Above pic is how you can imagine Kamran...

Fiza waited for her suitcase and almost sprinted to her bag the moment it showed up. She was about to pick it up when someone on her left tried to help her pick it up. She jumped and looked up to find a tall guy smiling at her. "May I help?" Fiza got extremely confused and blinked before shaking her head.

"I will do...it." She got quite confused about her accent. The guy took a few steps back and she picked up her bag before asking a female for the exit. "Where...can I..." It wasn't every day she was communicating with anyone in English.

"How may I help you, girl?" The security asked. "The exit?" Her voice came out in a whisper and she had her hands trembling. There were a lot of people and the place was a whole lot different than she was used to.

The guard guided her to the exit and she nodded a little before walking out. She got her papers back in her handbag and got the picture of her husband out. She had been told that he would be waiting for her but there was no one. She had an address and a number for his place but had no money to hail a cab. The roads were wide and had a lot more commotion during this time of the day.

She tried to give herself some time to look around. Many were coming to drop their loved ones and many were leaving or hailing a cab. Few had flowers in their hands and seemed to be waiting for someone dear to them. For a second she wonders what her husband would be like. What kind of work does he do? She knew nothing about him. Nothing at all.

"Hey, honey!" A woman came out running and jumped on a man who had been standing with flowers in his hands. Fiza couldn't help the smile and wondered if Kamran will be the kind of man coming with flowers. The minutes turned into an hour. During this time Fiza noticed the same boy walking out too. He did stop to look at her but had his family waiting for him too.

Fiza didn't have a watch with her. But she could see the time on a digital watch on one of the walls outside the airport. She was tired of standing but decided to stay put. For a moment she wonders if no one will come to pick her up. She wonders why Parveen didn't give her any money. She could call on the number she had for Kamran or drink water at least. By the second hour, she had her throat stuffy. She didn't know what to do standing here. Every new car, truck or taxi coming had her hopes high. Any man looking a little Indian or Muslim around the age of her husband had her heart dreading. At this point, she wanted him here no matter what.

"Hey, can you step aside? You have been standing here for so long. Who are you?" One of the guards approached her and she got horrified. "I...I...waiting for my husband." She didn't know why she had a tear escaping her eye. "Who is your husband? What's his name? Do you have any identity for him?" Fiza tried to look around hoping he appears right away.

She rubbed the sweat off her face before she said. "Slow...please talk slowly?" She requested and the guard tried to speak slowly. "His name? Address? Phone number?" The guard made the hand sign too. "Yes, I have a phone number." She was embarrassed by her accent. She got the paper out and he looked at the number before looking at her.

"Come to the office with me. And, call him. You want to do that?" Fiza only blinked and looked at him scared before the guard said it all slowly and she agreed. "Oh please," She nodded and felt exactly like she would be sent into the principal office for something she is blamed for.

They only dialled the number and got her the phone. Fiza looked at the phone for a moment before she took it. The phone rang a few more times before someone picked it up. "Mr Kennedy's office, how can I help you?" It was said in an accent that Fiza couldn't pick it and got really confused. It had to be Kamran or what else she was to do.

"Kamran? Kamran Wajahat? I am...I am..." Fiza was shivering at this point and looked up to notice frustrated guards who meant help but couldn't do much about her state.

The same guard asked her to give him the phone and Fiza gave him the phone before looking at her handbag. She seemed puzzled and out of place. "We have a girl here who is given this number to contact her husband Wajahat Ka...Kam ran..." The guard tried to read the name written before the address." Fiza looked at the guard who nodded a few times before he looked at Fiza.

"His shift will go on for two more hours and he won't be here before that. And, given this place? It might take him more than three hours." The guard said but when Fiza only looked at him clueless before he said it all slowly again. "God, this is so frustrating." The other guard said and Fiza slowly got up only for him to say. "You want some water? Water?" The guard asked and Fiza looked at him pouring a glass of water.

"No." She fumbled with her suitcase before he offered. "You can sit here if you want." Fiza looked at the two men and shook her head. "No, I will go."

She said before dragging her suitcase outside. She wonders how Kamran didn't know about her flight time. He had been told the time of her flight a week ago. Couldn't he take a leave or some time away to pick her up? She wonders what she is to do. She started walking around but not too far from her suitcase. She could feel she wasn't much important to Kamran. Or how could he decide to make her wait for six hours when she had no way to fend for herself?

She was grateful for the guard's kindness but recalled how she didn't even thank him. At least, now she knew there was actually someone Kamran Wajahat and she wasn't married to some ghost. The evening came around but the airport remained a busy spot. She was beyond tired and could break into sobs at any moment now. It had been more than six hours. She had missed her prayers and continued to worry if Kamran was really coming. Now that she had waited for those three hours every extra second was mocking how she was a burden to her husband too.

She had tears in her eyes again but tried her best to keep herself up. A small-sized truck pulled up and she looked at the man getting out. This is what she had been doing for a few hours now. Hoping in case he managed to take a leave to get her sooner.

The man seemed to be in his middle ages and Fiza looked at the picture before looking at him. He looked different but then Fiza knew he had to look different. The man seemed to be looking around too before he caught Fiza looking at him. Fiza looked down at once but when she looked up again she found him coming to her.

The man was tall but lean beyond imagination. He had a huge jacket on that was hanging from his shoulders. His boots seemed rough but then Fiza looked at his face. He had a little unshaven beard while his hair had a little male pattern baldness appearing.

"Fiza?" His voice was gruff and Fiza jumped holding her purse to her chest. She looked at the picture again before looking at him again but before she could say something he got the picture from her hand and smirked. "Yea, it's me."

"I...I am Fiza." Fiza said and he nodded.

"I know. I have seen your picture when your visa was processing," He spoke in Hindi.

Fiza started feeling suffocated. She didn't like how he snatched that picture from her hand. It made her feel at a disadvantage. She wanted to have a look at it again. "That picture..." She started but made Kamran's face extremely distressed.

"I am Kamran Wajahat. Didn't your family tell you this is my twenty-seven-year-old picture?" Her family? She didn't want to give away what her family had done to her so she simply nodded. "I know but let me..."

"If you are waiting here for someone else. You can happily do it. Are you coming with me or not!" He got a little louder at the end and Fiza looked around. She was embarrassed.

"When did I say I am not coming with you?..." But before she could complete Kamran turned around making Fiza look around before she dragged her suitcase following him. "Ka...Ka...Kamran..."

She was breathless and frightened following him. She had her eyes teary. She didn't know what to do if he won't take her with him. It wasn't the way she was expected to see her conversation going with her husband. Fearing he was really leaving her she knocked on the window but getting the window down he told her. "Get the suitcase on the back."

She blinked a little and looked at her heavy suitcase. She didn't know why he was angry. She hadn't said a single word. She secured her suitcase before coming to take the passenger seat beside him. "Disappointed. Aren't you? I am not what you were expecting." He hissed making her cower.

Fiza gulped wondering if she had done something wrong. "I didn't say a word."

"You didn't have to. It's written on your face." Fiza didn't say a word and he got his car out before catching the road. "I...I was told about your age. I wasn't stunned or anything." She finally managed to say but he didn't react. As if he hadn't heard her at all.

They drove for a few minutes before he asked, "Why did you agree to marry me? Was your family poor? Didn't have the dowry or are you an orphan?"

"Why does it matter? I am your wife now."

"It does matter. So, I know what to tell you when you forget why you are here in the first place." The words weren't less than a dagger to her heart. She wonders what she can do to make it easy for her. Because looking at him wasn't helping at all. She couldn't imagine that this man was her husband. And, the fact that she didn't have any friends and relatives here added to her vulnerability. And, she was so much aware of it now waiting for six hours straight for him. She hadn't asked for a good husband in her prayers but she didn't imagine her husband someone like him. His clothes had spots all over. And, she can tell he hadn't taken a bath recently.

She couldn't help a little sob but the moment she took notice of her mistake she rubbed her eyes in an instant. "Look, if you think I had asked a girl this young as you. You are wrong. I wanted someone who could cook and clean for me. I am done with this women's agenda in the West. But looking at you I know what is coming. You don't want to be kept by me. Do you?" Each word was an attack on her chastity. But this is what had been going on since Abhan had left her. Fiza didn't know how to answer this and only gulped before asking. "What did I do? Why do you think..."

"Look at you?" Fiza was breathing heavily at this point when she tried to manage. "I...I knew about your age when I was travelling all the way to you. I..."

"Did you when you said yes to my proposal? Oh yea, you must have gotten too excited hearing about the US. And, now you are realizing what mistake you have made?" Fiza wonders what he was expecting appearing in such a state. Of course, she was bound to be stunned.

"Tell me? This is it, right? Wanted to come to the US only? What should we do now? Should I divorce you?" Fiza couldn't help jumping.

"No, look? This is an arranged marriage. From where I belong my family takes all the decisions for me. I don't know what I did to make you offended but I don't want to upset you. I was waiting for you for the last six hours standing and I got scared. I didn't even know if you were really coming to pick me up..." Fiza looked up and he only had his focus on the road. "...you don't have to worry about keeping me. I will be loyal to you. I promise..." This made him look at her and Fiza instantly looked down. Kamran couldn't help but smile. 

She looked too vulnerable at his mercy. He wonders how he got so lucky. He now wanted someone he can control but he didn't expect her to be this young and beautiful. 

And, he wonders when was the last time when he had heard any girl say this to him when she stated. "...if you want me to clean and cook. I can do it for you. But..." She had her eyes filled with tears when she inhaled sharply to complete. "...please don't divorce me. My family..." She sobbed a little more before starting. "...they won't accept me again. They will say it is all my fault. And, who knows who they marry me to the next time? I...think I can make it work with you. I will never disappoint you. I..." She didn't know what to say. But she didn't want the only man she knew here angry at her. If he decides to leave her on the road she didn't have anywhere to go. These last six hours had traumatized her beyond imagination.

"Oh, I remember Asif telling me you were divorced. But you didn't have consummated your marriage with him, right? I mean you weren't sent off with him." The discomfort on Fiza's face was apparent. She didn't reply and he punched the steering. "I asked you something!" Fiza jumped and nodded. "Yea, yea, you have heard it right."

This made him hold her wrist and Fiza gasped. "If I get to know that you are not a virgin. And, you did something you weren't supposed to do with your ex-husband. I am not going to be a great sight. Look, I know it was all legal. But I want the truth. Did you love him? Did you do it with him?"

"I didn't. I didn't." Fiza was quick to respond and tried to get her hand free but he refused to leave.

"You didn't love him, right?" Kamran asked again all the while putting a little more pressure on her wrist and Fiza whimpered. "No, I didn't."

"Good," He smiled before getting his hand up to her face. It took everything in Fiza not to move his hand away. It felt rough, cold and dry.

"I like it when you said you will stay loyal to me. I totally believe you, Fiza. A girl who listens to her family is a good girl. And, you are a good girl, right? You did a good thing." Fiza gulped a little and he rubbed her tear with his thumb before telling her. "No, more tears for you. Your family did a good thing. It is better that women are married you know. Under a man's protection, I can take care of you here. If you stay loyal to me. I will keep you happy and safe. Or what is this world without a man to protect you? But you didn't tell me why your last husband divorced you?" Fiza didn't know why he asked about Abhan all of a sudden. She didn't know why but she didn't want him to discuss Abhan with her.

"I don't know."

"Why don't you know? I mean there must have been a reason. Or what stupid will leave a slice of meat like you?" Fiza was mortified listening to him.

"I really don't know. It was my family's decision too. And, my family and I really don't know why they broke off the..."

"Well, lucky for me, I guess." Fiza finally let her breath go. And, wondered how long they had to drive to get to his place. The traffic got dense before he pulled in front of a huge building. Noticing him getting out she opened the door and was about to get her suitcase when he appeared to get her suitcase for her. Fiza got her hand ahead to get the suitcase but he smiled before telling her. "From the next time wait for me to open the door for you." Fiza looked at him strangely but couldn't return his smile.

She walked after him holding her handbag while he took a flight of stairs before they got to their floor. "This is our apartment." Kamran got the keys out.

Kamran opened the door for her to get in while Fiza got extremely cautious. The place was reeking with alcohol and cigarettes, dirty laundry and a mount of garbage and rotting dishes on the kitchen top. There was laundry everywhere on the couch and he couldn't help smiling. "This is what happens when you have a twelve-hour long shift. I know you will take care of it. Won't you?" Fiza didn't react while Kamran passed her to drop his suitcase near the couch. "I..." She was too tired to even move a finger but offered. "...should I start the cleaning now?"

"No, you can do it when I leave for my shift. For now..." He walked to her and Fiza blinked wondering what? But then realization got the best of her. She couldn't help taking a step back but Kamran only smiled holding her arms in his hands. "...is the time to become a good wife."

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