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❝Once upon a time, a girl fell in love with her husband and made the stars realise that they'd gotten her soulmate wrong.❞
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It's a daunting thing, your first love. It's new, making you unsure and doubt whether it's love or just a mere...
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"ARE YOU SURE THAT he'll be at home?"
"Yes." My husband stated again, as I asked the same question for the umpteenth time. "He's at home; stop worrying."
I sighed, but didn't comment as I stared back at the window, watching the traffic stay completely still, making all the cars have to trudge through. After seeing Zakariyah get dumped by his secret girlfriend yesterday, I felt absolutely horrible for him.
I'd told Zayaan that I wanted to go check on him, since neither of us had seen his brother after his break up yesterday. He'd just disappeared, and even when we — all the Haidars — left, he hadn't been present, and I was so worried. Zayaan was sure that his brother was fine, but my negativity about the whole situation annoyed him, and he dragged me through the door and told me we were going over to his parents' house.
It had been a whole week since we'd moved into our new flat, and I realised that I actually liked living in a new place, with my husband. I didn't even see him much throughout the day anyway, since he was either out or holed up in that home office of his. But he did make sure to always check up on me, making sure I was doing alright, and my God, the food he made was absolute heaven.
Owning a restaurant really had done his culinary skills some good; the only thing I even looked forward to anymore was his cooking, since sadly, we hadn't started our cooking lessons yet. I was preparing to go back to school — my new med school, where I'd be staying for three whole years for my doctoral training — and he was busy with all his work.
I was starting to doubt that the only work he did was manage their restaurant, because he was always getting calls throughout the day which either put him in a good or terrible mood. A couple of the calls he got were from Riyad, and I always made sure to take the phone from him so I could also talk to the little boy who I really missed. Zayaan was leaving to go back to Iran in a couple of days, and he'd have Riyad stay with him, but I hadn't seen him in so long since he stayed with that protective grandma of his, in Tehran.
Riyad always managed to cheer me up and make my whole day. But whenever he talked to me, we always got interrupted by his grandmother, Banu, who still didn't seem to like me. She always cut in, telling Riyad she needed to talk to Zayaan, making us have to bring our conversation to an end. As much as I didn't want to admit it, the fact that someone in Zayaan's family didn't like me, really did bug the crap out of me. I was determined to not allow that to happen, but sometimes you just couldn't change the essence of who you were. And I always wanted to please everyone — which was the reason I'd even agreed to marry Zayaan in the first place.
"How much longer till we get there?" I asked, leaning my head against the window, bored out of my mind.
He sighed, checking the dashboard which displayed the time. "By the look of the traffic, it looks like we have another twenty minutes if we ever make it out of here."
