ZARA P.O.V
After his little but heart breaking confession now we are sitting in car going to his house.
First Affaan then my parents and now him who else is remaining to betray me.? I had left everything to Allah.
I don't want to cry again I have to be strong. I will fulfill all my duties as his wife and mother of his son. I will do everything to keep him happy. Because in the end he is one one who accepted me.
"We are here." he told me as he parked the car. I just nodded and walked out without waiting for him.
The house was beautiful white in colour. It was not as huge as the one in Pakistan but neither it was small. I went towards the main door after admiring the house from outside I wonder how it will look from inside.
He came beside me and rang the doorbell without even glancing at me. A woman in her mid forties opened the door with a smile plastered on her face which soon disappeared.
In the next moment I was engulfed into a bone crushing hug. "Hina where were you dear we missed you.." she whispered hugging me.
Why on the earth she thinks that I am Hina..??
"Her name is Zara. And she can never be our Hina." Ayaan said bitterly. That woman pulled away and started to look at me up and down.
"Where is Hamza.?" Ayaan asked that woman again making her look away from me.
"In his nursery." He disappeared in the hallway.
"I am so sorry dear. You looks like Hina but she was healthier than you. She was a great woman. When I saw you I thought you are Hina. By the way my name is Anne I am care taker of this house and Hamza." she apologized.
"Its okay please don't be sorry." I smiled at her.
"Lets go inside now. Otherwise you will freeze." I nodded my head and followed her inside.
"Who are you to Ayaan..??" She asked me out of nowhere.
"I am.." I was interrupted by Ayaan.
"She is my wife. If you are done with your interrogation Anne so please cook something for dinner. And Zara it will be better if you will come and see our room." With that said he walked away.
"Don't worry dear he is a good man. He just need sometime. Trust me he will come around. And he will be the best husband you can ever ask for." she caressed my cheeks lovingly and went into the kitchen.
In shaa Allah...
I let out a huge sigh and made my way towards the stairs that's when I heard a baby crying.
I didn't knew what to do. Babies are my weakness I can't see them crying. Mustering up some courage I walked towards the room and went inside.
The baby was laying down in the craddle crying his eyes out. I rushed towards him. I was awestruck by his cuteness. When he saw me with his big round eyes he stopped crying and started struggling to sit up.
I was about to pick him up when someone pulled me away harshly which made me slip on the floor with a loud thump.
"Aaahhh." IÂ hissed in pain. I had an old injury on my back and this sudden impact shook me. I looked up only to find Ayaan staring back at me with anger and fury.
"What do you think you were doing..??? Trying to kill my son on the first day itself..???" He yelled at me, making me flinch. I stood up with the help of night stand.
"I...I was.." he didn't even let me explain.
"Stay away from me & my son. OUT NOW..!." I was just standing there and looking at him trying to digest the hurtful words he just uttered.
"I said GET OUT RIGHT NOW." I ran out of the room crying. I can't bare all this. If only Affaan was here. Things would have been so different.
I ran into the first room I came across slamming the door shut I sat down on the floor and cried my heart out ignoring the pain. I know I will regret it later.
After 10 minutes it was time for Isha prayer. I wiped my tears and went into the bathroom which was located in the corner. I did my ablution and went out. I needed a prayer so I decided to search for it by myself rather than bothering Ayaan.
The room was simple with less furniture. Their was only a queen sized bed, night stand and a small cupboard.
I started to rummage through the nightstand drawers. My eyes landed on a picture of a beautiful girl wearing black gown. I removed it from the drawer to have a better look.
She got the features same as me but healthier, exactly the way Anne explained.
"I think... I think she is Hina." I muttered to myself gazing at her picture.
"What are you doing here.??" I hid the picture back in drawer hurriedly and turned towards Ayaan who was standing on the doorway.
"I...I...actually Iwassearchingforprayerrug." I told him in one breath. I was afraid that he heard me or seen me with his wife picture.
He looked confused then a small smile formed on his lips. He came inside and opened the cupboard. He pulled out a prayer rug and handes it to me. I took it immediately. He left the room without a word.
I placed my hand on my racing heart. "He didn't saw anything." I thanked Allah and started my salah.
I asked Allah for forgiveness of my sins which I did knowingly or unknowingly and to make everything work between me & Ayaan. I prayed for his son and his well being. I asked Allah to make me part of their life with whom they will feel complete.
After offering my Salah Anne called us for dinner.
Dinner went in silence it was only Anne who was blabbering things about Hamza.
After helping Anne with the dishes. I went upstairs into the room Ayaan instructed me to. I changed into my pjs and long pink tshirt and tied my hair into ponytail. I decided to watch something on television because sleep was nowhere near.
I went downstairs to find Ayaan playing with Hamza. I stopped in my track and just admired the scene infront of me. I love the way he was smiling and making funny faces for Hamza.
Hamza was giggling making Ayaan laugh. I smiled at the site which swelled my heart with an unknown feeling.
Suddenly Ayaan looked at me my smile disappeared and my cheeks heated up in embarrassment. He smiled at me and gestured me to sit with them. I rubbed my hand in nervousness as I went towards them.
I sat beside Ayaan when Hamza saw me he started struggling to come to me. I looked up at Ayaan afraid that he will yell at me, but this time he slightly pushed Hamza towards me.
I took him immediately and started kissing him all over his face at which Hamza giggled. I love babies more than anything. They are the most pure and cutest creature in this sinister world.
"I am sorry." Ayaan brought me back from my little world.
"Its okay." I smiled at him. Hamza was playing with my finger ring.
"I don't trust you still. I can't give my son to anyone just like that. I don't want to lose him like I lost my wife. I hope you understand." I just nodded my head.
He continued "Hamza likes you that's the only reason I am allowing you near him. He is the only reason I am alive. I live for him and only him. You can play with Hamza but remember you can never be his mother nor my wife." ouch that hurts.
But I just nodded and looked down back. Hamza suddenly started to pull my chain which Affaan had given to me on the day of our engagement.
I looked at it as tears blurred my vision. "What happened..?? why are you crying..??" Ayaan asked me worried.
I handed Hamza back to him and removed the chain from my neck. I went towards the window and threw it out.
Ayaan came towards me with Hamza in his arms. He wiped my tears and hugged me awkwardly with his free hand.
"Everything will be fine. We can't be husband and wife but we can be friends. You can share anything with me." he whispered in my ears making me shiver.
Hamza started giving me sloppy kisses on my face which made me smile. I took him from Ayaan and went into our room with Ayaan in tow.
I sat on the bed with Hamza and started to play with him. After sometime he fell asleep in my lap. I looked at Ayaan who was sitting on the couch and working on his laptop.
I smiled and closed my eyes. Ahamdulillah everything is getting better between us.