Have you ever been surrounded by so many people and yet felt so alone?

Have you ever been so careless with everything that you eventually lost it?

Do not allow the people or this world make you resentful, and do not allow other people's behavior make you feel cold on the inside.

After making many poor choices and picking up many lessons, I have finally realized that hurting other people just because you were hurt is unacceptable.

Mrs Muskan

I looked at the time and saw that it was 12 am, which is how long I had been waiting for my husband since today's nikkah.

I have lived for 26 years, and in that time, a lot has happened. A sad smile appeared on my face as I rested my head on our king-size bed's headboard. I had warned him to stay out of my life because I wanted retribution, and I even threatened to ruin his parents' lives if he tried to interfere. I mean, these are the same people who twice shielded me from the media, the harsh outside world, those goons, and my ex.

Almighty, what have I done?

I never realized the importance of praying on time; instead, I spent my Friday nights clubbing and Saturdays going on excursions that lasted until late at night. I hardly ever read the holy Qur'an more than once a month and skipped most of the prayers. I was choking on guilt because I had done so much wrong, but Allah had sent the one person to save me just when I needed him.

Although everything was misarranged, was it really misarranged according to the plan? Allah had it all planned.

When the door creaked open, I snapped out of my reverie and looked at my husband, who was standing there without even glancing at me.

I straightened up and he locked the door, but instead of approaching me, he just grabbed his laptop and phone and started going through some papers that were scattered across his desk.

He was typing furiously, having already changed into his night suit. He had raised his eyebrows a little and made a frown on his forehead after checking his message. I wish I could see the color of his eyes and relieve some of his stress. He was hurt, but I knew he cared.

Without even glancing at me, he said, "Change your clothes and go to bed."
Even though I knew he did not even see, I just nodded.

After carefully getting up and putting on my nightgown, I opened my bag, chose a basic long-sleeved nightgown, and used the restroom.

My eyes started welling up with tears. I ignored them, but when I looked in the mirror, I saw that the girl had completely changed.

Round, lifeless, pale face without a smile, dark circles under my dark eyes, untidy hair from all the pins I started taking out, and just a hint of makeup because I would not have them overdo my makeup or put a wig in my hair—I liked my hair natural.

I had guys after me. I used to talk to them and flirt back, wiping my hands because I was so self-conscious. My hands have committed countless sins. Right now, I do not even have love from my husband.

Have I become so ugly as a result of everything that has happened? I was never shy, and now I am the complete opposite.

Is any girl ugly? I do not think so. I used to be proud of myself and my beauty, but now that everything has happened and people have made negative comments? That did lead to low self-esteem in me.

People will pass judgment, but keep in mind that they have not been through anything remotely close to what you have.

"Are you going to stay in there forever?"Imad's deep voice startled me out of my reverie. I made a valiant effort to hurry. I attempted to take off the dress because I did not want to ask him for help.

I rinsed my face and said, very quietly, "I am coming." I washed my hands before going to bed, as I had read online and even Imad's mother had advised.

When I emerged from the restroom, he was still occupied.

I am sorry, but please, please, look at me.

"Turn off the light and go to bed; tomorrow will be a long day," was all I had to say on our first night together before he returned to his work.

"I apologize," I muttered, aware that he had heard.

"It is alright," was all he said, but I knew that was not acceptable because so much had occurred so quickly.

I went to bed, but I did not really get any sleep; instead, I was constantly glancing at my spouse.

Whatever happens, you are mine, and I will make every effort to be a better wife, Muslimah, and daughter-in-law. I will stop at nothing to ensure that our marriage succeeds and earns your affection.

He closed his laptop and joined me on the bed, but he slept on the other side, keeping the greatest distance between us. "I am travelling to Dubai tomorrow for an important meeting," he told me.

I silently prayed for him and said, "Safe journey," but he turned off the light and walked away without giving me another look. I knew I was wrong, but did I not deserve another chance?

I felt a knot in my throat and tears streaming down my face; I was crying a lot these days, knowing that I felt safe with him but also being afraid of the dark ever since that day. "Do not pretend as you care," he said angrily, turning off the tiny light that had been left on.

My life was drastically altered; one moment I had it all, and the next I had it all taken away from me due to my own mistakes.

I will do my best to make up for whatever went wrong.

I looked up at the ceiling until darkness overcame me, thinking, after all, that we are married and that I am your wife.

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