Mrs Salma:
"Did you ever think about what your mom suggested?"When I asked him the same question again, he was just staring at me with a look of obvious confusion on his face.

Did I ask him the wrong question?Did I really question my own husband?the person who has always loved and saved me?Did he actually love me?Did I love him?

"Love?"I love him?"I asked myself this, and it dawned on me quite suddenly: I have fallen in love with my husband, and I love him, but do you think he loves me back?I blushed and looked down, embarrassed, but I really screwed up. I have to make this right, win my mother-in-law over, and strengthen our relationship.

What is wrong with you?Though he asked calmly, I could tell he was angry. I had offended him.

Before you speak, SALMA, consider your words!

Apologize first; you will not age or lose anything by doing so.

"I am sorry, Wasim,"After a long moment of silence, I looked at him and apologized; he was merely bending to tie his shoes, something he was not even supposed to do. He is such a stubborn guy—he never even asks for help.

I made an attempt to take his hand off of him and assisted him in tying his shoes. I sighed with relief that he did not remove my hands.

"I have always wanted you in my life; before you, I just concentrated on my business, but my mother wanted me to settle down. Then, I received an invitation to your house, and all CEOs were there; those people were wealthy, but some knew they were scammers, so I thought I should go get some proof. Then, I met you and fell in love at first sight. I made sure to make you mine and protect you," he said, his face sad. I turned to face him.

"I promise I am sorry, I really do," I said to him.

"You only have faith in me?however, I adore you, Mrs. Salma Wasim; I have loved you ever since I met you," he grinned and stepped forward as I hesitantly retreated and continued to withhold my confession.

I tried to divert him by saying, "You are getting late for work," but all he did was smirk and stand in front of me, staring at me intently.

I will undoubtedly fall down as a result of this close proximity, as my knees have become weaker and weaker.

"Then I will pick you up," he said, and my eyes widened because I said it aloud. Way to embarrass yourself, SALMA.

"Please do not be angry with your mom," I told him quietly, handing him his laptop bag and handkerchief.

"I do not know what is wrong with her," he said in a distressed tone.

"I apologize if she reminded you of the past or hurt you," he said, kissing me on the forehead.

How did I get so lucky?

"Please do not argue with her," I said, handing him his laptop bag and handkerchief, and he just stood there leaning against the door.

"You are staring," I told him shyly, trying to distract myself with other work.

"Please head to work," I said, but all he did was stand there and laugh.

"Your face?"Someone is blushing "I shoved him out the door because it was getting late after he made a comment.

"Make sure you attend the prayer today," I reminded him, since I still had not told him.

"Yes, ma'am," he answered, and then departed. After I shut the door, I turned to see my mother-in-law staring at me emotionlessly; there was nothing in her eyes when I looked down.

"Mom, I'm..."I wanted to apologize, but she was gone in an instant, almost into the kitchen, and my smile faded. Why did she ignore me?What did I do to her?

In an attempt to assist my mother-in-law, I hurried to our room, changed into a basic suit and a hijab, then went to the kitchen. The more she rejects me, the more I try to support her and speak with her because that is how my mother-in-law has always supported me. I am attempting to address her as mom, just as she once told me. She was incredibly loving in the beginning, and I had hoped to have someone close to me and someone to mentor me.

I was taken aback by what I saw as soon as I entered the kitchen and proceeded to quickly remove my mother-in-law's hand.

"Mom, what is wrong?"Your hand?"I tried to form proper words because I disliked the sight of blood or scars. I still have some scars that no one knows about, and I do not want anyone else to suffer.

She took her hands off of mine and said, "Stay away from me you have already brainwashed my son and his dad; not me, I have known your true colours." I motioned to the other maid to assist her, as it hurt to witness her pushing me away.

We cooked in silence as I finished the lunch, since neither of us could speak because her husband and I were at work.

My desire for a mother's love was strong, and this one was getting worse, so it hurt a lot.

I wiped a tear that was streaming down my cheeks as I sat in my room, bored, and looked at my phone.

A faint grin appeared on my countenance; he truly is a remarkable individual.

"Hope everything is okay between you and mom?"I read over and over.

"It was only a partial truth; I did not want him to get stressed out."

As I stared at another message, the smile vanished from my face.

"Be prepared! I shook my hands, turned off my phone without responding, as it read , "Your husband is my next target, after your mother-in-law. I simply shut my eyes and offered up some duas. I repeated them over and over until I relaxed and became calm.
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Aren't they just cute?Wasim and Salma ?

I suppose that everyone has experienced being ignored by someone.After so many setbacks, it is just in some people's nature to not want to talk to you. Move on. Have faith, and beautify your relationship with Allah.