Abdul Razzaq's POV-
The media grew wild as they took pictures of us blinding by the camera light.
I quickly took Kulsum's hand and stormed off to my car.
I signalled my parents to call off the reception as everything was over anyways.
As we seated in the car I was fuming with anger.
Seeing the sight of Emir with Kulsum made my blood boil.
He already shattered my family once, I'm not giving him the chance to ruin everything again!
But she won't stay away from him. I was so close to punch Emir in the face for touching her but I restrained myself as I didn't wanted to cause a scene.
"What the heck was that?" Kulsum asked, her voice raised and her eyes widened.
"What?" I asked bluntly.
" You pushed Emir, caused a scene and then...." she hesitated.
"And then what?" I cocked a brow.
" kissed my hand. " she gulped looking away.
"Emir has no right to touch you no matter what happened. " I just fixed my gaze on the road.
"As if you have a right to touch me! You can't just grab my hand and...." she scoffed.
"And?...." I raised my eyebrows.
"And just kiss it without my permission!" She exclaimed.
"First off yes I shouldn't have but that doesn't mean I can't. Yes we're getting a divorce after 7 months and we promised to stay out of each other's affairs but we are still married. " I finally faced her.
I could sense that she's surprised as her big hazel eyes met mine causing my heart to beat faster.
She looked absolutely beautiful in that traditional Turkish gown she was wearing and her hijab enhanced her beauty.
"Whatever." She gulped and looked away. I smirked and drove us home.
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She just exited the bathroom changed into long over sized shirt and trousers with her hijab still on.
I was on the couch dealing with my own work.
Kulsum's POV-
I reached for the bed as he walked up to me with a paper in his hand.
"What's this?" I narrowed my eyebrows.
"A contract." He met my gaze.
"Of what?" I took the paper in my hand.
"Of our agreement. As I proposed earlier that we'd continue our marriage till 7 months and after that we'll get a divorce and go on our separate ways. Although I'll help you financially. " he recited bluntly.
"Oh and until we get divorce we have to pretend like a love sick couple in public as people will suspect if we don't. That's the reason I kissed your hand earlier as the media was around." He explained.
I took it and went through it once before singing it.
"Oh and this also means that I can do whatever I want even when we're still married right?" I looked him in the eye.
"Yes as long as it doesn't harm my reputation. " he said blankly.
"Wait so you're actually okay with me working?" I asked surprisingly.
"Yes, although I wouldn't recommend it as you don't need to because we're wealthy but if you still want to work as following your passion you can go for it." He said genuinely.
I was almost taken aback. I thought he was going to refuse. And I was ready to fight him for it but surprisingly he agreed.
I felt bumped and selfish how I thought of it and him.
"So is it because you don't wanna meddle in my business or you think I can actually do it?" I gulped.
He clenched his jaw as his eyes glittered.
"Look it's all culture that stops us. You can work if you want within shariah with your hijab. Islam doesn't stop you from doing these things. Culture does." He said so pleasingly.
"Wow when you say it like that.....it's nice." I smiled slightly.
I wished my parents thought like him too! All they wanted was to marry me off.
If I hadn't begged them to even let me finish my graduation I'd been married a long time ago. That's the reason they didn't protested my sudden wedding.
But he made me look at it and him from a whole new perspective.
He wasn't wrong though. Why hadn't I thought of it? Yes, Islam doesn't stop you from establishing your career.
I can do it within my hijab and shariah. And it made me realise how much I'm away from my religion.
I never truly understood what it was trying to convey.
People always mix up their mindset and culture with religion.
And in the end, the religion becomes bad. But when you look at it deeply, you realise that it's the culture and our mindsets which are wrong.
We both left for bed with me being on one side and him on the other with pillows parting us.
Late at night-
My eyes shot opened as I heard someone panicking.
"Don't leave me, please don't leave me I beg you! You can't do this to me!" Abdul Razzaq panicked in his sleep as his voice was dark and trembling.
I was shocked. He was all sweating and panicked in his sleep because of a nightmare.
I went closer to him and patted his face with the end of my scarf.
"Shh it's okay, it's all just a nightmare. Relax." I carcassed his silky black hair.
He finally opened his eyes and sat straight up.
He was still panting as I handed him a glass of water.
"Are you okay?" I asked concerningly.
"Yes I'm perfectly fine. I apologise for waking you up. " he said in a one go as he gulped down the water.
"Hey it's okay, you don't need to be embarrassed. I used to have nightmares too and I cried in my sleep and panicked. You don't have to be so tough all the time. " I comforted him.
"Really?" He finally looked at me.
"Yes, I healed from it Alhamdulillah, it doesn't happen now very often. And I guess that's what happens to you as well." I spoke softly.
I actually felt him. When I was 16 my life took a terrible turn. It caused my self esteem to drop at the lowest level. I eventually got over it but it still haunts me.
"It's okay if you don't wanna share but I'm always here if you wanna talk as you know I'm a psychologist, that's what I do." I chuckled.
He finally calmed down and I made him lay on my lap.
Ya Allah he looks so vulnerable and innocent like baby when he sleeps. I gently carcassed his head and patted it making him sleep.
I recited Aaytul-khursi, Surah Naas and shahadah blowed my breath on him and watched him snuggle.
Ya Allah if only he was like this normally, I would've liked him.
I always recited Aaytul-khursi when I had nightmares.
Only my Allah knows how scary it was and only he gave me the strength to overcome it.
In the morning-
Abdul Razzaq's POV-
I woke up to witness Kulsum's face on my chest and her arms circling my waist as she slept.
It actually felt weirdly nice having her wrapped around me.
I gently carcassed her head and brushed a few strands away from her face.
Why does she always have to stay in hijab. I mean she doesn't even remove it while sleeping.
As much as I would love to see her without it I'm glad she wears it.
She's unlike those girls who reveal themselves in public and wander around with their hairs opened.
Suddenly the memories from last night hit me like a hurricane.
Ya Allah how could I let myself go in front of her.
No one knows about my condition except for my mother.
How could I get so weak and let myself go around her.
But the way she comforted me was so riveting.
All my life I was left alone dealing with it myself with no one there for me.
It sounds so silly of getting nightmares and being scared of them.
Except they aren't just nightmares, they're terrible past memories that won't let go of me.
She finally wakes up and look up at me.
"Oh I'm sorry, it's just..." she tried to get up but lost her balance and fell on top of me again with our lips against each other's.
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