I thought long and hard about the situation. Basically, I'm ruining Yaseen's life ten times more than before.

I'm thinking I should pretend like I'm going to a hotel because of meetings with J.R or something. This way Yaseen will get his space and my mother in law will be cool with it.

But how long will I be able to stay there? I don't have enough money to last me so long.

I thought about just staying far from him, but no. He just doesn't want to know that he has to come home and get the vibe of me there.

That's it. After Aliza leaves, I'll leave too.
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Yaseen's POV.

I was frustrated. I can't find a single place where Qulsum doesn't pop up in my mind.

I came out of the mosque and walked over with Tariq to the car.

"Tariq" I say and he turns.

"What is wrong with me? You've known me for a while, what is it? What is happening to me?" I ask scratching my head.

He nods and we agreed to go to my office. I've called him once or twice before for casual talks. He was someone far but he knew me well even though no one sees that. He's a wise man.

"Tell me what you think of Qulsum" He says right as we walk in.

"What?" I ask.

"What do you think about Qulsum?" He repeats.

"Um, I hate her, I hate her presence I hate her existence I hate her so so so much, I've never hated someone so much in my life." I say under gritted teeth.

He smiles and this smile was making my anger boil up.

"Why?" He asks.

"BECAUSE! I JUST..."

"Because what?"

"I DON"T KNOW IT'S JUST HER! I CAN"T STAND HER"

"You hate her because you are starting to have some kind of feeling for her. Attachment even." He says as if he knew exactly what he was talking about.

"BullSHIT!"

"Is it? You're always pushing her away but then bringing her back. You try to avoid getting caught looking at her, but I noticed it. You're trying to push her as far as possible but you just end up wanting her back."

"NO! I can't let this happen! I'm..I'm sick!"

"Sir I'm just answering what you asked."

"How do I avoid it?" He doesn't respomd.

"How do I avoid this kind of..attachment?"

"You can't. Try avoiding her,"

-

I got back home tired and stressed. Bothered annoyed.

I need to avoid her.

"Oh good you're home." My mother says.

"Yeah."

"So did you see Qulsum's hotel room?"

I stared at my mother blankly.

"What?"

"What?" She asks.

"What hotel room? What are you talking about?"

"Yaseen, I'm talking about Qulsum's hotel room? I thought she told you already. You guys didn't talk about this?"

"What?"

"Yaseen, Qulsum is staying in a hotel!"

"Why?"

"Work purposes, I thought she told you! Let me give her a call-"

"Wait no. Now I remember" I lie and she chuckles and I follow her into the living room.

"You're so forgetful! You scared me!" She says sitting down.

"Yeah. But she didn't - um never mind."

What the hell? This is good. It's perfect. I'm avoiding her completely. I should be fine.

-

Qulsum's POV.

I began pacing back and forth. How long will I be able to stay here? Money isn't a problem. Mama got me covered. But the vibe...

My phone rang and the caller id name that I had made for him was "freak"

Yaseen is a freak. No doubt.

I turned it off and went back to my texting. But he called again. I turned it off and continued. He was pissing me off. I'm just doing what he wanted. I'm a burden he wants me to stay away, he's happier without my presence.

So now why are you calling?

The phone rang several more times and I finally pick up.

"Salam Alaykum, what do you want" I say.

"Walaykum Salam, what the f*ck are you doing?" He asks and I literally was in confused mode.

"Giving you your space."

"What?"

"Don't you remember I'm a burden, you're happier without me so here I am. Now stop calling please you're-"

"Come home now."

"This is my home." I say proudly.

"No its not."

"You yourself said it okay."

"No. I'm taking it back. Where are you? I'm gonna pick you up." He says as if he cared.

"I'm not coming Yaseen."

"What the f*ck do you mean you're not coming? You have to come."

"Nope. You're going to be happy."

"No I'm not!"

"Yes you will. I thought about it and realized I was becoming into a big problem for you-"

"Stop thinking about me! Where are you?"

"Not telling. Bye-"

"Qulsum where are you"

"Not your business"

"I'm your husband, it is my business. Now tell me where you are I'm going to pick you up. You're coming home."

"Why? I took permisson from your mom."

"Permission from my mother?ARE YOU MARRIED TO ME OR MY MOTHER?" He says raising his voice.

What is wrong with him?

"Qulsum. Are you listening?"

"Why should I? You don't even like me why are you so anxious for me to come home."

"Because!"

"Look Yaseen I'm going now-"

"No. I want you here."

"For what? So you can insult me?  Choke me? Hate me? No thanks. I want nothing to do with you."

I could hear his breath getting heavier.

"IF YOU DONT TELL ME WHERE THE F*CK YOU ARE THIS INSTANT I'M GETTING THE COPS"

"Get the cops. I'm not coming back Yaseen." I said hanging up. I've had enough. I'm tired. He's tired. We aren't getting along. This isn't working. We both need some space.

He called again and again and again. I finally had enough and picked up.

"Listen I understand we've had our problems. Let's meet and talk."

"No. I'm helping you."

"You don't know how to help me. COME HOME IM CALLING THE COPS THATS IT."

"Fine! I'm coming!" I shout. I could just sense him smirking in satisfaction.

"Address" he says in a calm relaxed voice.

I Gave him the address and he hung up. Anger was boiling up inside me.

But I kind of felt...good. Yes I want to stay away from him, yes I hate him, I don't care about him but I felt like..he liked me? I mean why does he... Wait a minute. There's a catch! He's planning something, I can feel it.

Does he want to kill me? Intense but like...it seems possible. I'm like an hour and a half away from home and he himself is coming. This is not normal. This is not okay. Some things fishy. I better stay alert.

Does he plan to throw me off to the streets? On a highway? Throw me off the bridge? What are you planning Yaseen!

My heart was pounding of fear. I hate how I always think of the good and then realize the truth.

"Maybe he likes me" How can I be so foolish?

I sound so childish. Maybe Yaseen is right. I need to act a little more mature.

Ok starting now I'm going to he more mature. But how? No. I don't need to be, I'm already mature shut up Yaseen, why am I letting him judge me?

-

I stood up seeing Yaseen walk in he was checking his watch. He looked so good, like a model really. I hated him for that. He's such a good looking human and when I walk by him people probably judge me so bad.

Like theres him looking all handsome and then theres me barely keeping myself together.

As he walked towards me his eyes didn't leave mine and I looked around pretending like it had no effect on me. It didn't? It shouldn't.

"Shall we go?" He asks standing right in front of me.

"Yeah." I say quietly.

"Don't forget your bag." He says and I made a pity looking face at him.

Why'd he have to come!

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