronger immediately he stepped into her life. She called him a mistake. Or was he really the last piece she needed to complete her investigation? Or was he a whole new case? Now, she had to live with him to release the shackles of her heart. It was indeed a journey. He was obvious, but she pretended to hide behind the curtain. He caught her and handcuffed her right in his heart and sentenced her to a lifetime marriage with him. She had to adapt to her new life. She knew that marriage wasn't only a bed of roses but, roses also have thorns. And she had to live with them. But, in order to make it work, her flaws will have to flow with his. She had to make his ruins hers. - - - Both of them knew what they felt. But none ever spoke about it. She felt safe with him. Both of them did. They shared everything with each other and he never lied to her. Or did he? They turned their imperfect whispers to companionship and love. She was his rhythm and he was her lyrics. She knew him and he knew her.
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"Listen to me Qurratul Ayn, before you go, I want to know; did I ever offend you? Is my love for you too little?" I can feel his hand hovering over mine. He wants to hold it, but he knows better than to do that. "Please, I don't want to do this now. My flight is in thirty minutes." I can feel the tears wetting my Niqab. "No! I want to know. Where did I go wrong? Was it money? I didn't feed you well? I didn't clothe you? My love wasn't enough for you? I need to know, all those years! You're seriously willing to throw them away like they were nothing?" A sob breaks out but I manage to hide it behind a cough. I take a silent deep breath and turn, my Niqab swaying and making a whip sound. "It's not like, they really were nothing! Look, I don't have it in me to explain myself. You said you'd give me whatever I want? Then leave me be. I never loved you okay! I never did, it was all a sham, a facade!" His hand that was looming over mine falls limp beside him and he staggers back. "You're lying." He laughs. It's as if he's trying to convince himself. I scoff. "You think so? Well take a look at this." His eyes fill with tears and he takes one of his hands and place it on his mouth. He can't believe that it's actually true. "Okay, Fa'iza." My heart breaks. He never calls me that, ever. "I know something is wrong, and wallahi I'm going to find it out and bring you back to my house in six months. I promise." I feel my heart squeeze knowing his promise can never come to pass, ever. Death is nearing me so nothing can be done. Absolutely nothing. * Ten years of loving, doting over each other and marriage, Fa'iza upped and suddenly said she wanted out of the marriage. After months of persuasion and blackmail, Bello let her go, but before she left, he made a promise. Would he be able to fulfill this promise? STARTED: COMPLETED:

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