F A R A H

The rays of the sun woke me up from my deep slumber, I slept in the same place Jawad left me yesterday. The room was quite only the sound of birds chirping.

I literally walked to the bathroom and took a hot bath to soothe my aching body. I dressed into a simple black legging with a white baggy top and tied my hair in a bun wrapping my hijab on it.

My eyes roam to the bed finding it clean exactly as it is yesterday, it means Jawad didn't sleep in the room. I ignore the pang of hurt I felt, brushing off the thought of Jawad I decided to make myself some breakfast since aunt Fatima is still on vacation.

I stood in front of the fridge contemplating what to make, I decided to make some pancakes with hot chocolate. I set my plate on the dining ready to devour when I heard sounds of footsteps, I don't have to be told who it was because nobody is living in the house apart from me a

F A R A H

One week later

I was sitting on my desk, working on the piles of files jawad....no Mr. Jawad dumped on me. The day I resumed work, I've been working like crazy. He's been giving me a lot of work, I know he's doing it intentionally to provoke me but I tried not to show my weakness. After what happened one week ago I decided to forget everything and focus on my work, I won't let him get to me.

Flashback

When I heard the loud bang, I literally ran to check hoping nothing happened but what I heard made my eyes widen in shock. There stood Jawad, his phone pressed to his ear talking to whoever I don't know.

'I'm telling you, man, I'll have to tolerate living with her, I don't know what my parent sees in her, she's clearly not the type of girl I want as a wife"

'That's the problem" he laughed at something whoever is on the phone said. A lone tear fell from my eyes, I quickly wip

F A R A H

It's been a week since our marriage but nothing changed between us. First, he leaves without eating breakfast, and comes back late, eats his dinner change his clothes and sleep, I wonder if he even prays. He doesn't even care about me, or how I'm doing. what do you expect my inner mind reminds me. But his behavior doesn't stop me from living my peaceful life, as he had already given me a piece of his mind.

Since today is Sunday, I decided to make pancakes for breakfast as Aunt Fatima is not around. I know Jawad won't eat but I still prepared plenty just in case.

I slumped down on the couch eating my pancake topped with strawberry syrup, my eyes dart toward the stairs hoping Jawad will come down but no sign of him. I cleared my plate putting the remaining pancakes inside the refrigerator for later.

I went upstairs and took the new novel I'm reading, which of course belongs t

F A R A H

The rays of the sun woke me up from my deep slumber, I slept in the same place Jawad left me yesterday. The room was quite only the sound of birds chirping.

I literally walked to the bathroom and took a hot bath to soothe my aching body. I dressed into a simple black legging with a white baggy top and tied my hair in a bun wrapping my hijab on it.

My eyes roam to the bed finding it clean exactly as it is yesterday, it means Jawad didn't sleep in the room. I ignore the pang of hurt I felt, brushing off the thought of Jawad I decided to make myself some breakfast since aunt Fatima is still on vacation.

I stood in front of the fridge contemplating what to make, I decided to make some pancakes with hot chocolate. I set my plate on the dining ready to devour when I heard sounds of footsteps, I don't have to be told who it was because nobody is living in the house apart from me and Jawad. Ignoring him I continue devouring my food.

fifteen minutes later, I was done with the lit

Chapter 11