My eyes automatically rolls till the back of my head and sometimes I feel like because of my mother and her deeds I am afraid my eyes will be stuck in the back of my head.

"Ammi that's enough" I mutter totally annoyed at her for not letting us is because she needs to recite some more dua's so people do not keep eye on us.

Seriously? Nobody is gonna keep eye on us, we are not even a couple ammi. I wish I could say that out loud but her bright grin stops me for letting out any hurtful reality.

After all the rituals and praising finally she thinks we had a big day and we need some rest, Alhamdulillah.

I take a glance at the girl who is very silent which I didn't know she is, I thought she didn't know what silence is that's what her sister said me, gosh, lets not spoil our already spoiled mood by mentioning her sister.

"Ayaan guide your wife to your room" my wife-that brings me back to the reality, the ugly reality.

I dig my nails in the palm of my flesh and chew my inner cheeks out of nervousness but nothing helps in calming me down. I don't know just when I heard aunty asking Ayaan to take me to his room, anxiety and panic hits me like a bullet.

I know he won't even look at me but the thought of being in a room with a guy for the first time in my life, scares me, I am scared to death.

I take baby step but follow the build up man who refused to hold my hand when his Ammi asked him to do so and I am so grateful that he refused to touch me, even if it was only holding hands.

The first time he grabbed my head in frustration made me flinch and the sudden warmness of his rough hand which enveloped my small one made me feel many thing which I should not feel.

When he opens the door and enters it, I understand it is his room, he does not even bother in asking me to enter.

I walk in with my weak legs which will give in if more anxiety hits me. I stand near the door, I do not even take a step, My heart is thumping against my rib cage and my hands are ice cold out of nervousness. I can't even describe what I am feeling now, Even though I can only see his back but the manly heat is just radiating through the room.

I automatically take a step back when I hear his deep yet soft voice "Close the door" I press my lips together tightly to not let out any sound of surprise or gasp.

With my trembling hands I do as said but quickly press myself against the door and I stay in the corner.

"The bathroom is there" he points at a door and I mentally nod "and your suitcase and clothes are in the closet you..can go change" after he completes his sentence he walks towards the side of the room where the wall is covered with curtains, thinking that it is a window. I take a peek to see what view we get from the window but a loud gasp leaves my lips when he removes the curtain only to fall upon a big glass window which leads to a big balcony where a swing and chairs are set but I quickly cover mouth when I realise I was loud.

He doesn't turn around to look at me but walks in and closes the door behind him. A comfortable feeling rushes through my vines when he leaves me alone in the room.

I guess He is not as bad as he looks ....

I quickly rush towards the washroom and close it behind, I didn't rush to empty my bladder but to give my mind a piece of silence.

I breathe out the breath which I was holding from the past 10 minutes, I feel like I can become a great swimmer.

Calm down kinza...calm down.

Change your clothes and go out, face him like a real woman and-and if he does something scream your lungs out. Don't freak out, he won't eat you.

When I was about to strip my clothes, It hits me I did not bring anything with me! Damn girl!! You already wasted 10 minutes phasing out and now you waste more 15 minutes thinking if you should go out or not!

Why the hell am I such a damn pussy. I need to become a lion to face the real lion whose eyes are enough to make me a snail...but on a serious note why did allah bless him such beautiful eyes?? What good deed did he do that I did not?? I am gonna ask allah that when I meet him in Jannah! I ain't forgetting this question.

I quickly wrap my self with the thin shawl, with all the guts which is left in me, I open the door only to find the guy still standing on his same position as his back is facing me.

Will all my strength I quietly open the door and then I quietly tip toe towards the other glass door, when I successfully reach without making any noise, I take a peek at the guy who to my greatest surprise and pleasure is still facing his back towards me.

I quickly walk in and open the suitcase which was supposed to be Zaina's, her clothes fits me right, just her face is sharp so she looks more matured and lean than me but Allah gifted me with cute cheeks and a round face so I could look cute.

My cheeks heating up when I see a silk nighty and many other small night clothes. When did ammi shopped these kind of things? I thought she took me everywhere she went!

We can never underestimate mother's!! They can do many things without us knowing but still make us fee we are all updated.

I quickly thank Allah when I see a cotton night pyjamas, lets ignore the small heart popping in it.

Without further thinking and wasting time I grab my clothes and a scarf but just when I rush out the door opens and that's when my heart drop.

The male stands there does nothing but only stares at me and I do the same not knowing what to do. Should I stare back, but I suck in staring contest.

So I quickly lower my gaze but only see his bare chest, my cheeks heating up since this is my first time looking at a guy's abs, chest and-and-damn!!

Astaghfirullah!

I quickly lower my gaze more at his shining shoes and He clears his throat and mumbles something under his breath before closing the door shut and walking away.

I quickly hold my hot cheeks but God! That was so freaking suffocating!! Only his stare suffocates me what am I going to do for the rest of my life...which I can see will end soon.

I am so annoyed by this girl, did she waste 20 minutes in choosing a dress to wear, I left her 20 minute ago and she is still standing in the closet.

Sometimes I hates girl for always being a snail.

I close the door with a sigh when I see her standing there all frizzed so I walk away towards the balcony where chill wind is living it's life unlike me who do not know what is even happening in my life.

When I hear the bathroom door being closed I wait for few minutes before walking towards the closet, I remove my already unbuttoned shirt and quickly wear a black t-shirt my jaw clenches with anger when I see the box which was supposed to be given to my wife...first thing I ever bought in my entire life on my own. First time ever I imagined someone wearing something which was given by me, and now the first time is very memorable, just like I thought, the only difference it does not have hold sweet memories rather it holds bitter memories.

I throw the box carelessly in the nearby drawer, an quietly pick up a sweatpants before walking out towards my brothers room to get changed.

Without knocking I open the door to fall upon an empty room filled silence, Thank god he is not here.

So I make my way towards the bathroom to freshen up.

I knock my own room's door twice, just to warn the girl who is inside that I am entering. When I hear no response, I enter the room but hear the water running from the bathroom.

She is still bathing?

I mentally roll my eyes but walk towards my bed to take a nap. But my mind drifts thinking where I am going to sleep, we can't share a bed, that will be too uncomfortable, I can't stay in another room then the floor? Hell no! I don't want to wake up with cramps on my back.

Gosh! I am gonna kill Kinza's sister once I know where she is!

With a sigh I walk towards my closet to see if I have extra blanket and pillows but only finds a single blanket and a pillow.

One pillow, how can one pillow become a border! I hope she is not someone who spreads and throws her legs while sleeping, cause I am not.

I pick whatever is left but see no trace of the girl leaving the bathroom. After placing the pillow in the middle of my bed.

I do not wait for her to come out, but let my eyes close and take me to a beautiful dream land which I hope is far away from reality.

I am a light sleeper, any movement or any little voice wakes me up even if I am in a deep sleep and I hate that.

But what makes my eyes open and my eyebrows furrow up in confusion and worry was some whimpers which more sounded like silent cries.

I rub my eyes and the first thought came in my mind is to turn and see if its Kinza who is crying, so I do as my heart says but only see an empty bed.

A muffle sob wakes me up fully and now I am worried sick but a deep frown makes its way up on my face.

What is she doing there?