Arranged Imperfectly

Painful conversations and confused feelings

How did you discover that? Keeping those pills behind her back, she asked Imad. She was aware that her efforts would be in vain because of his superior strength and power.

The reason for taking the medication is more important than the subject at hand. His question was repeated in a firm voice.

Realizing that praying was better than taking those pills, she responded with regret and sadness, saying, "I am just used to them, I can not have good sleep if I do not have them."

He extended his hand, insisting, "Give me the bottle." She looked at his large hand and thought, Is he really acting like he cares? Was there any change in our relationship after we prayed together? Certainly, Allah brings two souls together; if their union is not intended, nothing can intervene, but if it is, nothing can stop it. "I wonder," she thought.

Her eyes welled up with tears as she begged, "Please no, and do not tell Dad." Even though her hands were shaking and her eyes were filled with fear, she persevered in the face of failure.

He threatened to blackmail me by saying, "Give me the bottle, and I promise not to tell anyone." the bravery of him.

"Why? Are you actually interested in what happens to me? She raised her eyebrows and said, "My life, my decision," and he just stared in disbelief.

Grabbing her wrist, he drew it in his direction. He kept twisting her arm until her hand hurt and her eyes started to well up with tears. His face softened when he saw her response. After taking the bottle, he suddenly let go of her hand; he felt bad later when he saw that her hands were already healing. If he had not left, there would have been issues.

"I apologize, but that had to be done," he said, tossing all the pills in a hurry.

"To answer your earlier question, I do care. Damn it, you are important to me! I have no idea what is wrong with me, but here I am, unable to concentrate anywhere or at any time, and I do not even know why I should avoid you.

As he finished explaining everything, he turned away from her and said, "I feel like you are going to get hurt or something." Hearing that made her poor heart melt.

She had loved him since their first wedding day, but what about him? Was he implying something?

He turned around, his face expressionless, and she said, "Imad, please give our marriage a chance."

He winked at her and remarked, "I have become softer toward you." The man who never even bothered to smile, the one who winked at her? and he merely laughed at her charming appearance.

"Yeah, I will give this marriage a chance but I will not promise you anything," he said, and she simply nodded shyly.

"So you think of me every time?" She smiled mischievously at him.

"Somebody is asking questions now?" He asked as he got closer, but it was night, everyone was asleep, and he was busy sultrying her wife. She took a step back.

"Yes," she replied, choosing to give him some space even though she wanted to ask him more questions. She still feared him because he had done all of that to make her afraid and keep her away from him, even though he later realized how foolish it had been.

When he said, "You can sleep here and shift your clothes here," her eyes widened. Did they actually make headway?His mother had yet to learn of this side of Imad.

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Mrs Muskan.

"Are you sure?" I asked quietly, but all he did was turn and walk away.

"Imad, please, just forgive me.Is it really that hard to forgive?" I asked, my eyes starting to well up with tears, but I forced myself to keep a brave face even though I knew I was wrong. Although I agree, why was he being so critical?

"Forgive you?do you even know the words you uttered while playing your stupid games?who knows you might still be loving my sisters husband, your ex?" He said in disgust and we stared at each other, he kept going on and on and I let him, I allowed him to talk back to me, I allowed myself to be vulnerable in front of him, he has so much erect on me apart from all that after all he saved me, that's the thing which only matters, he saved me.

I had promised I won't give up, I will try my best for his relationship to work out, InshaaAllah it will, Allah had sealed our destinies, so who are we to go against the best of planners?

I just didn't utter another word and just obeyed him, I felt his burning gaze on me but I decided to remain silent, I will just cooperate with whatever he says but will it be worth?

I shifted all my clothes, all while my heart ached, it pained too much, I thought he had forgiven me but how wrong was I?It was all one sided from day one of our marriage, I controlled my tears but they kept spilling and I wiped them, he didn't even dare to approach me and comfort me after his hurtful words or it was his way of revenge?but he wasn't that type, may be I was overthinking.

"Stop crying damn it," he spat harshly and I flinched away. More tears flew, since when did I become such cry baby?

Ya Allah please help me, I know I took things for granted but now I have changed, I have started praying, I have started appreciating people then why isn't anyone believing me?

No one is perfect.

"It's all your fault so what's the use of shedding these tears, always crying over small things," he said and I just stared at him, if it was some months or years back I would have given him a come back and stood up for myself, but I ass the guilty one, everyone knew in town, news we're spread yet I was married off without any warning I was grateful but everything in me ached to bear his dislike towards me.

I wonder what future holds for us?

I really think that everything happens for a reason.