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Don't Let Go
Chapter 19
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Update Time2021-05-31 11:21:33
Mistakes are a part of human beings; everyone makes them and Haya was no exemption. There will be moments where you'd be committing mistakes knowingly or unknowingly and it is what humans are. You cannot be a perfect human all the time. Flaws are a part and parcel of humans and nothing can change it.
Haya stared at herself in the mirror as she splashed the water on her face, her eyes were puffy and red with all the crying she did. It was maghrib already, and she didn't even realize how the time has passed," why did you do have to break his promise, Haya?" she asked to her reflection with a frown as she wiped her face.
"He's so mad at me!" Haya whined to herself as she started doing ablution and spent the next hour in the prayer mat, crying to her almighty, asking for His forgiveness for she has upset her husband and broke his trust. She continued reading Quran until Isha and only after finishing the final prayer of the day her heartfelt at peace.

Abrar stood outside his bedroom door, sceptically as he held the doorknob. Before he could open it, Haya opened it from the other side and stared at him blankly, he stared back at her. His deep charcoal eyes gazed at her serene-looking face which had traces of tears with pain. It pained him to see her like this. But he controlled himself from not engulfing her into his embrace. It was so hard to stay mad at her.
There was a moment of silence before he walked in and she walked out. Both of them turned back at the same time and stared at each other's face for a second and immediately turned away. That was awkward. After taking a deep breath, Haya walked downstairs and found everyone doing their usual works.
Not knowing what to do, she goes into the kitchen.
"Haya beta, why didn't you come down for dinner?" Sarah asked her worryingly. Haya gave her a half-smile as she said," nothing auntie, I was busy praying."
"Are you alright?" Sarah asked again as she found something weird in her voice, her face didn't have its usual glow.
"I'm fine."

"Okay beta... do one thing, take this plate to your room, Abrar hasn't eaten his dinner yet. You guys eat together. I'll go sleep now." Sarah kissed Haya's forehead as she pointed at the food tray and left the kitchen before even Haya could react anything.
She stared at the food tray worryingly, thinking; will he eat if she takes this to him?
The housemaid was washing her hands causally when an idea struck in her mind.
"Suniye..." the housemaid turned to Haya quizzically as she wondered what work she had ahead.

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"Take this to your Chote Nawab's room. I've to prepare tea now." Haya came up with the best possible excuse and the maid immediately obliged as she took the tray and walked upstairs. Haya sighed and went to make the tea in real. She wanted to distract herself and do something before facing Abrar. Not even a minute passed when a loud thud was heard from their room making Haya gasp.
What now? She mumbled to herself.
She strides to their room in a hurry and on her way, she saw the maid, who was trembling in fear, standing out of her bedroom door. The maid stopped trembling when she saw Haya and said," begham Sahiba, Chote Nawab seems to be very angry. He threw away the tray and everything is a mess. I am so scared of him; will you please clean it up for me?" the maid requested her in fear. Haya nodded her head in assurance and walked to their room, worryingly.
Abrar sat on the bed, with a calm face but his expressive eyes told otherwise. Haya quietly cleared the mess which he has created as he watched her all the while making her slightly uncomfortable. On any other day it would have been absolutely fine, but today her every move around him was making her nervous.
She came back to the room with another food tray and placed it on the bed, in front of him. He gazed at her face questioningly.
"Your dinner," Haya mumbled in an inaudible voice. Abrar watched her fiddle with the dupatta nervously as she walked to sit on the sofa. He for a fact knew that she did not eat anything for dinner nor in the lunch.
"Did you eat?" even when he was angry, he couldn't stop his care towards her. She nodded no, whilst lost in her thoughts, which was preparing the sorry speech in her mind.
"Why?" he asked again, his voice grumpy yet full of care.
"I'm not hungry." Haya mumbled again, he frowned at her reply.
"Did you have your lunch?" she nodded no again, " breakfast?" she nodded no again. That was the moment when Abrar lost his cool again. He got up with rage as he picked the tray in his hands and walked towards her, she looked at him with frightened eyes.
"Eat!" he placed the tray on her lap as he sat beside her, his voice distant yet filled with care. Haya looked at him in disbelief," this is yours. And I'm really not hungry." hearing to which he glared at her.
"Eat!" he ordered her again, this time she frowned back at him.
"I know what I did was wrong. But please stop treating me like this. I am telling you right, I'm not hungry then I'm not hungry." Haya snapped at him, Abrar was so taken aback. The mistake was hers and then she's daring to show an attitude to him? She really was something else.
"And I'm also telling you for the last time, eat." Haya tried hard not to show how very nervous she was. He looked so intimidating with his angry eyes, sounding so mad.
"Then you should also eat with me." she blurted out and bit her lips but to her surprise, he said, "fine by me."
Haya stared at him with big wide eyes. He glared at her as he eyed the food and then at her shocked Pikachu face.
"You go first." Haya though was not having any appetite for food, still ate for the sake of him and he finished the other half which she has left for him. None of them spoke anything else as they ate in silence.
Even in anger, he still cared for her! That fact was shocking her from within. That felt good though. To have someone actually care about her even when he was mad at her.
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Haya sat on her side of the bed nervously as she waited for Abrar to come out of the bathroom. She has some good explanations to do, hopefully, he'd listen to her. Her sorry speech was finally ready as she mentally prepared it again and again. The door clicked open and he came out in his nightdress, looking all hot and handsome, distracting her in the process.
She opened her mouth to speak something but nothing came out, Abrar was aware of her eyes on him as he walked to his side of the bed and picked his pillow and walked to the sofa.
Haya felt hurt that he was going to sleep on the sofa because he didn't want to sleep beside her. She only had herself to blame for this. With a sigh, she got up from the bed and picked her pillow.
"I will sleep there." Abrar stopped on his steps as he heard her.
"Suit yourself then," he mumbled incoherently and walked back to the bed as he made himself comfortable. Haya hoped that he'd at least talk something... but she realized that he was still mad and didn't want to irritate him further so she quietly walked to the sofa and laid down on it. Her sorry could wait until tomorrow. Truth was, she's really scared to start a conversation with him now.
Abrar switched off the lights and laid back in his place, his eyes never left the sofa for once as he watched her tossing and turning on that uncomfortable thing. He couldn't sleep knowing that she was lying there uncomfortably, because of him.
Her anklets jingled loudly as she continued tossing and turning, unable to catch any sleep.
That was when Abrar got up from the bed and came towards her, Haya was taken aback as she felt his presence near her, funny how she could even smell him nowadays. She snapped open her eyes and found him staring at her with an unreadable face.
"Sleep on the bed," he ordered her again, to which she scowled at him.
"No, I'm fine here." Haya might have done the mistake but she'd never accepted others attitude so easily. She was stupidly stubborn like that.
"Haya. Stop testing my patience and get on the bed." Abrar said again, his tone was firm and intimidating.
"No, I'm super comfortable here." She faked a smile and turned to the other side, Abrar looked at her head pointedly and then sighed inwardly. She was the most stubborn woman he has ever seen! Having no other option, he swiftly picked her in his arms taking Haya off guard.
She was so light!
"Ah!" She squealed in his arms as he held her tighter, "what is wrong with you? Put me down."
"Here you go." He smirked at her as he dropped her on the left side of the bed. Haya frowned at him angrily. She was so done with his bipolar behaviour. One moment he was angry and the next he was caring.
"No. I'm sleeping there and it's final!" Haya got up again, but he pushed her again. She glared at him as he casually jumped on his side of the bed.
He didn't want to sleep with me, earlier right? Then what happened now?
"Sleep, Haya." Ha! as if... Haya mumbled to herself and sneakily got up from the bed but his reflexes were quick as he pulled her on the bed again, making her fall upon him in the process.
"Just sleep!" Abrar gazed into her hazel eyes which stared back at him angrily. Why on the world was she angry? It's him who should be angry. He rolled his eyes as he made her lie properly and before she could move, his arms captured her, as he pulled her in his embrace; stopping her from not moving.
"You're so impossible, Abrar Shah!" Haya mumbled as she shivered slightly under his embrace.
"And you're so stubborn, Hayat Shah!" Abrar retorted as he inhaled her sweet lavender fragrance. Why does she have to smell so good?
"I'm still mad at you," he mumbled softly, with his eyes closed. But he didn't sound so mad," I know." he heard her say. He smiled at that involuntarily.
She then shifted in his arms in a more comfortable position and sighed inwardly. Both of them had a difficult day that day with a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts but ended up sleeping together anyway.
Weirdly for Abrar, it was so calming and peaceful only when he had her in his arms, cuddling her tightly. He did it so that she wouldn't run. He was still mad at her but not that mad. And that confused him. Why couldn't he stay angry with her for a longer time?