Arranged Imperfectly

Chapter 3 Back after months

Life is not easy, it's difficult,

It is difficult to stick with some people,

Make the most of it.

What if they did not like you?

Make the most of your life,

Have patience and faith; Allah has everything planned and it will all come to pass at the appropriate time.

You will go through different stages, but you will come out stronger.

Mrs Muskan.

When he returned after a few months, I was struck by the closeness he had with his parents. The moment he walked through the door, the atmosphere in the house brightened and exuded laughter and joy. Not even a warm embrace when he returned to me months later? All he did was greet.

"How did your meetings and trip go?"Gathering all my courage, I asked him; we had not spoken since he left for Dubai. Every day, as a new day began, I would be filled with hope but ultimately feel let down when I did not receive a call or text from him. I had simply given up. Although I was itching to text him, I did not want to ruin his mood. What if he waited until I made a move? No, Muskan! That is not possible.

"It was fine," he said as he removed his clothes after giving his parents their gifts. He was shuffling through his clothes, and I was curious what he was looking for.

"You know, I bought this watch and bracelet for my very close friend at work. Do you think she would treasure it as a girl?"He asked me. My face instantly turned a different color. I stared at him and he stared back at me until I turned away without saying anything. Oh, so he has a female friend.

"Every girl has her own choices," I answered him as I turned to leave his belongings, following his instructions.

"Oh," he said with a tone of disappointment.

"This will make her happy," I said, gesturing to what he had brought and offering him a melancholic yet gentle smile.

Be not jealous, Muskan! Why did I get the impression that he was hinting at something when all she was was a friend?

I waited patiently and said, "Please, can we talk?"

Yes? Would you like to discuss anything? concerning your history? how much you detested guys who were similar to you?you preferred guys like Khalid or the one whose behind bars? about my parents, you threatened me?He opened up to me completely, sharing things that he had been holding inside for a long time—situations and things he even shielded me from our families.

"Should we discuss the fact that you plotted to flee with your ex simply to prove your ability to defy me once more? Your strategy backfired on you alone, huh?He asked as he drew nearer, and I chose to remain silent by closing my eyes.

I asked Imad again in a composed manner, and this time I felt a strong desire for our marriage to succeed. "Please, please, Imad, just give me one chance."

With his gorgeous light blue eyes staring back at me, his neatly combed black hair, his cheekbones, and finally his lips, he gave me the impression that I was in a foreign land as he stared at me intently, seemingly trying to figure out who I was!

Muskan!snap put of tour thoughts!

Ya Allah, please help me. How had I not noticed this handsome man before me? And how could I have judged him so cruelly?

He extended his hand towards me, and my eyes widened with fear. I flinched back, and he just stared at me, caught off guard by my actions.

"You thought I would hit you?"He questioned with a pained expression, and I backed away. This reminded me of those belts, and how those people's hands moved slowly as if to say hello...

"I will never hit you, you know," he whispered as he approached, and I wiped away the tears that were flowing.

He really did care—a lot. Did he not?

"Do not fear me in that way," he said, pausing as I watched him in silence.

My spouse had numerous facets to his personality.

Life after marriage is not simple.

He tried to reassure me and Innoddede, saying, "I am mad at you and I am extremely mad but I will not ever hurt you physically you are safe here." I was too attached to him to be disloyal.

"Please give me one chance," I requested again.

"Just once, and this is the last time, do not mess up," he warned, wiping my tears away with his fingers.

"Thank you," I said, and then noticed him take something out of his bag.

He removed the same bracelet for his friend. If it was for his friend, why did he show it to me? Why did he ask me?

"Today your father is coming for dinner, and he will sleep here so you can spend enough time with him," he told me, and my face lit up.

I thanked him, and we both stood silently.

"I can not even stay mad at you for long," he admitted, and I raised an eyebrow in surprise. What exactly did he mean by that?

"Why did you not just text me once?"He asked in hushed tones, and I was speechless, staring at him. Figuring him out.

Did he actually wait for my text? What happened to the grumpy Imad? Is he the real him?

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked, and I simply shook my head.

What's wrong with me ? especially with me standing before him?

He put a golden bracelet on my wrist and said, "I am just trying this on you; if it fits you, it means it will fit her." I grinned, but I knew it was not meant for me.

"That is for you," he explained.

As I was about to remove my wrists, a hand stopped me. I was about to question him, but a ringing interrupted our thoughts, and Imad picked up his phone.

"What? "He roared in a harsh voice and stood up, pacing back and forth. I just stared at his sudden change of behavior; I would never seen him this angry.

"Imad?"I tried to ask him, but the look he gave me made me shut my mouth; he simply stared at me blankly.

"Have you gone through my office today?"He asked me in a cold, expressionless voice, and I gulped, unable to meet his eyes.