I woke up in the middle of the night and saw Raqib offering tahajjud payer. I was surprised a little bit. I can see a tear rolling down in the moon light coming from the window. He really loves her.

I feel my heart ripping cause I'm seeing my husband praying for someone else. I always used to dream this scenario of my husband and I praying together and making Dua for each other. I did my wadhu and stand behind him and offered my prayer. I still make Dua for him to meet his love. In'sha 'Allah, they will meet soon.

Everyone who know me, say that I'm so naive. May be I'm. If thinking of someone else happiness before mine is naive then yes I'm.

After making Dua I folded my prayer mat. Saw Raqib sitting on the couch, elbows on his lap and face covered with his hands. I stare at him, my heart ached when I realise the person that I'm staring longer then I should be is not mine. My knees gone weak so I, sat on the bed.

"I'm going to talk to your mother about Nashra" I told him. His eyes met mine and I can see a ray of hope in them. A smile crept on his face, how I wish that it was for me.

He drop that smile and the usual grim took over again. "How are you going to convince her?" He questioned in desperation.

"I don't know, but I'll." I don't know how but I've to. I can't take anymore of this. I'm being selfish here as I wanted to be free from this unwanted bound named as marriage.

"Huh, best of luck with that!" With that he walked of the room and slammed the door shut behind in anger. He don't trust my words, well my words were not satisfying though.

I need to held myself together! I thought. He was just a stranger meant to be my hereafter, but he want it with someone else. I was masking my feeling with a fake smile as I left his room which was supposed to be mine too.

I saw rush and mush of a wedding house in the living room. My mother in law spotted me and smiled at me.

"MA'sha'Allah you woke up early even today." She said happily. I just nodded. She took me with her and introduced me to some of the relatives again so I can remember everyone in this new family. But, what will I do by remembering them now? It's no use for me as I'll not be a part of the family soon.

After breakfast, as newly wedded bride everyone tried to tease me, little do they know the tragedy of my life.

"Ammi, can I talk with you for a minute?" I asked her in hesitation. She smiled at me and said yes. We were in Raqib's room.

"Ammi, did you forced Raqib to marry me?" All the colors onher face drained, but she tried to cover it up with a smile.

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Author's note:

I'm sorry for late updates and short chapters.

My chapters will be short, so please bear with it. I can't write long chapters because I'm a lazy person.

I salute everyone who can write long chapters.

Hope, you all are liking this story.

Feel free to comment what you think.

-Rq.