Hello, this is my first on ZaYa :) I usually take time to adapt to characters so am surprised too, various ideas and conversations were playing in my mind over the weekend, and I decided to pen one of them down. Hope You Enjoy :D
Edit: Some may know me as TheWandmaker, changed username just today :)
Married to her
Zain Abdullah stood in the passageway staring at his bedroom door, knowing that the reason he stood here not wanting to enter his very own room was at the other side of the door.
Aliya, his wife. He frowned, unable to comprehend the absurdity of the very thought, Wife?
Blood rushed to his face, as he tried to fight his anger. Aliya had broken her promise she could have stopped it all from happening, but she didn't. He wanted to yell at her, accuse her for betraying his trust but he couldn't.
There was nothing he could do now, the marriage had happened. She was his phuppi's daughter and he had promised to take care of her. Aliya may have broken her promise but he wouldn't. He was not like her and this; he decided will be the guilt she would have to live with for all her life now.
With this last thought, he reluctantly turned the doorknob and entered his room.
It was his room; dark blue walls, light dimmed, spacious wooden bed, coffee black couch, brown flooring and a murky grey rug. His white cupboard covered an entire side of the wall, his classic CD collections adorned one corner yet what made his room entirely different was Aliya changed into her night clothes standing by the bedside table placing her jewelry in a small box. He was hoping she would have fallen asleep by now.
Aliya looked up having heard Zain enter the room, there he stood in his casual jeans and shirt, having come back home after a long day out. She had been hoping he was fine. He looked fine but his eyes; she noticed how they hardened when they met her sight. She wondered if his heart had gone the same.
He turned away from her and headed towards his closet hoping for a refreshing bath to shed the stress off his body.
Aliya's gaze followed Zain's each movement; she knew he was stressed and restless, she could feel anger emanate from within him. Should she be the first to break this silence? She knew he wouldn't listen to anything she had to say with an open mind. Saying anything might unleash his anger. He never turned nor did he pause as he continued to rummage through his cupboard, the neatly piled clothes had already turned into a mess. Aliya felt she couldn't breathe anymore. Her day at the mansion had given her the hope of bonding with a few people in the family, making it through the situation, but Zain. His hostile behavior was killing her. She was his culprit; she had forced herself in his life by not only agreeing to the marriage but also saying yes for the marriage on his behalf to her father. She had broken her promise while he had trusted her. She had betrayed his trust. Even now he had to go through her presence in his room and he had not even spoken a word all this while.
Zain seemed to have found the clothes he was looking for, as he shut the door to his cupboard and began to head towards the washroom.
'Zain-' Aliya began feeling helpless surprised at her own choked voice.
'It's late' he cut across abruptly without bothering to look at her 'and I am too tired to have a conversation with you'
'I am sorry' she continued nevertheless. 'I am sorry I broke my promise. You have to understand-'
'Really Aliya?' he asked in disbelief as he turned to face her. Her tears caught him off-guard.
'I said I am tired' he grumbled in an unruly voice and left her in her state as he headed to the washroom. Had he last night in that dreaded moment, when he was in her room to get his mobile, on seeing her tears walked out just like today, things would have been different. He thought frustrated in the process banging the door shut.
Aliya felt shaken as the door banged hard, she strengthened her resolve to speak to him when would be ready to listen with a calm mind. He had every right to be angry, she knew that.
She glanced around the room, wondering what she was to do. Should she take the couch?
Her mind and heart rebelled. She was his wife now. They were married. It wouldn't be right. Heaving a sigh she climbed onto the bed, her body ached and she realized how exhausted the past day's events had made her.
It was only yesterday that she had dressed up in her bridal clothes looking forward to a future with someone else. It felt like a dream, it had only been a day and her life had made a complete change. She was in Mumbai far away from her parents, in her Mamu's house, in Zain's room. Was this all a dream? It was too real to be a dream. The soft mattress felt soothing as she curled on one side of the bed pulling the blanket over her head; she could hear the shower running. Would he take long? Should she wait for him? He would definitely be calm after a shower. She could speak to him then. Her eyelids felt heavy as they slowly closed, her mind still working as the events of last night played out, the soft crease on her forehead slowly faded as she further went into her deep slumber, her mind at peace.
Zain now dry and changed into his comfort clothes stepped into his room only to find Aliya sleeping soundly at one side of his...bed? He gulped turning his gaze away. This was not just his room anymore, not just his bed anymore.
He could only hardly notice her sleeping form within the blanket, was she feeling cold? He wondered. Instincts told him to grab a pillow and take the couch, yet he couldn't fathom over the fact that this was his room, his bed and wasn't she his wife now? Hadn't she chosen this? He grabbed another blanket from his cupboard and a few cushions that he threw in the middle of the bed hoping not to cross the distance in his sleep, as he took the other side. He found it hard to believe that this was real. His mind and body protested against each other. His mind was working on the past events. He shunned away all the thoughts. He was tired. His eyes felt heavy and sleep overtook him.
He was in Bangkok partying with his friends, grooving to some music, his phone was ringing in an annoying loud tone. He felt bitter as he took it out from his pocket, it was his father calling. He had to attend it. He headed out of the party hall, when suddenly everything went black. Pitch black. His phone was ringing, he could hear it, but where was it? He tried to look around, yet he couldn't even see his own hands.
Zain woke up with a start, his mind a mess as the last of the dream left him. He glanced at the watch and was surprised that it was 2 in the morning; it had only been an hour to him having fallen asleep. Aliya- her thought crossed his mind. Could it all have been a dream? He turned hopeful only to see her sleeping form present in his bed. It was real. She was here.
He heaved a sigh rubbing his face with his palms. 'Stupid dream' he muttered hoping to fall asleep once again.
He turned and shifted in his bed. A feeling of unease settled in him, and he immediately knew the root cause, he glanced at Aliya again buried within the blankets. It was hardly cold, wasn't she feeling suffocated? He frowned, well if not her, he definitely felt suffocated seeing her face stuffed under the blankets like that.
How could she breathe!? Was she trying to kill herself and pin it on him? May be that was her plan to make him rot in prison. No he knew he was being ridiculous
Even though he was every inch close to killing her in his heart, but that was it!
Careful not to wake her, he held the blanket sliding it down to shoulder length, her face half visible, he noticed her breathe and felt oddly comfortable himself.
He turned away to face the wall and closed his eyes, easily falling asleep once again.
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