#Chapter2
I didn't know how long I have been sleeping, but I was woken up by suffocation. It was getting hard to breath. I tried to remove the source which was blocking my airway but failed. So I started on punching whatever it was. After a few seconds, that thing or should I say someone held both of my hands and pinned it down beside my head.
/"What the hell is wrong with you, woman?!/" I was greeted by my angry looking husband. I didn't reply to him instantly, as I was still unable to catch my breath. I tried to free my hands from his grip but he is so strong.
/"M-my hands hurt./" I manage to say between my laboured breath.
He let go of me and move to the other side of the bed. I also got up and settle my dress.
/"What are you doing on the bed?/" I asked in annoyance.
/"My room, my bed. I can do whatever I like./"
/"But I warned you not to try to sleep here./"
/"I forgot./"
/"Fine! Whatever... Just go back to your place. I want to sleep./"
/"I am not used to sleeping on the floor, so I am not going anywhere... I will sleep here./" He says and lay back down on the bed, settling his hands under his head.
/"I am not going to sleep with you./"
/"Then don't. Stay awake as I care./" He said and closed his eyes.
What a jerk!
I gritted my teeth before getting out of bed and lay down in his place.
/"It's a huge bed, you know... You can sleep here. It's not like I am going to touch you or anything./" He said after a few minutes.
/"Thank you so much for being such a gentleman, Mr Hubby. But I am not going to sleep with a man who won't acknowledge me as his wife after marriage./" I answered him with my eyes closed. I've made up my mind. I won't gamble with my precious dignity.
/"Fine! Do whatever you want./" Did he sound... annoyed?
Good!
I smiled and start struggling to sleep on the hard floor.
Ya Allah! Me and my big stupid ego...
/"Assalam o Alaikum./" I entered the dining room wearing cream and pink coloured dress with heavy embroidery and lots of pink bangles on both hands. I settle my dupatta neatly on my head, just like a typical newly wedded bride. I was followed by my serious looking Hubby, wearing peach coloured kurta shalwar.
/"Wallaikum Assalam... Mashallah, my bahu (daughter-in-law) is looking so pretty today./" I heard a scoff from behind before Auntie embraced me and kissed my forehead.
/"Well, she is my choice after all./" Said uncle Ghori, smiling and I dropped my gaze like any other shy Pakistani girl.
/"Excuse me!/" I heard a gruff voice belonging to my Mr Hubby as he passed over me and sat at the dining table.
Pissed???
And my smile widened.
/"Come, dear. Have a seat./" Auntie led me to a chair next to Mr Hubby and I took the seat, smiling at him. He quickly looked away.
/"Beta, your family will be here soon to get you. Finish your breakfast and Ehtesham will pick you up after lunch and drop you directly at the saloon./" Auntie said, handing me a cup of tea.
/"Ji Auntie./"
/"It's Ami(mother) now. No more Auntie, okay?/" She smiled.
/"I can call you Ami just like your son?/" I said in a fake surprised tone.
Of course, I can call her Ami. She is my mother-in-law after all and she shall be my weapon against my dear hubby.
I smirked at the thought and quickly wipe it away as she replied, /"Yes, dear. Of course, you can./"
/"Thank you, Aunt- I mean Ami and thank you, Abbu (father)... I am very thankful to Allah. He blessed me with a loving Ami, Abbu, and husband./" I said happily and turn to my dear husband, only to receive a dumbfounded look from him.
Ha! He doesn't even know who he is stuck with....