Chapter 9

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A mother is not a person to lean on, but a person to make leaning unnecessary.” — ...

Samiya p.o.v

As I stood alone in the elegant room, my heart pounded against my chest, matching the rhythm of my racing thoughts. The anticipation and nervousness surged through me as I prepared to embrace a new chapter in my life. Tonight was the night, the night I would share with the love of my life, my partner in everything, my soulmate. It was our first night together as husband and wife.

I couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and trepidation as I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. The radiance of my bridal attire seemed to illuminate the room, but my eyes betrayed the tremor within. Thoughts cascaded through my mind like an unstoppable whirlwind, questioning the unknown that awaited me mere moments away.

Images of our journey together flashed before my eyes, from the first time he smiled at me to the day he gave a proposal to my father pledging his love and desire to spend a lifetime with me. And now, here I stood, mere moments away from dissolving the barrier between us, ready to embark on a profound and intimate connection.

Despite the multitude of conversations and whispers I had shared with my closest confidantes about this sacred act, nothing prepared me for the overwhelming vulnerability I felt. Would I be enough for him? Would the love we had nurtured and cherished throughout the years transfer seamlessly to this new realm of physical affection? These thoughts waged a silent war within me, threatening to cast a cloud of doubt on what was supposed to be a night filled with unadulterated joy.

As the door creaked open, my heart leaped, and my breath hitched. Standing before me was the man who had captured my heart and soul with his unwavering love and boundless support. His eyes, filled with unwavering devotion, mirrored my own emotions. The veil of nervousness that shrouded my being slowly began to lift, as his presence alone calmed my restless spirit.

He approached me with a gentle smile " Assalamualaikum ( may peace be upon you ) his voice so sincere and soft, caressing my ears like a soothing melody.

" Walekum assalam ( may peace be upon you too ) " I replied shyly .


He sat on the edge of the bed and I didn't dare to look up . Softly his hand raised and touched, as light as a feather, brushed against my cheek, and in that moment, all doubts melted away. It was a reminder that we were embarking on this journey together, that our love was an unbreakable bond, stronger than any worries or uncertainties that haunted my mind.


Third person p.o.v

Few weeks later….

A cosy living room, bathed in warm sunlight. Asad sits on the couch, worriedly flipping through a newspaper. He glances up as his daughter, Mannat enters the room. She carries an air of sadness, her shoulders slumped and her gaze distant.

He watches her for a moment, concerned about etching his face. He puts the newspaper down on the coffee table and pats the spot beside him.

It's starting to make him really worried , Mannat has stop being rebellious behaviour or stubborn anymore , she doesn't even refuse anything to do though it's a good thing but the sadness looming over her face after Samiya marriage is getting really concerning matter.

" Mannat  come sit with me princess " he asked softly .

Mannat offers a small smile and joins her father on the couch, sinking into its comforting embrace. Asad gently places his arm around her, pulling her closer.

" I've noticed that you seem down lately. Is everything okay, Mannat " his voice filled with concern

Instead of answering she just smiled " nothing dad… just trying to figure out something "

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