I was woken up by the bright light hitting on my face. My eyelids fluttered open and a white ceiling came into my view. Where am I? The smell of antiseptics and floor cleaning lotion reached my nose making me realise that I am in a hospital. I looked down to see that I am now wearing a hospital gown. All the dirty bruises on my arms and legs are now visible. I can see the red belt marks on my legs. I started scratching my healed cuts, suddenly feeling disgusted and ashamed of them. Soon, the cuts started bleeding and I cried silently.
"Amaira, what are you doing?" I looked up to see mom standing near the door. Her eyes were wide and it was focused on my bleeding hand. I quickly held my hand to my chest trying to hide the disgusting scars and bruises from her.
"Honey, show me your hand. Let me clean them." Mom said softly coming near me. I backed away from her as the tears blurred my vision.
"Amaira, please." Mom pleaded as she extended her hand to grab mine. She gently took my hand in hers and I started pulling my hand.
"Amaira stop pulling your hand away. Let me clean the bruises, okay? Calm down." Mom said sternly.
"No, no, you can't see those. It's disgusting." I sobbed. She looked at me with teary eyes.
"Amaira, it's okay. They are not disgusting. Your scars just show how strong you are. They only make you more beautiful." She said while cleaning my cuts.
"Everyone will hate you when they see your scars."
Then why is mom talking to me nicely instead of yelling at me? She should be angry with me. My scars don't make me stronger, they only make me look ugly.
"All done." Mom said after neatly dressing my wound. She sat on the edge of the hospital bed and looked at me.
"How are you feeling, now?" She asked.
"Okay." I mumbled looking at my folded legs.
"You know you can talk to me anytime, right?" Mom asked softly. I nodded, still not looking at her. Suddenly, the door opened and someone entered the room. I looked up to see dad holding a bag in his hand.
"Good morning, Little Peanut." He said with a small smile.
"Here, I got what you asked for." Dad said handing the bag to mom.
"Thanks, Adi. Where is Iyaan?" Mom asked. My heartbeats increased as I heard his name. He will just hate me more. He wouldn't want me. Who wants a wife like me, anyway? I am not good for him. Maybe, he is going to send me back to my uncle's house after I get better.
"He went to the cafeteria to get coffee." Dad said.
"So, how about you eat something before getting discharged?" Mom asked. I nodded no causing mom to look at me with a frown.
"Why?" She asked.
"Not hungry." I mumbled.
"No, you have to eat something in order to take your medicines. I will go buy you something from the cafeteria." Mom said walking out of the room.
"Little peanut, can you look at me?" I heard dad ask. I slowly looked at him, expecting disgust and anger on his face but all I saw is love and warmth in his eyes.
They said that everyone will look at me with disgust once they see my bruises. Why is dad looking at me with love and mom behaving nicely to me instead of getting angry? Didn't they see my scars? Didn't they realise that I am not good for their son? I look so ugly.
"Amaira, you are crying. Tell me what's wrong?" He pleaded gently wiping away my tears.
"Do you hate me?" I asked. Dad looked at me in confusion before asking,
"Why would I hate you?"
"Because I have ugly bruises and scars." I mumbled.
"I am not going to hate you just because you have scars, Amaira. You are my little peanut and you will always be my little peanut." He said kissing my forehead.
Mom and dad don't hate me. They still love me even with all my scars and bruises. They don't find me disgusting.
Suddenly, the door opened and mom entered holding a tray followed by Iyaan. I quickly looked at my feet as I saw him enter. Mom and dad may have accepted the real me but Iyaan would never.
"Here you go." Mom said placing the food on my lap.
I ate a slice of strawberry, savoring the sweet and sour taste. It's been so long since I ate strawberries. For a moment, I forgot about everything and continued eating the juicy strawberries.
"Amaira, you can't only eat the strawberries. You have to eat the oats as well, honey." Mom said wiping my chin with a napkin. I probably made a mess by eating strawberries. My cheeks heated up in embarrassment.
I am a 21-year-old and I made a mess by eating strawberries like an immature kid.
I continued eating my food slowly making sure not to make a mess and finished almost half of the bowl before placing the tray on the nightstand.
"Are you full?" Dad asked to which I nodded not looking at him. Mom then gave me my medicines.
"Okay, so how about I help you get changed before we leave?" Mom asked.
"Okay." I mumbled.
"Can you try to stand up?" Mom asked. I nodded and slowly got down from the bed and stood up causing me to whimper in pain. Mom took my hand in hers and helped me to the bathroom. Mom placed the bag that dad gave her earlier on the bathroom countertop before opening the bag and pulling out a long lavender dress.
"I asked Iyla to pack a dress that is soft and loose on your body so that it doesn't cause any pain while scratching with your bruises. I hope this fits you." Mom said handing me the dress.
"Also, a new set of undergarments are in the bag as well." Mom said and I nodded with a blush.
"Do you want me to stay here and help you wear the dress?" Mom asked with a small smile.
"Yes please." I mumbled feeling embarrassed that I can't even dress myself.
"No need to be embarrassed, sweetheart. I know your whole body is in pain and it's best if you don't strain yourself." She advised.
"And it's not like I haven't seen you naked. I used to change your diapers when you were a baby." Mom teased, embarrassing me further.
"Mom." I squeaked as she untied the knot of my hospital gown causing it to hit the floor. I was now standing in front of mom in just my yellow panties and matching bra that had pretty little watermelons printed on them.
I should have worn plain panties and a bra.
"What a cute pair of panties!!" Mom exclaimed. If I was not in my panties and bra, I would have run out of the room and lived the rest of my life in a jungle with the monkeys.
"Okay, here you go. Should I turn around while you remove your undergarments and wear the new ones?" Mom asked and I nodded gratefully.
"I am done." I said softly after wearing the new set of plain white undergarments. Mom helped me wear the dress without hurting my bruises and the dress was soft but slightly large for me but it was comfortable. Mom also offered to braid my hair to which I nodded. After she braided my hair neatly, I placed all my used clothes on the bag in which the new clothes were kept before zipping it.
"Also Amaira, I and Iyaan have decided that it is best for you to stay with me until you get better. You are okay with that right?" Mom asked.
He doesn't want me to stay with him anymore.
"Yes."I mumbled trying not to cry. Mom smiled before we both exited the bathroom. Dad was sitting beside Iyaan on the couch and they were talking to each other. Their conversation ended when they saw mom and me.
"Okay, let's leave. Iyaan you signed the discharge papers, right?" Mom asked and Iyaan nodded. I looked at my feet and realised that I am barefoot.
"Amaira honey, why are you standing there?" Mom asked. I looked up to see her, dad and Iyaan standing near the door, ready to walk out of the room.
"I don't have my shoes." I said and wiggled my toes.
"I am so sorry, Amaira. I completely forgot to ask Iyla to pack you a pair of shoes." Mom said apologetically.
"It's okay." I mumbled with a small smile.
"I can carry you if that's okay?" Iyaan suddenly spoke.
"Carry me?" I piped with a blush.
"Okay, then we will wait by the car." Dad said, exiting the room with mom.
"Can I pick you up?" Iyaan asked making me look at him. I quickly nodded while fiddling with my fingers. Not even a second later, I was lifted by two strong arms. I shrieked and wrapped my arms around his neck. I hid my head in the crook of his neck and I heard him take a deep breath.
Maybe, he doesn't like me doing that.
I pulled away from the crook of his neck and laid my head on his chest. He started walking with me in his arms and I stared at him through my lashes.
He looks tired.
He has dark circles under his eyes.
Didn't he sleep well yesterday?
He looked down at me and I quickly averted my eyes. I suddenly felt sleepy and a yawn escaped my mouth. My eyelids started getting droopy and soon I fell asleep in his arms.
Sorry for the late update but I have some online revision classes scheduled by my school for this week and I didn't get time to write because I had to revise my portions. So, how was this chapter? Did you enjoy it? Was it cute, sad, or boring? Let me know. The next chapter will again be in Amaira's pov and it will be quite long. I really want to complete this book within next month, so I planning to increase the chapter length.
You will see Charan, Lucky, Veer and Jiya in probably three chapters. Did you miss them? Isn't Amaira so cute? I love her so much. More adorable acts of her coming soon. What do you think of Iyaan? Do you think he hates her?
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