Oh no

I awkwardly sat across from the people I didn't want to see in my life ever again, Javaria, my aunt, and my uncle. 

Asad sat beside me with a confused look "I'm sorry what are you doing here again?" Asad asked them. When he opened the door, he was met with a crying Javaria and my aunt and uncle, they didn't say anything and just entered sitting down on our sofa.

"A-aabid and I had a fight." She sobbed harder and my aunt wrapped her arms around her "Okay, why are you here in Canada though?" My aunt started talking "You and Aabid are close, convince him not to divorce my daughter." 

I looked over at Asad who was frowning and staring at his watch "Me and him are not close, now if you excuse me I have a match to get to." He picked up his bag and lunchbox and without another word left. 

It was just me, my uncle, and my aunt. Soojin was staying in a hotel because she couldn't handle being around Sabha lately, Rabia and I visit her everyday and the girls are planning to go back to Pakistan after Sabha get's better. 

Rabia was over there right now, I was about to go but then Asad made me stay back because he didn't like the food I had packed for him. 

I should have gone with her

Javaria wiped her tears and my aunt turned to me "Rayyana, how are you and Asad doing?" I calmed down myself and tried not to show off the fact that Asad and I are miserable together, I honestly think those kisses mean nothing to him. 

I mean nothing to him

"We're doing amazing Alhumdililah." Javaria scoffed "Don't lie Rayyana, it's obvious that you and Asad aren't doing fine." I smiled at her "If that's what you think." I finished with a shrug Want something to drink?" I got up and walked to the kitchen not bothering to stay for there response.

I came back with orange juice and water. "Divorce him." I put the tray on the table and sat down on the sofa, putting a leg on top of the other "And why would I do that?" I calmly stated my hands folded in my lap. 

They were driving me crazy. This is exactly why I wanted to come back to Canada, to avoid them. 

"Because Javaria deserves to live in a house like this, and be the wife of a famous cricket player's, not an... orphan." I sat there staring at them before bursting out laughing. 

"Ohhh phupho, don't forget that you yourself are an orphan." My grandma had died when my dad was 3 and my grandpa had died years ago, I was crushed when he left because he stayed with us ever since I was born. 

He was my first and last boy best friend. 

My dad including him were 4 siblings, my aunt here in Canada, my aunt I'm talking to now, and my uncle in Pakistan. None of them wanted to take care of my grandpa so he lived with us, my aunt that lives in Canada used to hate it when we needed her to take care of my grandpa at times. 

None of them deserved him, My family and I did. When he passed away, he passed away in Pakistan and none of the siblings besides my dad cried. My dad, my mom, and I were the only ones crying and missing him everyday.

Not them. 

That was one of the reasons why I hated them. 

"Asad and I may not be on good terms right now, but me and him belong together. And besides, you only want Asad because he's rich no? Well Mashallah so is Aabid, what's so wrong with him?"

Even though I want to leave Asad, this is not the way. How dare my aunt even come here and tell me to divorce my husband and give him to my cousin? How the hell does that even work?!

"Aabid and I don't match, and besides he's losing his company soon." My eyes widened and I suddenly felt angry, furious even. 

"So this was all about money." Javaria huffed "Obviously, have you seen me? I deserve someone rich and famous."

"Your a bitch, you know that?" My uncle jumped up "SHUT UP RAYYANA, DON'T TALK TO MY DAUGHTER THAT WAY." I laughed at him "No uncle you don't get to say that do you? Why are you still together anyway?"

I turned to my aunt, "I was there for you when he cheated on you, I was there for you when your own fucking daughter wasn't there. I needed you, no one can take my mom's place in my heart but you could have at least tried to give me that feeling of a mother's."

I didn't want to cry but a traitor tear rolled down my cheek "I have this hole in my heart that I thought would have been filled when you offered to take me in. But you both are honestly phony's." 

I bit my lip willing myself to calm down "I said this once and I'll say it again, my parent's were nice enough to forgive all the pain you and your sibling's gave them they may have forgiven you but I haven't and never will." 

I got up wiping my tears, I opened the front door and pointed outside "Please leave, and don't ever think of coming back." They all stayed sitting there before slowly getting up, one by one they all left but before I could close the door Javaria turned back to me 

"I will get Asad whither you like it or not."

"Permission to kill?" Sabha said to me clutching onto her glass cup, I shook my head at her and gently took the cup from her hands.

"Who the hell does she think she is?" Rabia angrily yelled, I shushed her and reminded her we were in a hospital. 

"Don't worry guys, Asad won't fall into her trap." I said but as the words left my mouth I felt a bitter taste. Was I lying?

 Probably. 

Hopefully not. 

I sighed and leaned back in my chair defeated "What do I do guys?" Javaria and I were different, and I wasn't just talking about personality's I'm talking about looks. 

Javaria would do anything to dress up and put on makeup, I only dress up when I'm in the mood and please skip the makeup. 

Javaria loves to go outside and hang out with her friends and she loves to travel, I would much rather stay indoors and read a book or play bingo. 

Javaria is outgoing, I'm not. 

Javaria is pretty, I'm not. 

Javaria has parents, I don't. 

Maybe Javaria and Asad do belong together. 

"You need to talk to him Rayyana, you need to make him like you." I had told the girls the truth about our marriage, I told them about the photo's and the threats and let's just say I had to strap them down. 

Well, Rabia anyway. "I don't know how! This marriage is only so his parent's can get off his back for being a cricket player. This marriage is to show them that even a cricket player can have a settle down life. They call me everyday to ask me how I'm doing and they give subtle hints that they don't want us to divorce." 

I was stuck, and I didn't know who to turn too. Me and Asad clearly don't belong together, my soulmate was out there somewhere and I was betraying him.

Hopefully when we meet he will forgive me, but for now I have to deal with the devil.

Asad's POV

"I'll see what I can do Aabid." I mumbled into the phone, my teammates all looked around at me while packing up. I was angry already, the referee had fouled me even though I didn't do anything. Because of him and his stupid choice our team lost and now they were mad at me for some fucking reason. 

I looked to the door and saw Amir there looking at me "Aabid I got to go, I'll call you later." I hung up before he could respond, I grumbled and put my phone away. I picked up my bag and left the changing room. 

"Ya know Amir, as a business man shouldn't you spent more time at your company?" Amir rolled his eyes and followed me to my limo. "Sabha's getting better." Amir said excitedly. 

That was all he ever talked about now a days, Sabha, Sabha, and Sabha. "Hm." I mumbled handing my bag to Juan. Suddenly, someone tugged my shirt, I turned around to see 2 girls around Rayyana's age looking at me seductively. 

"Hello sir, can you please sign this?" Then my eyes widened as they took there shirts off and handed it to me, the shirt had my face on them. Thankfully, they had an extra shirt on underneath. 

Amir beside me stiffled a laugh while I angrily glared at them "Sorry, I'm married and the Mrs isn't going to like this." I watched as there faces turned into frowns. 

"Married? Since when?" One of them fucking demanded me "On the date we were married." I grumbled and sat down in my limo indicating Amir to do the same. "Drive." I told Juan as soon as Amir sat down. 

"The Mrs won't like it? Since when did you care about Rayyana?" Amir said with an annoying smirk, I ignored him and looked out the window. Ever since Rayyana broke down in my arms I had felt different things for her. 

Seeing her in pain made me in pain, and it made me think about the photos. Rayyana had ripped up the only copies of the photos, I haven't saved them anywhere but she doesn't need to know that. 

Rayyana was changing me, and I didn't like it one bit. 

"I don't." I said and Amir just said "uh huh." and then he continued talking about Sabha.

"Thanks Juan." I said closing the limo door, I was about to go inside the apartment building when I felt someone touch me. 

I groaned and turned around to yell at the fan when I stopped. 

"Javaria?"

Urdu Translation-

Alhumdililah- Praise to god

Phupho-Aunt

Mashallah-Appreciation