woah surprise update! To clarify I'm not "back" but I felt bad for leaving you guys on a slight cliffhanger so enjoy this new chapter :)

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42

After everyone had left, Zayn and I went on our real Honeymoon in Turkey! It was such a beautiful trip. We spent our days in the deserts, exploring every inch of beautiful Istanbul. We went to different Mosques, beaches and did lots of shopping in the Bazaars. Without a doubt, Zayn and I had gotten a lot closer. From seeing each other all grumpy during travel to me seeing his very through hair routine. After the spill of secrets on our Walima night, nothing was between us, and our relationship was better than ever. I noticed after him finding out about my Eating Disorder that he paid a lot more attention to me when I ate and would randomly call me beautiful and such more than he did before. It was sometimes overbearing, but I didn't mind. He was simply caring for me, just like how I was with his nightmares and his carelessness to take the medications for his nightmares. We had grown to love each other in the short time we had been together, but the love was as strong as could be.

But alas, our Honeymoon was over, and it was now time to adjust to everyday life. Zayn had taken an extra day off, but I still had work. Right after Fajr, I stealthily got ready, trying not to wake up my sleeping beauty, and headed out for the day.

"Saima, you've been asked to represent this huge international client," Emilia said, squealing into my office. I lifted my head from the papers and contracts I was reading, grateful for the distraction.

"Me? But I don't even know if I passed the BAR yet," Taking a sip of my coffee, as flattering as that was, I still didn't know if I was even a proper lawyer yet.

Emilia brushed it off, "That's nothing, but you need to take this case it'll be amazing for this firm" She said, dropping a file on my desk and heading out.

I opened up the file and began to read 

MAHMUD ALI - DUBAI 

CHARGED WITH TWO FIRST DEGREE MURDER CHARGES

I gasped as I kept reading, it couldn't be.

... Beat his wife and daughter to death

I kept reading and reading hoping this was anyone but him, but once I finished I noticed there was a couple of pictures held on loosely by a paper clip.

The first one was I'm his Mugshot. His eyes were cold and dark, his face was bruised, and he had a faint smile on his face. It was disgusting. Besides the evil on his face, his resemblance to Zayn was uncanny. I looked at the next one, a family photo. The four of them all lined up, a smile plastered on each of their faces. As I looked closer at their faces, all I could see was discomfort. I could faintly even see a pained expression on Zayn's mother's face, as her husband had an arm tightly around her.

The next pictures were pictures at the crime scene, which I quickly tucked away, not needing to see the gruesome images. I couldn't believe it; how was I supposed to defend him in court? My father in law the same one who took away my husband's mother and sister; how was I supposed to do it? I concluded I wouldn't. I could not; no matter how amazing it made the firm or how well the pay was, I simply couldn't.

I quickly wrote my boss an email stating I could not take this case, and I'm sure someone else in the firm would gladly represent him. I got a response that I should deeply consider and that Zayn's father specifically wanted me. Which made me wonder if he knew I was married to his son; he had to, right? Or why else would he want me? Was this all to hurt Zayn?

As I spun on my spinning chair, trying to think of what to do my phone started to buzz, it was a call from Zayn. Great! Hesitatingly I picked up,

"Assalamualaikum what floor are you on? This place is huge!" He asked, I could hear the door shut as he walked,

"Waalaikumsalam, uhm the fifth you have to take the stairs though the elevator broke why?"

I could hear the grin in his face, "We're having lunch together"

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"This is really good!" I said with a stuffed mouth, as I continued to shove more of the delicious Shrimp curry into my mouth. He took a seat in front of me, a smile still plastered on his face,

"Really? I was going to make Biryani, but we already have so much of that, so I decided on the pulao and my favorite shrimp curry; it was Ammu's recipe. Hers was even better," He said, taking a bite of his food; we continued to talk for a little longer until he noticed the file on my desk. Before I could stop him,

"Ou what's this?" He said grabbing the file and opening it, there goes client confidentiality.

His eyes widened as he continued reading, "You're working for my dad?!" He said, his eyes still focused on the folder,

"How could you?" He bellowed, his eyes filled with anger.

"It's not what it looks like!" I exclaimed, getting up; why did I say that? That's the most suspicious thing you could ever say!

He got up from his seat, stepping away from me, "I can't I- I'll see you at home," He said, turning around and slamming the door behind him and not even letting me explain. I stood in front of the door, frozen. What do I do? Do I follow him? No, that would make him even angrier; he needed to calm down.

I sighed taking a seat in my chair and eating up his unfinished food. What have I done?

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The day went painfully slow; my usual excitement for going home was diminished, knowing that I would probably be fighting with Zayn. I didn't want to take the case, that would be betraying Zayn, but the pressures from work all day long was exhausting. I needed to talk to him.

This was our first fight and I was not enjoying this. I hated the feeling knowing he was upset at me.

I leaned against our apartment door, trying to decipher what he was doing. It was quiet, with no sound at all. I slowly opened the door to find Zayn on the couch on his phone; the angry look was still on his face once he noticed me. He got up, not sparing me a second glance,

"Dinner will be ready in five" He said, not a single emotion in his voice, angry Zayn was not a cute look.

I sighed, "Zayn hear me out," hugging him from the back, my arms tightly secured around his waist. He froze and gently took my arms off of him,

"Later go get changed" 

Slowly I walked away hoping he'd stop me, but he didn't.

We sat at the table, quietly eating. Nothing was said. Frankly, I started to get angry at him for not trusting me, for thinking I'd make such a bold move without consulting him. But I tried to let that subside; it's better for me to stay calm while he's angry; both of us angry would not be a good idea.

"The case was brought to me this morning, there's been massive pressure from the firm for me to take it, but I didn't give in. I was going to talk to you later today and then give them my decision in the morning." I said, stabbing the piece of lettuce a little harshly; he stayed silent.

"Oh" He finally said, 

"I just thought you'd -" I abruptly got up,

"Yeah, you thought, nice to see you have so much faith in me," I said, walking away, slamming the door behind me shut as I fell face-first onto our bed. I was hurt that he'd think so little of me. I knew this was a lot to take in for him, but still! He should trust his wife a bit more. How could he think such a thing of me?

A couple minutes later the door opened, Zayn plopped onto the bed beside me. For a moment he was quiet, not saying a word.

"I'm sorry"

I stayed silent, 

"He called me today" I turned my head so fast,

"From jail, I have no idea how he got my number, but he did; he said he was sorry and was basically trying to earn sympathy. He then said Mr. Robinson had recommended him an excellent lawyer, you, and that's when I hung up," He said, laying on his back as he stared at the ceiling.

I shuddered at the thought of Robinson talking about me, why would he ever say that to Zayn's dad? 

"I'm sorry," I finally mumbled, twirling his hair as he sighed in content.

"For what? I'm the one that's sorry" He said closing his eyes and grabbing my hand. 

"I'm just sorry, this must be a lot for you"

"It's okay, I'm sorry for freaking out on you, I trust you I do I just saw my dad and -"

"I understand, let me make an email," I said getting up,

"For what?"

"I'm not taking the case, of course, I don't even know why I hesitated" I honestly didn't know why I hesitated. This was hurting Zayn; the case was irrelevant if it meant Zayn was unhappy.

"You're taking the case Saima" He said not an ounce of any emotion in his voice.

"Did you hear what you said? Are you feeling okay?" I asked, putting the back of my hand on his forehead, checking his temperature. He rolled his eyes,

"Take it, this is a huge moment in your career. Just make sure he doesn't win the case"

I furrowed my brows, "I am not taking this case, as a lawyer I have to honor the client even if I don't agree with what they did. This case is too personal, I'm not taking it" 

He didn't say anything after, I emailed my boss and the conversation was over. I didn't care anymore what the firm would say or do to me. No way could I ever take such a case. 

"Wait that means I'm going to have to go to Dubai" He suddenly said, realization hitting him like a bus.

"Do you want to?"

"Of course not, but if he's looking for a lawyer than I'm going to have to attend the trial" His voice slightly shaking,

I stayed silent, not knowing what to say. He seemed to be in a trance, staring up at the ceiling. That night we didn't speak of it again, resuming our normal lives, trying to not think about the past or how it was going to affect our future. We were in our own bubble, not allowing anything to pop it.

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