Turmoils- A Muslim Love Story

Chapter 34

Farhan had to leave as soon as we'd arrived back home. I was still in a state of shock. Had Zara really done that? Had she really slit her wrist?

I sat down on the bed and looked at myself in the cracked mirror. My image was distorted and it looked like I had four pairs of eyes.

Four pairs of sad, scared eyes.

The ghosts of my past were never, ever going to leave me alone. It was all going to keep following me until it swallowed me whole.

My happiness, my smile.

I threw off the dress I had on and put on a more comfortable attire. As I took off my earrings, my eyes fell over the necklace and bracelet he'd just bought from the little boy.

I was half expecting them to disappear on their own but they didn't vanish. I groaned and leaving them over my body, I went downstairs to make myself a cup of tea.

Taking a seat over the kitchen table, I scrolled through Instagram. I didn't have a very popular account nor did I have something fun going on. I just followed some celebs and cookery pages so I generally scrolled through them.

But the fears crawling at my heart were too strong. I put the phone down and shakily ran a hand through my hair.

The clock ticked to eleven and then twelve. No sign of my husband.

I contemplated on calling him but decided to wait it out a bit more. No matter how hard I tried to trust the fact that he wouldn't leave me, some stupid voice inside me was making me feel fearful.

Should I intervene? He was my husband after all.

Zara was uselessly bothering Farhan even though she had nothing to do with him anymore. He had made himself clear too. Yet, she kept on calling and doing unnecessary things to attract his attention.

A billion thoughts swirled through my mind as I stared at the walls and ceilings of the house. To Zara, Farhan was just a man who had made promises that fell through. Just like Zain had been to me.

Even though we weren't as far ahead as the two in our little bond, I wouldn't say I didn't feel hurt when I heard of his marriage.

But still, I was ready to put it all in the past. I refused to be a hung up ex. I chose to be someone who matured throughout the years and pulled myself free of all those chains.

Sometimes, seeing my situation, I wondered why mom married an already married man in the first place. Had she found somebody else to wed, somebody else who didn't already have a life, I wouldn't have to go through so much.

I would've had a family. I would've married for love.

The door opened at that exact moment and Farhan walked in, running a hand through his hair. He spotted me sitting in the dim light and walked over.

"Hey, why aren't you asleep yet?" He half whispered, slipping into the chair opposite to mine.

I shrugged. "I came out for some tea. Didn't really feel like sleeping."

"Aren't you an early sleeper though?" He asked, leaning hia body on the table as a tired sigh escaped his lips.

No. I think it's been a month since I stopped sleeping at night, again.

I shook my head and took a sip. "I guess the old habit of staying awake all night long came back to me."

He grunted a response.

"Anyway, what happened? Is Zara okay?" It was painful to ask that question but a small part of me was actually worried for her safety. The bigger part was worried about how it threw me in a position of danger.