Let me take care of you

"Hey baby!"

"God! You are so beautiful"

"You are only mine Firdaus."

"No one can take you away from me."He was back. How? No this can't be happening. No one was there with me now. I was alone. My hands and legs were tied. Ya Allah! How come he got his hand on me again? I tried wriggling with all my might. But to no avail. Distantly I heard a booming laugh. I averted my eyes to the sound's direction. Seconds ticked by. When all of a sudden, his face came in light. I screamed loud, as I started wriggling harder. No this can't happen. Now only I was free from everything and I can't get trapped again. He took deliberate steps towards me. His brooding smile just as much as sinister as the evil glint in his eyes. My heart was thudding violently with every nearing step of his. I screamed again for help. Please help me Almighty. Save me from this demon. Sweat broke from my forehead as I tried hard to free myself. When all of a sudden, I felt vague soothing voice of someone.

"Firdaus. Look I am here. Wake up. Firdaus."

It didn't take time for me to conform who he was. My husband. Asad. He was here. To protect me. As on instinct I snuggled more to his side. "I am here. Don't worry. I am here." He soothed. I relaxed in his arms. Not only my mind but my heart was also feeling complete. The feeling of being loved by your love is like a cold wind in a hot dessert. Like rain in summer. I never wanted this moment to be over. Even if it was a dream I was ready to sleep forever. It was a moment I could hold on forever. I love him so much. So so much.

For a moment I was ready to forget everything. Every harsh word. Every angry glare. Every insult. Every painful moment. But was it worth it? Would Asad change? Sometimes I feel like strangling my insecurities. Why can't I have a normal life? Why-

"FIRDAUS" I jerked.

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Asad's POV:

She slowly opened her eyes. I was so worried when I heard her yelling. Writhing in her sleep. Sweating profusely. She was having an attack probably from her nightmare. Why did I never came to know that she had nightmares? No one told me.

Ya Allah what else do I have to know about her?

Every time it feels like I'm a stranger to her.

I am so hopeless! My wife is going through so much in her life and I am not there to support her. To share her pain. How much worthless can I be? What I have I done!

She was staring at me. With those hazel eyes of hers. As if she was thinking deeply. Her eyes questioning me. For a moment we stayed like that. Staring at each other. It went until she tried to sit up breaking our eye contact. I quickly scrambled near the lamp stand and gave her some water to drink.

"Jazak-Allah (may almighty bless you with the best)/ (thanks)" she murmured, sitting up straight.

"Are you okay now??" I asked her sitting on her bed.

"Yeah. I am."

"What was it about?" I questioned her about her nightmare.

"Sorry? I didn't get you?" She asked again.

"Your nightmare."

"Ohh. Hmm... It's probably nothing. Might be because of the weather." She brushed it off, playing it nonchalantly.

"I am not a fool Firdaus." Irritably I spoke.

"Look seriously I am tired if this. I want you to speak up."

"Speak what? Tired of what? You are overthinking. That's it." She casually remarked. Pretending as if she was speaking the truth.

"What is your problem Firdaus? Okay I made a mistake. A large one at that. But that was not intended. Why can't we be normal? Why can't you give me a chance? Is this how it is going to be? I am tired. More than you. All my life I was running behind finding answers as on why you stopped talking to me? Why you ignored me? Why you hate me? What not. And then I see a man in your room. How was I supposed to know? Think from my side to. I know It's my fault. But I.... I won't force you to open up. But please don't push me away. I want to make it right. I want to try. You are my wife Firdaus. Not some random girl out there. Let me take care of you. Please." I burst out.

She kept looking at me. Then one by one drops of tears fall down from her eyes. She looked somewhere else, trying to hide her eyes from me. But I was not letting that happen. I went over to her side of bed and sat down on my knees. Nudging her head. Brushing her tears. Rubbing my thumbs on her glossy eye lids. I shook my head and suddenly she hugged me. I was startled at first. But then it felt needed for the moment. I too wrapped my arms around her. Tightly. Her tears soaked my shirt as I stroked her back. Comforting her. She didn't say anything. Nothing needed to be said either. It was clear. We needed each other. To mend ourselves. To nourish our relation. The rain was falling slowly now. While we kept hugging each other. Or in other words comforting each other.

A lot had happened. But right now, all I felt was content. Relief. She was not pushing me away. My fear was turning in to hope. That too a blooming one. She was returning back in my life. Letting me in hers. Life at times can be so unpredictable. So unbelievable. When I running for answers, it kept me from getting. When I left searching for it, it was present in front of me. The only difference was I didn't paid any heed to it.

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