Glancing around the large front room; I found my gaze landing on the wall length windows. Overlooking the sea of trees. All dancing to a hushed Lullaby. Allowing the tunes of fate, to guide them.
The silver grey decor of the room; allowed the grey clouds above to blend in. Matching the beating of my heart. The large chandelier, that hung above illuminating with light. Had now dispersed, as I stared at the woman beside me. Feeling loss for words. Unable to comprehend anything.
" She's pretty I bet" I whispered softly, seeing Hussaina beside me inhale a sharp breath. Shifting on her seat, the warm of her hand travelled towards my cold ones. Holding it tightly in reassurance.
" You're prettier Naino" She grinned lightly, using Hana's nickname for me. Making a broken smile grace my features. Missing the woman dearly.
A sudden thought ran through me; causing me look up at the woman. Hearing myself speak.
"Who is Sarah then?" I spoke cautiously seeing Hussaina look at me; as though I've grown two heads. Shaking her own head, the woman stared exasperated muttering something incoherent in Arabic, whilst rubbing her temples.
"Naina I just told you.." She started off, annoyed making me cut her words abruptly. Seeing her eyebrows furrow in annoyance. " I mean what is she?" I whispered seeing her shoulders shrug. Her words nonchalant.
" Her dad is Arab and her Mum a pathan" she said, her voice soft and a far away look on her features. As though, she too couldn't belive what was happening.
" Naina how do you know about Sarah? Did Omar tell you? " She asked cautiously, making me inhale a sharp breath and bite in my lower lip in nervouseness. Shaking my head, I looked away. Avoiding her gaze finding myself speak.
" H-He whispered her name, the other night and she rang when he left. Asking when he's going to arrive at their house" I chocked out, finding my voice faltering. Unable to make the words out, feeling Hussaina hold on to my hand tightly. Whispering something under her breath.
" That shameless man, if Dada or Abba found out. They would have his head" she seethed, anger lacing in her each word.
A heavy silence fell on us again. Both of us lost in our thoughts, swimming in our fears. The only sound of life was the soft breathing, confirming there was a soul in me. Even if I felt it had escaped away, washing against the winds of misery.
The ringing of the house phone had me snapping out of my gaze. Looking around, I could see, Mariam had brought a trolley inside filled with food and snacks for Hussaina, who too was lost in her thoughts. Her beautiful face swimming with grief.
" I really did think they broke up. I-I don't even know.. Naina I'm so sorry I should have said something but I didn't know if they were still together. That day everything happened so fast-" She started making me smile and shake my head. Feeling my heart drop.
" Aina, it's okay it wasn't your fault. No one knew, Omar should have said something but-" I spoke remembering the look on his face. The masked shock in his eyes, whilst his father took him outside. Convincing him to accept this marriage.
Giving me a weak smile, I found myself standing up and walking towards the buzzing phone. That now rang continously.
"Hello" I spoke, picking the phone up bringing it towards my ear as silence came from the other end, making me tense.
" Hello. Who is this? " I asked again, hearing silence echo from the other end. Frustrated, I found my hands pulling the phone away from my ear; just before I could put it down a deep voice spoke, making my body still
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The Mafia WifeRomance
"You don't fear the monsters under the bed. You fear the one hiding under one's flesh my dearest wife". A dark voice spoke, making me tense. A cold shiver rustled down my spine; causing my stomach roll. My insides twisting and turning in nervousene...