I wake up to my alarm ringing. I groan as I check the time which read 7 o'clock. I have woken earlier to pray fajr and then went back to bed because I wanted to get in as much sleep as I could so I won't be tired the whole day.

I slowly climb out of the comfort of my warm bed and walk into the bathroom.

I go into my closet and look through my clothes. Trying to find something nice to wear i pick out one piece after another and throw them around my room, after awhile getting frustrated because nothing looked right. I drop down on my bed and look around at my messy room.

"Great...you gave yourself a job before you even started the day," I say to myself.

My stomach growls.

I look to check the time again and all of a sudden is 9 o'clock. Men how did that even happen?

"Dammit, I swear it was just 7...i gotta hurry or Imma be late,...now what to wear what to wear,"

I don't even know why I am so worried about dressing nice and then I remembered. Zaid. I am supposed to meet him today. Very quickly, my hungry stomach is replaced with tangles now. Am I nervous? Of course I am! I am going to see him after 2 freaking weeks and that's hell of a long time for me.

Finally, I decide on a white shirt that says " Legit Hijabi" and I throw on a black cardigan over that. I put on a pair of black jeans and a black chiffon hijab with flats since I can barely walk on heels.

Well, I am not the best at fashion but I think this will do for today. I decided to go with comfort with hint of style. After all, feeling comfortable in what I am wearing is what I look for rather than what I wear.

I finish off my makeup with a coat of mascara. There. That should do. I check myself on the mirror again just to make sure.

Stop it. Who cares what he thinks. I don't care. Do I? Oh my god. OF COURSE I CARE.

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Standing in front of the huge building I breath in once. I look at the entrance afraid to take another step. I nervously wait for another 5 minutes trying to suck in some courage. I take a deep breath and walk inside. The cold air inside hit my face like a wave. Due to the extreme heat outside, it felt good.

People were walking around, all busy with their own little tasks. I walk toward the elevator but then stop myself.

No I can't take the elevator, he might be in there since he makes rounds around the company at this time.

So I walk toward the stairs. Dad's office is on the third floor so it will not be a struggle to walk up the stairs. Flats come in handy when you least expect it huh?

I knock on the door once I reach it, checking behind me once in awhile to make sure Zaid is nowhere in sight.

"Come in..." Dad's voice speaks from inside. I slowly open the door and find Dad setting on the huge chair. There was another chair across from dad, the back of the chair was facing me so I can't see the face of the person sitting on it. I clear my throat.

"Salam," I say. As soon as I speak, the chair across from dad spins around so fast and sitting there, to my shock was Zaid. My jaw drop and stare at him in surprise. Ok I was not expecting to meet him this moment.

He too, seemed very surprised to see me. We look into each others eyes. My eyes were filling up with tears so i blink few times and then look down. I can feel his eyes on me. Burning.

I look up at him again. His jaw was sat, and he had no expression on his face what so ever, but his eyes told a different story. An emotion I have never seen it expected from him was jumping out at me. A hint of sadness and hurt. His light brown eyes seemed glossy.

Tears?

I break our contact and look at dad who was looking back and forth between us. He looks at me and gives me a harsh look.

"I- I came to pick up the papers," I get out in a shaky voice. Anytime now I will break down so I need to get out.

If you havnt noticed yet, I am a very emotional person.

Dad motions at a yellow envelop setting in front of him with his eyes. I am guessing that's the one so walk up and grab it. My legs felt shaky. I run out of the room.

"Nadia!," Zaid called after me. But I kept going. Before I knew it I was outside the building. I take a sharp left and keep walking. All of a sudden, I feel a harsh pull on my arm and I am turned around to face Zaid.

He moves his grip to my shoulder making it easier for him to hold on to me since I was wiggling trying to get away.

"Please let go,"

"Look at me...just once please..." He begs. He cups my chin in his hands and forces my eyes to focus on his. My face was only few inches away from his.

"Why are you doing this? To yourself,...to me...to us?" He asks.

"Us?...there was never "us" Zaid," I speak back after gathering courage. He brings me closer to his body.

"I know you don't mean that...i know you Nadia..." He starts.

"Please...you dont know anything....please...please don't drag this any longer...4 months are over...its over Zaid," I tell him. He looked hurt. I wanted to hug him. Hug him tightly. He lets go of me sharply and i step back alittle. At the same time he loosened his grip, my heart shredded to pieces. I felt like the string that held me together all along has snaped and immediately tears start flowing out. I turn my back toward him so he won't see how much I am hurt because of this.

"Why did you this? What was all these times together for?" He asked.

"MONEY DAMMIT! IT'S BECAUSE OF MONEY ZAID!" I tell at him.

"I don't believe you,"

"You don't have to...i did for money Zaid and that's the truth,"

"I don't care..." his reply surprised me. What does he mean by that? "I don't care...i dont care about your reason for marrying me...i don't care...i dont care about...about your reason for leaving me..."

All of a sudden, I feel two strong arms wrap around mr. I stop breathing. Zaid is hugging me??????

He rests his chin on my shoulder and tightens his grip. I close my eyes tightly as more tears pour out.

" i Don't care about all that anymore...Just...stay...with...me,"

Stay with me...

" I need you,"

He needs me...

"I love you!"

He loves me....

These three phrases are the things I have been wanting to hear all my life and those words came out of his mouth. The emotion and sincereness in his voice stood out to me. He ment it. I can tell. I cry harder into his arms. He pulls me in closer until our bodies are pressed against each other.

After few minutes in this position, I wipe away my tears and hiding all of my emotions inside, I turn to face him. There were trails where his tears fell on his cheeks. His eyes were watering and few more tears ran down his face as he looked at me with so much emotion. Not cold. But Love. For the first time ever I saw what he truly felt inside. Love. I am looking at a side of him that I am sure no one has ever seen.

"I love you," he says again. " when you first came into my life, I thought you were a burden but then, you showed me what happiness was...for the first time in my life, I had a reason to wake up every morning...life wasn't boring anymore...the more I saw you, the more I got used to your presence, and the more I wanted you," he laughs a little as if remembering something wonderful and then continues. " the more I fell in love with you...but I was controlling myself...because I was dreading this day, but not anymore...i know what I need and what I want and that is you...i don't care about anything else, all that matters to me you," he stops and stares at me. I was frozen. Listening to all his thoughts and feelings pour out made me feel weird inside, weird in a good way.

After a long silence, I snap out of my daze and remember my promise to his dad. "I am sorry... I cant,"

"Nadia...take time to think about it...please give it a chance-"

"Enough...i have made my decision..." I take out the papers from inside the envolpe and hand it to him with a pen. He looks at me confused and then looks at the tittle.

"Divorce documents?.." He says. I don't say anything and look down.

"Don't you feel anything for me?" He asks. I bite my lip. "Answer me...give me your final answer and I will sign," he says.

I stay quite for a long time and then closing every door to my heart where my true feelings would slip out, I answer.

"No, I don't have any feelings for you and that's final," he stares at me for the longest time with those sad eyes that are melting my heart every second but i hold on strong. He grips the pen hard and signs his name sharply on the paper. I take the paper from his hand and turn around and walk away, crying.