Their First Date Or Disaster Part One.

Getting To Know Hayat Better.

Hayat's Pov

Living in Sameera and Zahir's house isn't something I wanted for myself especially when I am a married woman. But the same married woman whose husband treats her as a stranger.

I have no idea what I have done to deserve this from him. I am by myself trying to get my memories back but nothing is happening.

I keep coming up with the name Azaan over and over again. Like a mantra.

I have to keep myself busy as I was given time to heal by the school principal.

Teaching is what I love to do and I would rather go back to school and teach rather than stay home doing nothing other than being idle.

As I was about to make myself something to eat, I heard the doorbell ring.

Who could it be?

Sameera and Zahir are at work and they won't be home until a little later.

I walked to the door and asked who it was. I was shocked to hear that it was Aayan.

What is he doing here? He hasn't visited me since I left the hospital and that's when he demanded to drive me to Sameera's house. I then opened the door to let him in. Thankfully I still have my hijab on as I didn't take it off.

"Asalam Aleikum, Hayat. How are you doing?", he asks me.

"Waleikum salaam. Am good alhamdullilah", I greeted him back as I led him to the living room.

I was curious as to why he was here. But I didn't say anything to him but waited for him to say something.

"I need to talk to you, it's important," he tells me taking a seat on the sofa. He then motioned me to sit next to him.

I took a sit on the other chair facing him and waited for him to talk.

"I want you to come back home with me. To our house. It hasn't been the same ever since that day of the accident. I....."

Before he could continue, I needed to ask him an important question that had been bothering me.

"Who is Azaan?", I asked him. His face turned to a surprised one when I mentioned the name Azaan.

"He is my...our son", he says to me.

I immediately got a flashback when he said that.

"He is mine. My son, mine. Not yours. Do you understand?", he tells me angrily. "Next don't you repeat that he is your son. He isn't yours"...

"Hayat, are you alright?", he asks me bringing me out of my flashback.

All I could do was nod.

Why did he tell me that? Did I do something wrong for him to tell me that he isn't and will never be my son?

"I remember...

Aayan's Pov.

"I remember you telling that; "He is mine. My son, mine. Not yours. Do you understand?", he tells me angrily. "Next don't you repeat that he is your son? He isn't yours"...

I was ashamed when she said that. At any time she would get her memory back and maybe she would never forgive me for the words I said to her.

"Did I do anything to you that you said that to me? Was I a bad mother that you said that he isn't mine but only yours?", she asks me with tears coming out of her eyes.

The pain in her eyes was visible to me because I caused it.

It is no one's fault but mine.

I couldn't tell her that what had happened was because she saved Azaan and the accident was meant for her.

Someone was trying to hurt her by paying someone to run over her. But they didn't expect Azaan to be there with her.

Azaan wasn't the target, she was.

And the accident was planned by someone but no one knows who is it as they are hidden.

"No, you are the best mother that he has ever known. Azaan is my son with my first wife Zainab. Unfortunately, she died almost six years ago when Azaan was only two years old. We got married almost seven months now. You live with me and Azaan at our house", I explained to her what she needed to know. I didn't want to overwhelm her with details of the accident.

"Can I see him, please?", she asks wiping her tears.

If I had known that Azaan would bring her back, I would have brought him with me but he is with my parents.

"Yes, you can. I will bring him tomorrow In shaa Allah". I tell her making her smile.

Zahir was right. I should try and make our marriage work and try to open my heart again. Hayat deserves all the happiness in the world. She is pure.

"Would you like to go to the funfair with me? If that's okay with you", I ask her. It was part of the change that I am making for her and myself.

"I would love to. But what about Zahir and Sameera?", she tells me.

I knew that she would be asking about them, but thankfully before coming here. I already told them of the plans with Hayat and they agreed for me to take her to the funfair after a long lecture from Sameera.

"I already told them before asking you. So its okay for you to come with me as they also will come home late from their work", I explained to her.

She nodded and went to get ready. In about five minutes, she came out wearing a white hijab that complimented her outfit.

Looking at her Converse shoes.

"I could wear something else....." she says looking at her shoes.

I smiled at her shaking my head and telling her that she didn't need to change.

We walked out of the door and got into my car. I started the car while trying to make any type of conversation as it was getting awkward.

"How did we meet?", she asks me.

I explained to her about our first meeting and how Azaan called her mamma before we got married. I looked over to see her face, and all I saw was a smile when I told her about Azaan.

She must love Azaan more than anything. Giving her and myself this chance is the better option rather than letting her go. I can't bear to lose either her or Azaan. She pulled me to the light. I was in darkness for all these years. Thank you, Hayat. I will try my best to be the best husband to you In shaa Allah.

When we arrived at the funfair, I parked the car and then walked out. Hayat started moving towards the ticket booth but I stopped her as I already bought the tickets.

"Let's go in. I have the tickets", I tell her holding her hand. She nodded and followed me inside.

Her face lit up when she saw what was in front of her.

"Before I forget, thank you for bringing me here. It has been a while since I came here. The last time I was here when my mother was dignosed with Cancer", she says to me smiling. "I am not sad because I was happy with the times that I had spent with her. So thank you, Aayan", she added.

"You are most welcome, Hayat. First, we have to go there", I tell her pointing at the merry-go-round that was high off the ground. It was one of my favourite rides when I used to come here with Zahir and a few friends.

"Aayan, you go ahead. I will stay here waiting for you", she says looking at the ride. I knew that she was afraid of it but I was there to make sure that she was safe.

"Don't worry, I will be by your side. I promise. So let's go", I held her hand and we moved towards the ride.

"Fine, but if I fall, I will let Sameera deal with you", she says pointing her finger at my chest.

"Deal but if you don't fall you will move back home with me and Azaan", I tell her giving her my hand to shake.

"Fine, deal. Let's go".

As we headed towards the ride and stood in the line waiting for our turn what we didn't know was that someone was watching us and reporting everything to someone else.

Having such a feeling makes you doubt what you are about to do but I didn't want to make Hayat anxious because of my suspicions.

In shaa Allah I will make you safe even if it's the last thing I will ever do.

I pull her close to me making her raise her eyebrows asking me what is the matter.

I shook my head and walked to get on the ride. I sat next to her pulling her closer to me.

"Aayan, it seems you are nervous about losing. What's the matter?", she teased me. I couldn't tell her that what I had suspected or who I was suspecting to be behind all of this was someone closer to her.

"No, am not. And I don't lose sorry Mrs. Muhsin. But your husband never loses", I tell her making her blush.

As the ride started, I could feel that something wrong was going to happen to us.

I needed a way to stop the ride and save everyone.

Unknown Pov.

"They are heading to the ride now. Yes everything is in place. Ready to blow", he tells me making me smile.

Finally, I can get my revenge on her for what she has done to me. Poor Hayat, Poor Aayan your precious baby boy will be an orphan.

"Good. Tell them to make it fly", I tell him, and then I hang up the phone.

Jealousy can make someone kill another person. But what if you can get the same thing by working hard for it? If there's a will there will always be a way If there isn't a way try and make one or improvise one. Jealousy is poison to the heart and someone's life. Be happy with what you have because someone else is struggling to get where you are.