Chapter 20 (Fida's POV)

(continuation from last chapter)

He is flying tomorrow, and he is mentioning it today. Unbelievable!

"Don't you think you are telling me about it too early?" I said sarcastically.

He is in the shower. He won't be hearing my rant.

"God! have you packed? How are you travelling tomorrow if you haven't packed yet?" I continued, looking around the room if he have packed anything.

There was no suitcase on sight, no sign of clothes or other things he needed to pack anywhere. It was stressing me out.

"Irfaaaaan!" I dragged his name in frustration.

"WHAT?" He shouted from the shower. The water is turned off. So, he can hear me now.

"I don't know what time you are flying but I'm not helping you!" I stated, "at all!"

I opened the cupboard and start pulling out some shirts and pants and throw them on the bed.

'He can fold it himself' I murmured.

I started to look for suitcase in the room, but I could not find any. I went out of the room to find mami (Irfan's mother) in the kitchen. I totally forgotten about her.

I slowed down my pace as I approached her. She was arranging things in the fridge. Ah she did not mention she needed any help. What should I do?

"Umm... mami do you know where Irfan's suitcase?" I asked following her around the kitchen as she was taking containers here and there.

"Ah it must be in the store room. Why you need it?" She replied.

"Irfan told me he's flying off tomorrow and he only mentioned it just now." I answered.

"Tomorrow?" She asked, turning to look at me, " where is this boy? no sense at all" She scolded him.

I know right? I thought not daring to say it aloud, but I nodded.

"He is showering now mami. I can't believe he didn't tell you either." I mumbled the last line as I walk towards the the store room.

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Fida's POV

(chapter 18 continuation)

I stepped into my house locking the gate and the door behind me. I sneaked near the window to see Irfan getting back to his car. I sighed as I went inside.

I already informed my parents not to wait for me and to sleep on time. I knew they would be waiting for me otherwise. I tried to not make a sound as I went to my room. I put my bag down and laid down on the bed.

I have a lot of thinking to do. All these things happening left me confused and exhausted. Now I do not even want to remove my hijab or change my clothes. I starred at the ceiling fan for few minutes then decided to change my dress before sleeping.

As I laid on my pillow comfortably, I began to think again. I wondered what really happened on the day of accident? Why I forgot my own marriage and everything to do with it? Wait is he telling the truth? Then would my parents also lie about it? of course not. Is this some type of manipulation? Fida, you are not in a movie.

I kept thinking about all kind of possibilities. So, if I am married, forgot about it 'cause of the accident and now what? Just go and live with him? He's a total stranger to me now. but we are still married though? What if he was using me? Wait why would he use me though? For money? He's already rich. I'm not famous either. I do not own anything great. What if he's after my family? Wait I don't think my parents have enemy or hold grudges. Ugh. How am I going to sleep like this?

I sat up abruptly. "Why did I not think of this?" I said out loud as I picked up my phone.

I begin searching for my sister's number and my friends' number.

First, I texted my sister.

'Girrlllllll You up?????' i sent.

'I'm married and you didn't tell me?'

'WAKEEEEEEEE UUUUUUUUUUPPPPP'

I sent the same text to my friends as well, hoping to get a reply. I don't think everyone would be asleep by now. I hoped and waited for one of their replies.

After waiting for few minutes, I took my phone and dialled my sister's number. She picked up when the dial was almost ending.

"It really took you so long to pick up your phone." I stated.

"I was in the washroom. Chill!" She replied.

"How you always in the washroom whenever I call? Never mind listen. I'm married and no one told me? Tell me what's going on."

"Oh, you finally remembered?"

"No, I don't remember anything"

"Then how you know if you are married?"

"I saw Irfan."

"You just saw him?"

"I also met him."

"Oooooh"

"Stop ooing and tell me if it's true"

"I don't care if you meet your husband and talk to him"

"So, it's true."

"Ah ding ding ding! You finally got the right answer."

"Shut up it's not my fault I don't remember anything of that."

"Stop shouting then"

"I shouldn't have called you." I cut the call and put down my phone in frustration.

It's not my fault I forget things happened in those years. I didn't ask for it. I let out a scream and now curled up in my blanket crying.

It's not my fault. It's not my fault. It is my fault.

I fall asleep just like that.
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A/N:

Updated finally.

Hope you like this chapter.

Thank you for waiting!

And I have changed the book cover! Tell me what you think?

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Till next chapter,

Bashayar!