Mending You And I

Chapter Four

Third Person's POV:

Maryam closed the door behind her and dropped her bag to the floor. An empty room stood in front of her painted with a contrast of white and brown. Normally, she would look around and explore it but the event that had just occurred was too much for her.

Her wrist still hurt and she felt water collect at the brim of her eyes.

No, I'm not going to cry because of that idiot.

She told herself that again and again but whenever she thought about how she felt when he grabbed her hand and demanded an answer from her, she fell into gloom again. She walked over to the mirror that was hanging a few meters across from the bed and looked at herself.

Her eyes were watery but she didn't dare shed a tear. She had barely started her new life and he showed his dark colors without any hesitation. He could've at least thought about the fact that she was new there or that she was a person that was his responsibility.

But no. It seemed like he was getting back at her for something she didn't know she did. It was his fault that he couldn't convince his parents, why was he taking it out on her?

But Maryam recollected herself quickly. She was used to harsh treatment from others, after all, she spent six years with the Mehmoods and they taught her how to be rigid as a rock. She tied up her hair after taking out the pins that had been fitted inside her hair by the stylist.

Her jet-black hair was long enough to form a perfect bun. After that, she took off the rings and the bracelets she was wearing. Then she removed the silver chain around her neck and finally, her pearl earrings.

Amna had forced to get ready like Pakistani brides usually did for the first few months after their marriage and Maryam didn't mind. But, the heavy sets of jewelry and massive dresses that even a queen would be afraid to wear didn't interest her much. She liked simplicity and wearing a nice floral maxi or a short shirt with long and wide trousers was good for her.

Anyway, after changing into her pajamas and getting ready for the night, she walked over to the bed and jumped on it, knowing that she was free to do whatever she wanted. Sharing a room wasn't easy, especially when you had to do it with a moody person like Abdullah.

She spread her arms and legs on the soft, feathery mattress and enjoyed it when her feet touched the cold parts of the bed. It was June and even though the weather wasn't as hot compared to the summers in Pakistan, it was still a bit humid. She didn't realize when her eyes closed on their own and she fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning when she woke up for fajr, she was feeling energetic and fresh. She had made a promise to herself not to feel down because of Abdullah because he wasn't anything to her. She didn't need to ruin her day just because a certain coward couldn't get his way.

When she was called for breakfast by a maid, she asked her if Abdullah would be there or not. The answer was yes but of course, Maryam didn't care. After changing into White trousers and brown kameez with a pinkish tint. There was a small slit in the neckline and beaded button-down till the waist. She wrapped the semi-transparent dupatta with pink and rosy overtones and tassels on the edges around her neck and let it fall freely behind her and put on flats with beaded covers and opened the door to walk out to the breakfast table.

When the large door of the dining room was opened by her, she saw that Abdullah was already there, eating toast with jam. A cup of dark coffee was placed beside his plate and he was reading something on his phone. She quietly entered and sat down far away from him, at the 6th chair of the table.

Her eyes glinted as she saw the croissants, bread, omelets, and fruit salads laid out on the table. There were two teapots, one with black coffee and one with green tea. A jug of juice was also there.