Bittersweet

Chapter - 3

INAAYA'S  POV

We arrived at my in - laws' house shortly. Uncle Khatib and Aunt lubna welcomed us with warm smiles on their faces. Just when I entered the house, the loud sound of the party poppers rang in my ears which almost scared me to death and just then I heard some people screaming-                                                       "!!مرحباً , أخت الزوج أو اخت الزوجة"
(Welcome sister in law!!)

I lifted up my head to see Samara and Sahil right in front of me with grinning faces. They seemed very excited.

"Did you like our surprise, Habibti ?"
"Did you enjoy the wedding ?"
"Do you like your new house?"
"Do you like us?" Both Samara and Sahil showered me with their questions simultaneously.

"Yeah of course Masha allah, I liked your surp---"
I was interrupted mid-sentence by Sahil with another question which almost had me bursting with laughter.

"And most importantly, do you like this bomb which is now on the verge of exploding right beside you?" He said while dramatically pointing his finger towards Sameer.

Sameer gave him a death glare and walked past all of us upstairs while yelling at particularly no one, "I am very tired for this nonsense so i am going to sleep."

Why is this man so boring?

I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

Aunt Lubna dragged me to the sofa in the middle of the living room. I sat on the sofa and looked around the house. It was very royal-ish and classy type like that of a castle. I totally loved it. Samara said that Sameer and Khatib Uncle renovated the house for our wedding and it's interior is totally designed by Sameer. I used to visit their house very often before my engagement as we were family friends but back then it was like a typical house in London (modern and stylish).

Hmmm. Sameer is INDEED excellent in his field.

I had a good chat with all the family members and to be honest, they were very NOT LIKE SAMEER. They are so friendly and enthusiastic. I had fun talking to them, especially Sahil. He is very cheerful and hilarious.

"Sweetheart, let me show you your room. You must be very tired. So get some sleep." Aunt Lubna said while getting up from the sofa and I followed her upstairs.
She showed me my room, or perhaps, OUR room.

I opened the door only to find Sameer sleeping like a bull, taking up all of the bed space.

"Did he forget that he has a wife now??
Where am I supposed to sleep? " I wondered while looking around the room.
The bed was decorated lavishly but it was ruined by a sleeping Sameer. They were flowers scattered all over the room and it looked fabulous. I changed my clothes in the walk-in closet and freshened myself up. I wore a comfy hoodie and sweat pants but I didn't take off my hijab.

I tried to wake Sameer up by calling out to him but there was no response. So I stretched my hand to shake him a bit, but he suddenly held my hand tightly and asked, "What do you think you're doing?"

"I was just trying to wake you up. " I said.

"What for?"

"Aunt Lubna told us to pray Salaat-us-Shukr."

"Why don't you pray on my behalf? "

"No. It's not possible."

Sameer woke up, groaning in annoyance.
We performed wudu and then prayed the Salaat-us-Shukr.

He doesn't seem like a very religious person to me.

"I just hope this marriage would be successful and last long." I prayed to Allah.