Blossom

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⚜️ Z A R A H P O V ⚜️When will he come back? Is he okay? Is he hurt? All those questions ran through my mind. Every morning for the past couple of days, I have been waking up alone in bed. The feeling of loneliness hit me once again.

The house was silent. Everyone was busy doing what they are doing. I just sitting in bed, looking out the window. I feel as if he doesn’t like me, or he married me because of pity. I don’t want anyone else’s pity. All I want is love, for someone to hug me and tell me how much they love me. I guess his work was more important than me. Maybe we should stay as a friend. Nothing more. That way, I won’t get any hurt. 

Yeah, that sounds good. 

“Can I come in?” knocked Sofia on the door.

Whipping the tears away from me, I answered, “yeah. “

“Why didn’t you come to University today? What’s wrong?” she questioned, taking the seat next to me.

“To be honest, I am worried about him. It has been three weeks since he left—no text, calls. I am getting worried,” I answered, wiping my tears away.

“Don’t worry about him. He is fine, and besides, he texted me the day he left,” she assured, rubbing my back in comfort. 

“What?! Why didn’t you tell me about that?” I jumped up from my seat.

“He told me not to,” she said. 

“Why hasn’t he called yet? Did you get any calls from him?” I questioned, worried something terrible might have happened to him.

“Nah, and stop worrying too much. What if something happened to you because of the amount of stress you are putting in your body? Ahmed bhai won’t like that at all,” she addressed, pinching my cheeks. 

“But I can’t help it. I am worried about Ahmed,” I sigh in defeat, slumping down on the bed.

“Oh, my God!! Are you...are you in love with bhai? Aww, that is so cute,” she squealed out, clapping her hands in excitement, “look at your face! It’s running bright red!”

I slapped my hand over my face, covering it. How can Sofia talk about these things so casually? I narrowed my eyes at her, shaking my head at her. 

“Shut up. It’s not that; I am just worried about Ahmed, that’s all. There is no love in our life. We are only friends,” I corrected, shaking my head at her childish behavior.

“Friends with benefit,” she mumbled under her breath.

“You shameless child,” I gasped, then threw a pillow at her.

“You know I am right,” she sang out loud.

“Oh, you shut up,” I said.

“You know I am right, and you’re mad that I am right,” she sang, running down the stairs.

“I swear when I get my hands on you, I will kill you, Sofia,” I threatened, trailing behind her. 

“Zoya is in love! Zoya is in love,” she screamed out at the top of her lung. Can this girl be any louder? Why is she screaming like a monkey? 

“Shut you, Sofia!” I growled out loud.

“And who might my dear wife be in love with?” questioned a strong deep voice. 

“Bhai!” screamed Sofia, running past me. He laughed as she tackled him into a tight hug.

She leaned into his ear and whispered something before walking away, leaving us alone. Oh, how much I hate her for leaving me with this devil! I didn’t dare to look him in the eyes. I looked anywhere but him.

I am still angry at him for leaving me like this. I mean, who the hell leaves their wife the first week of their marriage without a note or anything. I was confused and worried at the same time. I thought for a second that he left me just like everyone in my family did.

“How are you?” Ahmed asked, crossing his hands over his chest.

I didn’t answer him, but instead, I played with my finger. For some reason, I found it very interesting. I find myself gnawing on the inside of my cheek.

“Giving the silent treatment?” Ahmed softly spoke as if he was afraid that he might scare me, “I thought that you might be pleased seeing my home, but I guess you’re not, so I think that I should leave.”

After he said that, my heart hummed against my chest. I didn’t want him to leave again. I feel alone in this house without him there. It’s like a void, a dark hole. A never-ending dark void that consumes everything, so you’re left feeling nothing. Empty.

When I looked up, I saw him take several steps toward the door. My breath started to go heavy, palm sweaty. The only thing that I did was run. Ran to him. I wrapped my hands around his waist while my face is flat against his back. His back muscle tensed when I touched him.

Spinning around, he pulled me toward him. Bundling his giant hands around my small waist, he peaked my forehead. This is where I belong in his chest.