The world lays at his feet but his world is her.
The king bows to no one except his queen.
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" How could I want anyone else when I am only because you are ? I exist for you just as I exist because of you Inayah "
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♡Inayah's pov ♡
I have been feeling it for awhile now- that sense of awakening. The rage that had been buiding inside of me from few days is gently simmering inside of me.
I want to nurture that and let it grow. These past few days have been very rushed. I am still slowly processing everything. Still very enraged of what my so called father did to me. And this rage inside of me is not dying anytime soon, I wont let anyone take it away from me.
It is my rocket fuel and finally, I am going places. This feeling of empowerment, being able to understand the situation. This feeling is what I can feel it down to my core. I know it has only been 3-4 days since I have been married but I know I can't waste my whole life sobbing about something I can't change. The hardwork I have done for the past 14 years will not go in flames.
Life will break you, and nobody can protect me from it besides myself. And the situation I am forced into right now- living alone will not work either. So for the last 15 min I have been thinking about life while staring at the lazy butt sleeping in front of me on the sofa.
Arhaan's one leg is uncovered bent in an awkward position, which looks like it will hurt when he will wake up. His eyes are softly closed and his long lashes (which I am soooo jealous of) are touching the upper part of his cheeks. He looks peacefull yet in distraught. It might be the reason of his extremely over eating yesterday.
Hmm that's what you get for messing with me.
Ok maybe I am a little bit of a sore deadbeat. So what?
Moving my gaze from him, I get up to get ready for the day after making the bed.
Today we are supposed to go to this 5hr road trip for a ritual that will be happening in Arhaan's family friends farm house.
How will I survive this much socialising?
After taking a quick shower I get ready for the day. Changing into one of my short kurti which has a matching flowy skirt that reach just above my ankles, I wear one of my favourite darkned silver jhumkas and plain silver bangles in one hand that I bought yesterday.
The kajal that I was wearing yesterday is a little smuged and worn out so darkening that a bit, I tame my long hair that gets wild every morning.
Looking myself in the mirror I do a little swirl.
Damn I look hot.
We middle class desi girlies invented fashion, Period.
This will be a long trip, because apparently this 'ritual' was very very important for Arhaan's grandmother.
A little suspious if you ask me. Why do I feel like there is a bigger picture to this story.
Glancing back at Arhaan I see him still passed out.
