Chapter 25: Chapter 25

Husnah's Point Of View.

"Dan Allah, I'm begging you please cuppy cake, if it's something I did just tell me and we can solve everything without you divorcing me. Where is that love you claim to have for me? Was it all a lie?" I asked, tears rushing down my cheeks. I still couldn't understand what was happening or why it was happening. I also couldn't imagine life without Nabeel. I loved him, even though it was an arranged marriage, I did loved him. Over the past few months we lived together in peace and harmony, I've learned to love him more than anything I've ever loved. But why the sudden change in him? Why did he kept treating me like a piece of garbage and not the wife he claimed to have fallen in love with? I only see his smiles when he was with Fareedah, and I just couldn't help but yearn for his touches, his deep and husky voice. His broad chest, his beard... side burns and, the hugs and kisses. Why was he torturing me for God's sake?

"We can't work this out Husnah. I'm sorry to say, but I lost my trust in you already" He replied without even looking at my pleading eyes.

"But why? I thought we love each other?" I asked again.

"Point of correction miss. You only love me, but I don't... and will ever love you". He said while looking into my eyes without any sign of remorse. "I tried my possible best to love you but it didn't work out. Do you know what's lust, obsession, love for your body, and your figure? If you know what they mean then, that's the only thing I've ever felt for you. I figured out you are the romantic type and I used that against you... telling you how much I loved you which all were lies. I told you all that to get access to your body after I used force on you. Lemme be sincere, I kind of felt something for you for a little while, but after that... after I gained access to your body, they all vanished. You get my point that I was only attracted to your body right?" He asked.

I couldn't even lift a finger. My heart felt heavy... my world just crumbled before my eyes and I just lost every single thing I was proud of.

"I love only one single lady in the whole of this world. And it's Fafeedah, she's the only living thing I've ever loved and will always love. Scratch that idea that I've once loved you. I absolutely don't feel a damn thing for you Asmaa'ul Husnah".

"You'll learn to love me teddy bear. I'll wait... No matter how long it takes I'll wait, for I love you for the sake of Allah and I'm willing to go on with my marital duties" I replied, suddenly having a new faith in my love for him. Maybe that was my destiny... To love someone who wouldn't feel a thing for me.

"Are you planning to let her stay after all she did?" I heard Fareedah asked by the doorway.

"You know I won't Reedah. She has to leave, and she's leaving for Good". Nabeel answered.

And, as I stood like a statue in that living room, Nabeel walked over to me with his phone in his hands as if he was searching for something. By Allah, what I saw made me want to throw up that very instant. I couldn't believe what I saw.

A picture of me and Fahad, sitting together by the beach. I was only wearing a bikini and he, just shorts. This photo was taken in India. I mean, Yes India! I could remember going there with Nabeel.

"I was trying to please you, trying to force my heart into loving you without its will. Trying to make things work out for us while you are out there cheating behind my back with my best friend goddammit! How dare you Husnah".

"Don't you dare yell at me Nabeel!" I shouted back loosing my patience completely. "I never knew you were this blind. I never knew I married a moron. We went to that beach together and you are here accusing me? What the hell is wrong with your damn freaking brain!?" I snapped at him.

He was silent for a while before giving out a hearty laugh.

"Now, that explains it all. I can't live with a lady who cheats me and don't even appreciate my efforts in making her happy. You are a bitch... a good for nothing so called wife; One who cheats her husband with his best friend. I've never been so grateful for not falling in love with you like days back. And you know what? I hate you the more. So, I pronounce you a divorcée with three Talaqs. You are no more my legal wife".

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"Is my gown for the dinner ready?" I asked Amal over the phone. She insisted on being the one to handle the cloths I'll use for my wedding occasion.

Have I told you I would be getting married in three weeks time? Hmm, In Shaa Allah!

"Yes, Saleema and Amirah. Both Naki dana yaranki an gama" She answered.

"Great then. I seriously don't like this idea of me having a grand wedding, for goodness sake, I'm a divorcee... Abu Amirah won't just understand. I mean, we ain't kids ai".

"You're at it again. Why don't you tell him all this? Please, let's have a grand wedding and be happy you've found someone you love after the long wait. Congratulations Mrs Sadeeq" Amal said before ending the call. I could swear she was over there laughing her belly out. 'Ughh! too young to be a married lady ma'.

"As salaamu alaikoom" a voice called loudly by the door. "Maman Amirah, someone is here to see you" Baba talle, who happens to be our gateman, said.

I smiled happily, my heart beat increasing because I already knew who it was... Abu Amirah, of_course!

"Am coming baba. Thank you".

I rushed inside my room to change and apply aomew kholo before rushing out again. My heart beat increasing. To my greatest surprise, it wasn't Abu Amirah... rather, it was Nabeel.

I scrunched up my face as anger quickly grew up in me. What the hell was he doing that instant?

"What are you doing here?" I asked rudely.

He smiled, but I knew him too well to know the type of smile he had plastered on his face that instant. It was more like a sad smile, like he forced it out.

"Can we please talk?" He asked almost inaudible, "I have a lot that I want to say to you Husnah. Please, just lemme say some it".

"And what is it you have to tell me right now? Aren't we done for good? I'm not in the mood to listen to your blabs right now. Please, leave". I said before turning back to leave, but he grabbed my right hand and stopped me from leaving.

"Dan Allah just let me talk please" He pleaded, still holding my hand. I turned quickly and didn't even know when I slapped him so hard on his face.

"You are the most stupid man I've ever met. How dare you touch me? Are you my muharram?" I asked angrily.

"Please, just listen. I only came here to talk about Amirah. My daughter, our daughter".

Talking about the devil, I saw Amirah from the corner of my eyes running towards me.

"Mummy" she called, happily. "I'm back".

"Welcome home baby. How was school?" I asked, hugging her.

"Is she the one?" Nabeel asked, his eyes never leaving Amirah. "I want my daughter with me. You can't get married and go along with her. I can't loose the both of you. I'll come back for her a week to the wedding". And with that he left.

'Nabeel is nuts!'.

*****

"You're pregnant?" Nabeel asked, with an amused look in his eyes. "Who's baby is it then?" He asked further.

"Yours mana. You're the only man that ever touched me" I answered.

"My baby or Fahad's baby? Miss... get the hell out of my office" He yelled.

"But this pregnancy is yours... how can you deny your own blood?" I queried in tears.

"That's because the baby isn't mine. You whore! How can you even look at me and call that so called pregnancy of yours mine?".

"I'm not a whore!" I yelled back.

"Of course you are! You cheated on me with my best friend".

"Wallahi, by Allah I didn't do it. And since you don't want the baby, then I'll keep it. And In Shaa Allah, one day you'll come back looking for whatever it is I give birth to. Allah's khair Nabeel".

*****

Two days later, I couldn't be myself, ever since he came up with the issue of wanting back his daughter, I became restless. Even Abu Amirah noticed my change... and he kept asking if I was okay. My only reply was yes.

On the other hand, I didn't know if I was having problem with my eyesight... but Abu Amirah looked sick, even though he didn't want to admit it. My life will soon take a new turn. A turn of no going back!

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