This imagination is for my darling friend Fakhriya_H and part two is on it's way girls hope you like it.

---Fakhriya POV---

I'd had enough. This was the final straw and I couldn't take it anymore.

Hussain and I had our fair share of arguments, but it was no where near as intense as it had been lately.

It seemed as though Hussain's words only got harsher and they only hurt more. Tonight was the night I was planning to fix it so we could move on and be happy in our relationship, but I just wasn't enough.

Hussain's words replayed in my head as I remembered the events that happened just hours ago. That's way I cam at his home before him to cook Hussain a meal from when he got home from work, only to hear him slam the door shut and begin yet, another argument.

"I don't want your food, I'd rather you left." Hussain had said, making my eyes water with tears.

"Can't you see I'm trying to make things right between us?" I had countered.

"Maybe I don't want to make things right Fakhriya!" He had shouted.

"I'm trying my hardest here, I really am and what are you doing? Apart from arguing with me all of the time. Why do you do it? Why do you start an argument? Do you enjoy it or do you just want to hurt me?"

"I don't care what you have to say right now because I've had enough of this relationship."

"But...don't you want us anymore? Have you had enough of me?" I had asked, upset and shocked at his words.

I was on the verge of tears just thinking about what his response had been.

"No, I don't want us anymore, maybe I have had enough. I wouldn't even care if you just left right now." He had said as he went upstairs to his bedroom.

That's exactly what I had done. I had left, without my coat and purse as I just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. I had sat down on the floor outside close to his house, wanting Hussain to come out and apologies. But he didn't. I had watched as the boys pulled up in the driveway all in the same car as they entered the house.

Here I was now, an hour later wandering the now becoming dark streets as my phone rang. What hurt more, was the fact that it wasn't Hussain. It was the boys who had all rung me one by one, only for me to not answer.

I listened to a voicemail I had received from Shehry's voice and ignored the incoming phone calls.

"Where are you? Me and the boys are worried about you, were at Yours and Hussain's place now, will you please come back? At least answer the phone or ring me or one of the other boys back once you get this message."

"Please, were worried about you. Hussain's worried." I heard Atif's voice say at the end as the voicemail ended.

Shehry's words repeated in my head as I thought over what he had said.

"Yours and Hussain's place."

"It was going to be my and Hussain's place after our wedding."

Yeah our engagement is on my birthday and after one week it was our wedding but I guess not anymore."

"Me and the boys are worried about you."

Me and the boys? Does that include Hussain?

"Please, were worried about you. Hussain's worried."

If he was worried, why haven't he called?

Hurt wasn't a word that could even come close to how I am feeling right now.