We walk side by side looking around the children's who are running around in the park. The park is quiet silent and only few laughters of kids can be heard since it's already nine, there are not many people here.

I sip the milkshake at time to time wondering how it still is half full when we both were sharing it and I remember taking a long big sip so I can drink more—I know I am being greedy here but it tastes amazing I can't do anything.

"I talked to your sister...she wanted to explain so I thought I should give her a chance" I glance at him when he starts speaking I nod at that agreeing to him. "And I didn't ask you because I know you would say a straight No because you were not good mindset because of your abbu" I only nod at that because that's true if I was not eager on finding what the reason behind her running away was I would have stomped his leg and asked him why he always name my parents as your father your mother can't he just call them ammi abbu like I do to his parents.

"What did she say?" I play with the straw in between my lips forgetting that I was sharing my drink with him in nervousness which suddenly has grown up inside me at the thought of him leaving me after getting a good explanation from Zaina.

"Do you know she wanted to do job and study further?" He turns his head to look at me so I bob my head up and down "And do you know she applied for a job in the tech company which is the biggest company in Jeddah?" I blink my eyes at this new information.

"That company which has big buildings and also have many branches throughout the word and-and you have taken a picture with that old man...Abbu showed me in a magazine you were shaking your hands with him" I point my finger at him asking him if my information in my head about that company is true.

A chuckle leaves his lips at my description but he nods "Yeah...your sister applied for a job in that old man's company and well...just few days before our marriage she was selected" he stops walking when we reach a place which shows the city view.

"Oh...she did not say anything to me" he hums in response "yeah she did not say you but she said your mother...and she was not good with the idea of her working and she clearly said her to cancel this proposal because girls after marriage should handle their marriage life and she should be a housewife—well ammi is housewife so I won't be saying anything against it cause it is a very difficult job which is done for free but a woman has all rights to do work if she wants to and I thought ammi clearly said that on our engagement but your mom did like this idea of her working so she took this step of running away cause she was scared" he explains in a very calm tone.

And I am not even doubting at his words cause I know how ammi is and there is high possibility of her saying this.

"So she ran away cause she was afraid she will become a housewife and she didn't want to loose this opportunity" I repeat whatever he said in smaller sentence and he nods at that.

"Yeah and she said she didn't want to leave me because..." he looks at me feeling hesitant to say the words which I already know "because she loves you?" He licks his lips not liking this topic but nods and I am trying my best to ignore the clenching of my heart.

"I know that she said she likes you because you are calm and just like her and I am sure you felt the same" I chuckle to hide the pain I am feeling cause from her words and his words I can tell if I say a yes or give them a nod he will give me a divorce and marry Zaina again.

Again I am going to be used as a puppet and nod to whatever they say.

I gulp my saliva stopping myself from crying as much as I can.

He stands there in silence and doesn't say a word but only stares at me.

"You—" I clear my throat when it comes out low and deep "so you guys are good now? So you both talked on what your going to do later? You must have discussed what am I saying—I am not asking you tell me everything don't worry" I fake a giggle when there is nothing to laugh about but to hide my pain I need to smile and grin.

A week of my marriage and I am already going to get a divorce...what a life.

I press my lips together when he steps closer, his silence is killing me "What are you thinking kinza?" He reads my mind like a dynamo and I look every where else other than his eyes.

"Nothing—I was just saying now you guys are in good terms maybe you want to get back together you know it was meant to be you two and not us two so yeah—Just inform me before hand if you guys plan to you know get back together-I don't want to be the third person in knowing something-" I cough not able to fake my words more...not able to speak more so I turn and play with the straw as if I am drinking it.

Don't cry Don't cry! You are a strong girl kinza!

"Look at me" he steps closer only an inch gape separating us, and I hate this! He shouldn't get close to me when he is leaving me! What is he trying to do?

"I said you to look at me kinza" he again speaks with his low voice so I gather up all my left courage to look up at this Man who is taking my breathe away because of our closeness.

He stares at me in silence and my eyes are glistening with tears but I stare back. When a chuckle leaves his lips my eyes reacts and a sob escapes my lips and soon I was pulled into a warm hug which is the only thing I need now.

He giggles at my pathetic state already understanding what is going on inside my mind, he hugs me and rubs my back and I am crying and sobbing quietly not able to hold back the pain I am feeling.

"I hate you" I slap his back and that makes him laugh more he squeezes me in his arms not at all feeling guilty for laughing when his wife is crying.

"Why are crying sweetheart?" He ends his sentence with a chuckle and pulls away to wipe my wet face, I do not reply but only glare at him.

"Shouldn't you be happy that your husband is in good terms with your family now or do you want me to act all grumpy with everyone?" He speaks about something which never crossed my mind.

"Stop giving me hopes! I know you are going to leave me" I wipe my tears in a roughly manner feeling upset over the fact that he is making fun of me.

"Hope? When did I give you hopes about anything? Isn't it a fact that you are my wife and I should have a good relationship with my wife's family just like she is having with mine?" He raises his eyebrow and me being a dumb do not understand his simple words.

"Wife? Who are you mentioning as your wife here. I am confused!" I cry more looking all dumb and confused in this situation. I feel like temporary wife in this situation and I don't know if he is mentioning Zaina as his wife cause it was meant to be her not me.

"Who else will I call my wife? You were my wife, you are my wife and you will be my wife ofcourse it's you who is my wife " I blink my eyes not believing his words...I sometimes have trust issues guys because of Zaina who always tells me she left some food for me in the kitchen but I only find an empty plate so Trust issue is something I am dealing with.

"Are you—you are not going to leave me? Like leave me and go to Zaina cause you like her right?" I nibble on my lower lip "like I am not going to leave you and go unless you want me to...do you want me to?" He mimics me at first but then he looks serious at this topic as if asking for a truthful answer for a second I thought I should think about Zaina and nod but what about me then? She is not married but I am married so it will become my second marriage if they find me a guy later and in no way I am going to marry an old man after they made my standards so high by tying me up with this handsome jerk...I don't want to die single, having a husband is fun but what if my second is some rude jerk who has so much attitude and think women's are nothing and they should be kept in a corner—Astaghfirullah...I am not from our prophets period so I won't be sacrificing my life for my sister—kindness can be shown in other ways too lets choose the other one.

After a second pause I shake my head as a no not thinking about anyone else other than me.

"Then? Why are these thoughts eating your mind hmm?" He rubs his thumb just below my eye and I stand there quietly enjoying his touch.

"I thought you will abandon me and marry Zaina" I sniff feeling my heart clenching at this hard words.

"Why would I do that? Gosh you think too much" he flicks my forehead and chuckles lowly, with a pout I act a little bolder by moving forward and hugging him.

He wraps his around my body to hug me back and we stay there in complete silence, a very comfortable silence. With only my heart thumping against my chest at his warmth, which I am not able to get used to.

"I am staying here kinza...you should go back and take some rest you did not take a blink of sleep since morning" Ammi scolds me when I protest on staying with abbu.

"I am fine! The couch looks comfortable" I pout with a cute face just to make her accept even though I know she is going to roll her eyes at my cuteness and will tell 'you look way to ugly as hell so stop that'.

Ayaan does not interrupt our argument but stands in the corner leaning against the wall, looking at us to stop this shit and just come to a conclusion on who is going to sleep.

"Ayaan?" Ammi calls for the guy who looks bored as those kids who are dragged by his mom to shop women's clothes with her sisters. That's a big explanation. Well, that kid feeling of boredom is hell strong. So no offence for giving that example, only those kids who have experienced that boredom will know the pain.

"Yes?" He looks at her asking her to continue "please take kinza with you she will give me headache by arguing...I don't have that much energy to argue with her" she dares to insult me infront of me and my anger doubles up when Ayaan chuckles at her unfaithful, lie-full sentence!

"I am not arguing! I am just worried what if you faint and fall down from the couch you both our old people's how are you going to take care of abbu!" I glare at the women who ignores me and walks towards his husband.

"Abbu! Tell your wife not to ignore me!! I don't like this!" Abbu like always looks at his wife who is glaring at him.

"Darling you look tired baby you should go and have rest you can stay with me tomorrow yeah?" He speaks ever so slowly, trying his best to not sound rude towards me.

I stay quiet glaring at him but see Ayaan walking towards "come on let's go" he pulls me by my arm but I do not move. " I didn't say I am leaving" I glare at him who looks unbothered "but I did" with that he turns and gives ammi abbu a smile "we will take our leave, if you need something please call" when they nod with a smile and thank you, he drags me out.

What do they think of me?! A doll? A puppet? There is no value for my words?! They did not even let me speak?! I hate this cruel world.

I zip my mouth throughout the ride not feeling like talking to anyone and when he parks the car in his house, I get out instantly and walk away towards our room.

Before he could come and starts lecturing me I pick my clothes to go have a bath.

After having a warm shower I wear a very comfortable night pyjamas atleast I can wear what I like—I sit on the bed ignoring the other bulky human being who is glancing at me from time to time.

"Stop sulking kinza" he speaks when he sees me all silent and not liking the fact that I am silent. "I am not sulking" my voice coming out stern and rude.

"Can you atleast tell why you are all quiet now?" He sounds annoyed at my rude tone. "Are you upset because we didn't let you stay with your abbu" again with this your abbu your family your ammi-I am getting fed up of this 'your' now. If he is my abbu then what is he for him? His grandfather?

I stay quiet not feeling like speaking anything because I feel like my words are not worth listening for them.

"Kinza...maybe your ammi wanted to talk to your abbu about something, they also need some time together after the big trauma they went through right?" He speaks in a low calm voice.

When he sighs at my silence I speak "I am not upset because of that" I mumble sliding down under the sheet turning my back towards him so I can sleep.

"They why are you upset?" he questions me to which I am not going to reply and soon a gasp leaves my lips when he pulls me by my arm and roughly pulls me towards him.

I was thrown on the other side of the bed just by a simple pull. Ayaan pushes the sheets away so he could sleep beside me, after he lays down he cover us with the blanket. My heart thumping against my chest at this bold move which I am secretly enjoying.

I press my lips together holding my breathe when his cheek brushes against my lips when he leans down to adjust the blanket. My hands fisted tightly and my body is stiff as if snake is running in the room and that I am trying to hold my breath to look dead.

And my heart literally dies when he slides his hand down to my nape and holds it while caressing my jawline he pulls my head up and slide his arm behind my neck so that I am laying in his arm...a very smooth move, which can kill people without any noise and pain. He is trying murder me. Please arrest him if I die, he is the murderer.

He brushes away my hair behind my ear, his face only inches apart and when he turn to adjust his pillow, I feel dead at our closeness, his body pressed against mine and his perfect Jannah face is right above me. I lift my eyelids to looks at his sharp smooth features.

Beautiful.

I gulp down my saliva when he turns to face me with a gentle smile and then moves back to lay his head on the pillow.

His hands slowly creeping down to my waist as he pulls me closer that there is no gap left.

"Hmm now let's talk...and open this little mind which has so many thing's filled in it" my cheeks are bright red from this closeness and I am feeling suffocated from this fast heartbeat.

"We—um we can talk with a distance too" I nibble on my lower lip nervously "Well, I tried, but this little sweet mouth is not opening so I guess this is the only way you will speak out" the next think he does gives me a heart attack when he pats my lips with his index finger, telling me I am not opening this mouth.

Ya Allah! This is a real murder! He is trying to kill me!