Waliyah's P.O.V

"Wafa!" I heard frantic knocks on the bathroom door. "Wafa, darwaza kholo!" (Wafa, open the door!) Groaning I turned over pulling Dua closer to me. "Samar!" I heard Bauji's voice echo through the hallway it seemed to be getting closer. "Samar!"

"Wafa!" The knocks got louder but the whisper stayed the same urgency.

Annoyed I gently move away from Dua and walk towards the bathroom door. The second I unlock it Samar bursts through the door almost knocking me over. I stumble back now fully away to see him lifting Dua up. "What are you doing?" I ask groggily.

"Samar." There are knocks on his bedroom door. Samar panicked as he grabbed my arm dragging me into his bedroom. I was too tired to protest but I still tried to wiggle my arm out of his grip.

"Wafa." He said firmly successfully pulling me into his room he lay Dua down in the bed as she stirred alittle. "Get in." He pointed to it.

Excuse me? There was no mention of us sleeping in the same bed. "No." I said shaking my head.

"Now."

"No!" I snapped back. I am not getting in the same bed as him.

"Samar!" Bauji knocked on the door harder. It had been a while since he was doing that. Samar looked desperately at me before getting into the bed himself beside Dua.

"Go open the door then and pretend like you were sleeping." I was sleeping in my own bed. Rolling my eyes at his childishness I walk over to the door and open it.

"Good morning," I say to Bauji smiling at him.

Bauji smiled back. "Good morning beta, sorry tumhe jaga diya per-" (Good Morning honey, sorry I woke you up but-)

"Koi baat nahi." (No worries) I said cutting him off. "Samar ko mein jaga de to hoon aapke liya." (Let me wake Samar up for you.) I hated lying to him but if it was concerning his health then I do not see any harm to it either.

I walked over to where Samar was lying and shook him alittle. "Samar," I said as softly as I could. "Samar wake up,"

Samar rubbed his eyes pretending as if he was waking up and asked "Kya hua?" (What happened?)  In a groggy but husky voice. He was a good actor.

"Bauji is at the door," I said as politely as possible. Samar nodded and stood up before walking past me wishing Bauji good morning. He shut the door behind him leaving Dua and I alone in his bedroom. Breathing out heavily I go sit on the sofa beside his large balcony window keeping an eye on Dua. It was only six o'clock in the morning I wondered what Bauji wanted to say to Samar.

Bauji knew that our relationship was not a perfect one he saw how he treated me when he came to visit over the four years we were together but for some reason, he was still fond of me. This caused Samar's animosity to grow towards me because Bauji never completely agreed with the idea of the two getting married to one another.

I do not know why he had to do this drama of bringing me to his room this morning because I know that Bauji knows that we do not sleep in the same room. Everyone knows. . . So all these extra precaustions are so unnecessary. Adjusting myself on the sofa I lay down as my eyes get heavy again.

I didn't want to fall asleep but I couldn't help but feel comfort with his scent lingering around me.

I let the darkness engulf me.

. . .

Samar's P.O.V

"Kya hua Bauji?" (What happened Bauji?) I asked him as we walked through the garden.

Bauji smiled at me, "Kuch nahi." (Nothing) He gently patted my back, "Just wanted to spend some time with my grandson."

I cleared my throat awkwardly knowing he had other intentions. "So how are things with Wafa and you?" And there is the question. I know he wanted things to be okay between us but there was no fixing what I had done or what she is doing either.

"Everything is good." I lied, "We have fallen into a nice rhythm of coexisting with one another. She does her thing, I do my thing. It's nice." I didn't want to raise any false hope in his heart. Wafa was right her and I are not meant to be together.

"Samar." He said my name disappointed in my answer, "It has been four years." And? "Don't you think that Wafa and you should be past this cold war you two had started? This marriage is not a joke."

"Bauji."

"Samar." Bauji stopped in his steps, "I do not know how many times I have tried to explain this to you nicely but Wafa is your savior." Excuse me? "Agar woh na hoti toh tumhe tumhara pyaar milta?"  (If she didn't help then you wouldn't have gotten your love) I cannot believe he is still using the same trump card he used years ago. I know I owe a lot to Wafa for helping me win over Amal but that in no way meant that she was my savior. In the end she- I mean because of all the misunderstanding she became the villain of my life...or so I had thought she was.

"Bauji." I sighed, "We are-"

"Have you ever tried Samar?" His question caught me off guard. "Have you tried to even get to know her? Her likes, her dislikes. . . Anything?" No. I didn't because I never really cared about what she liked and disliked. When I had begun to care she rightfully so had already left.

"Nahi." (No) I admitted

"Samar," Bauji gently placed a hand on my shoulder, "A woman is incredibly patient, but that patience should not be tested... because she will not tell you when she is done waiting around for you, her actions will she that. She will close off, push you away, and eventually leave, disappearing from your life as if she was never there." She has already done that. "And fighting to get her back is the hardest thing to do."

His words sunk in but I had no response because my actions and my words had already pushed her so far away it was already hard enough to get her back inside of the house . . . If I said I wanted her back in my life, that would be a whole battle alone.

"Understood," I whispered softly to which he curtly nodded and we began walking around again.

I already lost her Bauji, to no one else's fault but mine.

. . .

Walking back into the room I am careful to not make much noise not wanting to wake Dua up. I look at the bed to see her sleeping alone, looking around I see Wafa curled up on the small sofa beside my balcony window.

"Wafa?" I whispered her name thinking she would be awake but as I walked closer to her I found out she was also sound asleep. Leaning down in front of the sofa I begin to admire her. . . There was no doubt that Wafa was beautiful. . . Inside and out.

I kind of liked her sleeping better than when she was awake. Her innocence was radiating off her as she cuddled into the sofa more, it was obvious she was uncomfortable on here. Brushing a few strands of hair away from her face I stand up and tuck one arm underneath her legs and the other on her back. Lifting her up I take her over to my bed and lie her down on the other side of Dua before laying back down on my side of the bed.

Breathing in heavily I stared up at the ceiling this was the first time she had been in my room longer than a minute. I never let her even stand inside it worrying so much that Amal's scent would fade awake but I guess the joke is on me because within a month I could no longer smell it. I was so worried about letting her take her place that I never made the effort to allow her to make her own space in my life separate from Amals.

I have hurt her endlessly, and when she left it felt as if a void had filled my life. I couldn't exactly put two and two together. But now that is back it felt as if all is alright. . . I know she doesn't want to be here but maybe these two months can change her mind. Maybe I will be able to learn more about her in these two months than I had been able to learn the four years I wasted.

Maybe. . .