Khadeeja's PoV

It hasn't left my mind. Maybe they weren't insulting me, after all it doesn't mean only an attack. I'm complicating things. Qahtan is working on his laptop and all attention now shifts to his beauty.

I knocked his stomach with my fingers.

"This should go inside"

I said smiling.

"It's a little bloat"

He says inattentively.

"Cute little tummy in my words"

I state.

"Well it's all your fault Khadeeja !"

He says shutting laptop!

"Oh how? May I know?"

"Because you cook such delicious food I'm bound to it, I'll just admit it I can't diet if you cook that good! That's unfair!"

"What! It's been only a week since we're married and I'm afraid this was still visible before"

"That's because of you too! I would come to aunt's house and smell your food but couldn't taste it, so I would save the delicate smell of your food in my stomach and store it in and thus my poor health!"

I laughed.

"That doesn't even make sense You!"

And again my mind was flooded with thoughts of the day that just passed.

"Do you really think I'm foot at cooking?"

I asked him thinking if I really was a good cook,if I ever did posses a quality I could show off.

"You're not good but excellent! I'm going to have my friends taste tour food some day,gotta show it off,right?"

How does he manage to pick thoughts right from the edge of my mind.

"If it was something to show off really"

I said smiling at my knotted finger and feeling completely insecure still.

"What do you mean?"

He asked.

"Well,isn't like this just is something really basic amongst girls?"

I answered very unsurely,I didn't knew how to put in words about my complex feelings.

"No, nothing in the world with men and women,their beauty ,their talent, their worth is unequal,nothing is inferior and the other superior. Allah,the all knower stated about these words his own self. The world has men who has made their own views,drawn their own lines and have divided a person's worth by something so menial like a piece of paper or their capacity to do things"

I listened closely to him. I wanted to hear forever. I opened my lips and breathed in,say more Qahtan and like he heard,he continued.

"I do not say it doesn't matter of what men can do or not,we are blessed with the same functioning as the other but just because some has been good in a first thought subject it shouldn't pressure the rest. Like you said, isn't cooking basic? If you pick out a bad cook and ask him the same,he'd probably not be satisfied with your view about,it all about what we have,we aren't grateful. Humans are never grateful Khadeeja. So the very end possible thing to close this in a satisfactory way would be to say, I've seen a lot of married men and of them only a few who could brag about their wives food, out of them too I could feel few were worthy and when I meet people almost all,they love food,we all do; somebody who has mastered the art of something so loved can't be basic. Your talent is not Khadeeja,it is the most beloved of them all!"

A laugh with some happy tears ended his beautiful though with me. If somebody ever told me that,if ever I knew ?

"Also what I do is very prestigious!"

He smacked my arm playfully.

"And what do you do beside staring your laptop and typing numbers?"

"I love you"

I smiled and kissed him. He is the most loveliest person ever.

"I just felt insecure with my average qualities of sewing and cooking"

I let out.

"Ugh funny,that's one of the most preferred acquirements when they look for a wife in the Asian countries"

He said laughing.

"also that's pretty rare to have a good chef on duty for everyday home food"

He added.

"Now this is getting too much!"

I scrunched my nose.

"You look cute for a chef too"

"Enough of the banter!"

I warned,

He pushed me aside on the bed and said "whoever wakes up first for Fajr can use the use the bathroom first for the whole day!"

There was no way he could be winning!

Raidah's PoV

Finally it was a Sunday! I could have him home.

Best behavior, be at your behavior! I chanted in.

He sat on the bed and was eating a chocolate bar watching some lame game on his laptop.

"Baraaq?"

I uttered softly.

"Hmm"

"What would like to have for lunch,I was thinking if I could cook something for you"

"Nah,thanks!"

I sighed,is there a way to cross over the frown on his forehead.

After a little while, Latifa came in with the breakfast and like days she just smashes the table with the tray and leaves. Well I can't be mad at her,I cannot be spoonfed for Allah's sake can he let me help in the work!

"Should I help her?"

I ask.

"No"

He answers.

The same thing happened on the lunch time,however he asked her so politely

"Can I have some of this gravy only if it is left?"

"We haven't opened a restaurant!"

She replied in her cold voice.

Can she behave with him! He is after all is so polite to her. And Baraaq,he just silently finished his meal with his plain bread.

How awful is it to then find a bowl full of the gravy in the kitchen when I went there to keep the plates!

He should let me cook!

"Can I make the dinner?"

I asked her

She glared at me like I haven't been paying her bill for the all the food I ate.

"Please I want to?"

I pressured.

she nodded a yes but I didn't knew if it was something that could again distraught the whole thing with Baraaq. But I feel guilty when I only sit and eat and not help at all.

"I'm cooking"

I inform him.

He flared his nostrils at me and grabbed my arm.

"Why the hell do you want to do things I don't want you to do! Why!"

He showered all his anger on me.

"Because today I could not bear the behavior she has towards you! Baraaq let me be a part of this family so I can become a part of you! Why are you living a life like this! Like you owe them something and I do not belong here!"

I emptied my heart on him this time.

"Because you can never be the girl to tie a family of you go out you would only break us"

He said these words softly and indeed softly and slowly they pierced right into my heart.

My eyes again were heavy and heavier was my heart.

"Only if I trusted you more than I trust myelf but I am going to prove you wrong"

I said as my voice shuttered.

"You can never be Khadeeja"

He said at an instance.

My eyes opened from the lock of my lashes and my heart and breaths stopped for a moment. What does he mean? The ground could not hold me on and my knees felt weak.

"Khaa--"

"I wanted to marry her but you- you landed up with me and how much I hated you and how much I hate you!"

He said gritting his teeth and how much anger,regret and despair could I see in him. My tears streamed down and I didn't wanted to hear him. Why? He depises my being. He hates me!

But more pain did the fact cause that he was in love with Khadeeja and I could see that through his eyes.

I lost myself on the floor and he left. I want to g back and never hear these things and have him fool me forever. And always stay in the circle of the hope with or world of our twisted apologies.