Raidah's PoV

"I didn't really think we could bear each other even for a week at one point"

Baraaq said as he handed me his coat.

"Happy two month anniversary"

I smirked at him.

He chuckled and then smiled at me,

"Any surprise for me?"

"None"

I replied.

Sabr does the best in all cases.

This first month wasn't the best to start but I don't think it would matter as long as I can have nights filled with all the love and smile he gives me, Khadeeja was right,he does have something... He's different and I do not know what it is that makes him so rare but I have no hurry to find out.

"How was your day?"

I asked.

"Long..I do not understand if it's only me or the days are getting longer since this last week now?"

"Perhaps you find it difficult without me?"

"Yes I do"

He smiled.

I hugged him for a long minute. His scent is crazy, I snuggle along the flow. He travels this long distance from home to work and then again from work to home,he gets it bad all day. I arrange his hair with my fingers.

When he's around life is beyond my words can express.

"Hungry?"

I ask.

Instead he choose snuggling as he embraces me further for a few more moments.

Oh he looks so weary.

I slowly moved from his arms and placed him on the bed.

"Don't sleep without having some food,okay?"

I warn.

I hesitate as I step out.

Like I said life is amazing when he's around but the very opposite when he's not. We both lost hope on each other. We didn't knew what to do but just sail across the time,then one day I was reciting Quran and he came in and he sat close listening. Our actions that day had some other power controlling us as I passed the Quran to him and when he recited, I couldn't help but adore him immensely. His voice when he recited the holy words had the aura lighting up. I was mesmerized to no bounds, a curtain like was there between us now felled and pure beauty was now revealed. I saw what everybody could see in him,I cried and apoligized to him,this time my apology wasn't twisted,his apology came in after that. Maybe I was being cold,ungrateful and plain subjective of my thoughts, and my dreams were imposed on him. How would he do the things for me if he didn't knew what I liked? After all we never talked? So that day like I said something else for sure it was Allah's enlightenment that was showered on us and everything was in place. We are much better now. I have learned things about me,about us. I've known few facts now. He took me to the hotel because there was no room and his brothers wouldn't give theirs,the room we are now living in was a small store room. He had been living in the hall since they moved here,he wanted to talk  me out but he hated me being very arrogant about it when I could be grateful that we actually could see each other that day,the possibility was they would keep us in different rooms and that was the reason he was furious,I actually teased him and laughed at it. So the conclusion is,he liked me. He loves me now and there is no thing better than I could ask for.

Except another house. Here comes the head banger. Latifa and Sana are extremely rude and frustrated beings. I don't blame on them. Here is a jungle and the kids are wild. The kitchen,the laundry,the whole house is a gigantic mess that has no end. Unfortunately I'm a part of it, they hate me. Maybe it was my mistake, my behaviors had not been the one to be have received any likes. I am trying to recreate an impression but I'm a rich snob here,pretty much their words.

I haven't really talked about it to Baraaq but things happen when he's around too. I know he's aware that they don't like me but since we only get 11pm-4am of a little time to spend with each other there are much pleasant things to discuss then this.

Usually when I offer help,they rub their assumptions of my inadequacy to do it because I'm a 'rich snob' but when they actually let me help they make sure I can't do it, like a week's laundry or a feast's dishes. I do complete these work with all my might but it's never enough to them. I'm yet working on my appearance here.nothing of me fits,my clothes are criticized, my makeup is always too much and I am never one of them. Never.

On the contrary even the kids of this house hates me. So yeah,the day life sucks.

I come back to the room with the dinner and he's snoring. I wake him up and he eats in a dizzy state and soon finishes it off just to sleep in a blink of an eye. Poor babe.

I play with his hair till I fall asleep. Nobody told me this is how married life would be but true was the words that nothing compares to the love of your spouse and all the back breaking exhaustion goes out in a minute when you watch him smile in his sleep and you kiss his cheek because this is an crazy aid.

Jana's PoV

I look at the clock it's 1 am. He should be back. The icing on the cake is melting beside the fireplace,I move to the bedside with the cake that has a proud icing saying '2 month Anniversary',but who cares right? All this time I feel I've been only waiting or either compromising to fit his mould of a 'cool wife'. We have had harsh fights four times since we got married. I hope it is not too much. I love him crazily and I know he does the same but I can't stand him sometimes; when he wants me to change and that change is hard to accept and not right. He is a party crasher,he loves the night life and I might be being stereotyping him as a 'Rich Young Brat' but he is so.

I'm tired of his schedule but he is not,I want him to spend time with me but just like his parents he can't stay home. I don't know where his mum goes day or night and whether his dad is home at all. This whole mansion stays haunting me because he has too many friends. I don't know if I can put the whole blame on Ibrahim because he wants me to join him to his parties but I refuse all the time, he cannot take me to parties with my hijaab and I can't loose my identity to just be somewhere I already despise being in the idea of.

Ibrahim has his personal habits,his own life. I do not want to try change or steal the youth away from him. He is proud of me,he prides over my trust that I have for him and freedom I grant him. Since before my marriage I promised myself that I never would let my man feel trapped,unable to live his life or feel old with me,I wanted be the 'new age cool wife' but it sucks.

I'm paying a lot of boredom to let him live his life but I wonder why is he instead setting up fights for me when I'm choosing to stay myself. We don't go out a single time without fighting. 'Lose your head gear please' though he asks me sweetly, it provokes a fight always. Whenever he has me meeting his friend the drama starts,is he ashamed of me? He tries to decorate me for them which is wrong to me! In contrast to those situations,there is no objection but only smiles and love when we have a private date. So to avoid all the bitter fights I feel the best to not join him to his packs.

I'm alone home all the time but whenever I leave for mum's I don't know how but my mother in law meets me at dinner and then very cleverly taunts me on how I'm never home! Excuse me!

I'm tired now,too much complaining. I shall just just be over with it now, he's no way coming before 3, I put the cake in the fridge and throw the candles in the dustbin. I wonder how much fun Khadeeja and Rahida's life would be,such a full house and so many people to live around and I'm being dead silent in this house,I love talking so much! I miss my life.

I was half asleep when the light entered the room and he switched on the side lamp.

"Jaan you're still up!"

He whispers.

I mumble.

He places a large bouquet of roses next to me and jumps on me and kissed my cheek.

"I'm heartily sorry Jaan,I love you I love you I love youuu so much baby girl!"

He said as I looked at his face and my nostrils flared up.

"You have a good nose but not when you're angry,when you're angry you kinda flare them up and then it looks like one person's nose,I'm not gonna tell you who's"

I was mad but I'm curious. I hate this boy,he knows how to straighten me.

"Happy 2nd month anniversary Jaan!!!"

He kissed my cheek again,I pursed and twitched my mouth.

"It's 3am Jaan,how can you be so bitter baby? See I brought you red velvet cake, basic?"

I looked away. He got up from me.

"So I think I would sleep then,don't peek I need to change,I'm going to look hot and what not,but don't peek"

I did not change my state.

"I've got a new pair of undies,I'm going to look hot,don't peek!"

I could hear his shirt shuffle out and then after a few minutes I could feel his skin on my body,ughh I hate him!! Why does he have to be so hot and this damn difficult and so disappointing but still hot like whaat!

I looked at him and he's smirking,little monster knows how it's done! I sat upright and folded my hands.

"Pastries!"

I demanded.

He opened the box and  brought up a spoonful near my mouth.

"Don't be so smart,you haven't won yet!"

I grasped the spoon from him and ate it.

He runs his hands from his neck to jawline. He isn't gonna lose, monster.

"Jaan I was thinki--"

"Who do I look like?"

I said before he could complete his sentence.

"Wha-- oh when you,when you flare your nostrils?"

"Um-hmm"

"Have you seen wild buffaloes?"

I started hitting him with the pillows and soon we were chasing each other around the house. The security guard knocked his room is when he loosened his grip on me.

"What happened?"

I asked.

"He thought we had some problem"

He came in laughing,

He tickled me and I lose myself in a frantic seizure whenever he tickles me.

"I hate you"

I say catching my breath.

"Got you flowers,got you cake, got you chocolates and also a ring which you will get tomorrow but where's my gift?"he asked in his serious note.

"You get no gift,only punishment!"

I scream as he comes for me again.

"What is that?"

"You will know when I would sleep now"

His face falls in grumpy pout.

"Oh come on Jaan! "

He pleads.

He slept on me and looked at me with his eyes wide and face in pure pity.

"Jaan, don't do this to me,I'm your only husband"

"3am, warned you didn't I?"

"Stop being my mother!"

"If only your mother would take  care of you instead of--"

He got up and his face changed colours,no Jana wrong words,can we please rewind?

"Ibrahim"

I call as he turns away from me and pulled the bed covers over him.

"Ibrahim I'm sorry,I didn't mean to hurt you,babe? Please Ibrahim ,pleaseee....."

Oh no,I am stupid! Ugh. So bitter,how co--

"Monster is up now,what the Monster demands shall be given!"

He rises from the bed and says in his demonic voice.

I hit my head. I.hate.him.

"Monster wants Jana"

He pulls me on his lap.

"This is so unfair"

I cry pushing my legs in escape,

"Monster wants Jana"

He kept saying until he grabbed him and caged me in his lips and the rest is like all the time when I wonder laying beside him why do I even complain,he is the best thing in this world,he is my life and he is beautiful.