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    Preloved

    By Ira W

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    This story should have been about Mariam and Ayaan. Mariam was my older sister, and Ayaan was her husband. Both were madly in love with each other. Everything was going fine in our lives until one day that terrible accident happened, and Mariam passed away and in a blink of an eye, our lives changed forever. Leaving me behind with Ayaan and their two-month-old son Hamza to look after and just like that, I became a part of their life. Uninvited and unwanted.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherIra W
    Release dateNov 17, 2020
    ISBN9781777378028
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    Ira W

    A new aspiring new adult author who likes to write about romance and all things lovely!

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      Preloved - Ira W

      Preloved

      Ira W

      Copyright © 2020 Ira W

      All rights reserved.

      ISBN: 978-1-7773780-2-8

      DEDICATION

      I would like to dedicate this book to my amazing readers.

      Thank you so much for your love and support.

      Chapter 1

      Noor

      Thank you so much for agreeing to this marriage, my dear.

      My mother placed her hand on my shoulder and kissed my head to reassure me that the step I agreed to take was the right thing to do under current circumstances.

      Everything was happening too fast, but my family needed it—his family needed it. This decision was made for the people that I deeply cared about, and I loved my family too much to turn them down when they presented this proposition to me. It hadn’t even been a week since the horrific accident happened where I lost my best friend—my older sister, Mariam—and now, here I was waiting in my room so that I could be taken to the man who would become my husband in just a few moments.

      It’s time.

      My father entered the room and I looked at him. His eyes got teary as soon as he glanced my way and witnessed me in the wedding dress that my mother managed to pull together for me in just two days. I walked toward my father and embraced him. I was missing my sister terribly. I wished she were here with us. If she were here, then none of this would have happened in the first place. This marriage was nothing but a compromise. It was always going to be a compromise.

      Baba, I managed to utter in a broken voice. Some part of me was still lost somewhere. All the memories that I shared with my lovely sister were wandering inside my head since the day she passed away. I couldn’t let go of it, the pain and sorrow were indescribable. It felt like a part of my soul had gone with her.

      Let’s go.

      He placed his hands around my shoulders to keep me steady as we walked downstairs.

      You’re doing the right thing; Mariam would have wanted this, my mother whispered, and that made it worse. I wanted to tell her Mariam wasn’t here, and if she were, none of this would have happened, but I kept quiet. The idea of her not being with us was still unacceptable. Destiny was playing a game with me. Never in a million years had I thought that one day I’d be doing this.

      The music started playing as we entered the living room.

      Stop the music, the man spoke, and the music stopped.

      I looked up from the ground and saw Ayaan, who was like a friend to me once upon a time—and also my brother-in-law. No, he wasn’t my brother-in-law anymore…he was my future husband. He was dressed in a black suit, hair parted sideways, with a little scruff. He seemed older compared to last time I saw him, when he was here with Mariam…when everything was fine. How quickly did everything change? From so much happiness and celebration to sadness and misery.

      Noor.

      His mother came forward and held my hands to take me to the sofa where Ayaan was sitting. He stiffened and moved further back as soon as I sat next to him. I duplicated his manner and scooted away from him, too. He noticed, but remained silent.

      Well, everyone is here, Maulvi Sahib, my father announced to the Imam to start the wedding ceremony.

      I felt completely numb. I wasn’t in a position to think, argue, or react. So I sat there and waited. Ayaan agreed to this marriage with such loath in his voice that every time he said yes, my heart ached.

      And do you take Mohammad Ayaan Khalid as your husband, Ms. Noor Ahmed? the Imam asked me, and everyone turned to look at me except Ayaan. I don’t think I can do this, my heart screamed, but my brain didn’t allow me to act on it.

      Noor?

      My mom hurried to me and placed her hand on my back, and I couldn’t stop myself from crying. I hope I’m making the right decision, I tried to tell myself, thinking about the reason that made me say yes to this agreement in the first place, the only reason I accepted to tie my name with Ayaan’s.

      Think about Hamza, my mother reminded me, and I thought about my sister’s child. My two-month-old nephew who did nothing to deserve this. He needed me. He was the reason I was choosing to become a part of Ayaan’s life—so I could raise my sister’s child as my own.

      I... I gulped, and then Ayaan turned his head and stared right into my eyes. That was the first time he had looked at me since the funeral. His eyes were bloodshot. I only saw hatred and loss in them, nothing else. His suffering gaze sent chills down my spine, and I glanced away immediately.

      Noor, do you take Mohammad Ayaan Khalid as your husband? the Imam asked.

      Yes, I uttered.

      Do you take Mohammad Ayaan Khalid as your husband? he repeated.

      Yes, I replied and clenched my dress.

      Do you take Mohammad Ayaan Khalid as your husband? he asked for the very last time.

      Yes. I said, breaking down on my mother’s shoulder.

      My father’s close friends began congratulating him and Ayaan’s father—they came to the ceremony to act as witnesses. Ayaan’s mother approached me with two gold bangles that once belonged to my sister.

      Aunty, I shook my head to deny accepting them. I couldn’t wear these. They belonged to my sister. They weren’t mine. They could never be mine. These bangles were given to my sister when she married Ayaan.

      I gave these to Mariam, and now you’re the mother of her child. You’re Ayaan’s wife, she declared, and as soon as she said that, Ayaan got up from the sofa.

      I have to go. I’m sorry, Baba.

      He looked at my father, who nodded, allowing him to leave. Ayaan didn’t even glance at me as he angrily marched out the door. Could he not see that I lost my sister, too? That I was in pain, too?

      My parents drove me to Ayaan’s house after all the guests had left. My mother helped me set up the last few things in my new room. Most of my stuff had already been moved and was put in the right place. This new arrangement was nothing compared to my room in my parents’ house. Like most things, everything was strange. I was borrowing a part of my sister’s life that I shouldn’t be.

      Ammi, please stay with me, I pleaded as my mother picked up her bag to leave.

      We’ll come tomorrow, my dear. This is your home now.

      My mother wiped away the tears from my face.

      Please, stay for a little while.

      I grabbed her hand.

      Noor, this family needs you. They’re your responsibility now. We’ll see you tomorrow.

      My father joined us and hugged me. I loved my parents dearly; everything that I was doing was for them and my nephew. They stayed with me with a few more moments but eventually left with a promise of coming to visit me soon.

      Huma will be here if you need anything. Let me show you where some of Hamza’s things are kept, Ayaan’s mother said, entering the room after I changed into comfortable clothes.

      Ayaan’s mother—who had been taking care of Ayaan and Hamza since Mariam’s funeral—was running off to a business meeting, but she was making sure I got settled before she left. His father hadn’t stuck around. I didn’t know too much about the situation, but I knew Ayaan’s parents were separated—Mariam had mentioned that Ayaan and his father weren’t close.

      His mother was referring to Huma, the housekeeper, who was a kind and simple middle-aged woman that I knew quite well because Mariam was very fond of her.

      Thank you so much, my dear, for agreeing to this marriage. Hamza and Ayaan both need you...I am indebted to you, she said as the tour of the house concluded.

      Please don’t say that...I just did what felt right...for Hamza.

      I smiled at her and walked with her to the door. Hamza was staying at my parents’ because they wanted me to spend some time alone with Ayaan so we could talk some things out. I hated that idea, but they insisted. What was I supposed to say to him?

      I stayed awake and decided to wait for Ayaan in the living room, but he didn’t show up. I went to his room—our room, I corrected myself. It felt so weird to suddenly have his name tied to mine.

      Everywhere I looked, I saw pictures of Mariam and Ayaan, both looking happy and absolutely in love. It brought tears to my eyes. Mariam was so young. She was perfect. Why did such a thing happen to her? Why did bad things happen to good people?

      I stepped closer to the pictures and grabbed one of the frames. This frame had a picture from their wedding day. I was also in it, sitting between them. Ayaan and Mariam had their arms around me, and I was smiling big for the camera. We all seemed so happy.

      Nothing will ever be the same.

      What are you doing in here?

      The voice came from behind and I jumped, dropping the photo frame on the floor, smashing it to pieces.

      Ayaan was here.

      Chapter 2

      Noor

      The room felt a lot smaller when Ayaan walked over to me and stared down at the broken frame. I got on my knees to pick up the glass pieces. He didn’t say a word, just watched.

      Noor, he finally spoke, and I looked at him. Get up, he ordered, and I did just that. I held onto the picture.

      You can sleep downstairs in the guest room. He turned around and headed to the dressing table.

      Okay, I nodded and was about to walk out the door when he said my name again and I stopped.

      I want to make a few things clear. Although we are married, I’ll never consider you my wife. You are only here for Hamza, and you don’t have to look after me. If you need anything, tell Huma and she’ll take care of it. He sounded like a robot. He showed no emotion when he said those words to me. Why didn’t he realize that he wasn’t the only one who lost her? Mariam meant everything to me, too. I lost her, too. I was suffering, too.

      I understand. I will keep out of your way, but I only have one request. My parents have gone through a lot, and I don’t want them to worry about me. So, whenever you see them, please assure them that everything’s fine between us, I asked him. My parents had so many hopes for me. I didn’t want them to feel disappointed or guilty for putting me in such a situation.

      He didn’t respond to my request and went to the washroom. I walked downstairs and saw Huma cleaning around the living room area.

      Do you need any help? I asked her. I knew I wouldn’t get myself to sleep. I’d be wide awake with the same tiring thoughts that were running through my head all the time.

      No, I’m almost done, dear. You should go and rest, she

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