All Chapters of Behind A Smile : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Ever since Mrs. Hafsa spoke to Zynah, she had been restless. For Ramlah to want to call off the wedding, Dr. Muslim must have done a terrible thing to her, but he didn't seem like a bad person to her. He couldn't possibly be a villain in their unfolding drama, could he? After she was done talking to Ramlah on the phone, she sauntered to the walk-in closet to get her small travelling bag. She was busy folding some of her clothes in the bag, when Bilal's appeared in the doorway. He stood there, his gaze fixed on the bag. The first thing that obviously ran through his mind, was that she was finally leaving him, even before the time they both agreed. When Zynah raised her gaze and noticed his presence, she immediately zipped up the bag and sauntered towards him. "Bilal. I was looking for you." She started. "I have something to tell you...more like to ask of you." Bilal nodded his head, signalling her to go ahead, for he couldn't bring himself to speak at that moment. His exp

Ramlah heaved a sigh, her voice laced with frustration. "He is not answering any of my calls," sje told Zynah. "Do you think he is mad at me?" Zynah shrugged. "Maybe he is busy with some other things." "I doubt it. He always has his phone with him. Maybe he got angry and decided to call of the wedding himself. If that is the case, Ya Zynah, I won't be able to take it." "Let me try," Zynah said, picking up her phone, and dialed his number. To Ramlah's dismay, he picked up immediately and Zynah put the call on speaker. "As salam alaykum." Came his husky voice. "Wa alaykum salam wa rahmatullah," Ramlah responded. "How are you doing and everyone at home?" "All fine, Alhamdulillah," he replied, curtly. "I want to speak with you," Zynah began. "is that going to be possible today? I'm around." Muslim hesitated for a while before responding, his voice strained. "Alright. I'll be there in few minutes." "Thanks. I will be waiting for you," Zynah remarked before endi

For some inexplicable reason, Bilal felt uneasy. He had tried to reach Zynah several times, but her line was either busy or she wasn't picking up. He waited for a while, then called again, and when she didn't pick up this time, It had him worry, for it was highly unlike her. With slightly trembling fingers, he dialed her number again, and this time, it connected. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as she spoke. "Zynah, I—" "This isn't her," Ramlah's voice cut him off, her tone laced with a hint of smugness. "Oh! Ramlah..." His voice trailed. After everything that had happened in the past few months, he didn't feel comfortable speaking to her. It was high-key awkward. "How have you been? How's home?" Ramlah rolled her eyes. "Good," She responded, curtly. "I have been trying to call Zynah. Is she close by? Please give her the phone," Bilal went straight to the point. It was obvious Ramlah didn't want to speak to him, and he understood her reason. "She isn't here," Raml

Bilal froze - his hand hooked, midair. His heart instantly began to thump rapidly in his chest. He quickly brought down his arm and opened his mouth to explain, to apologize but words failed him. Instead, a lone tear slipped out of his eye as he realized the gravity of his action. Without another word, he turned around and walked away, leaving Zynah stunned and hurt. Once an abuser, always an abuser - Zynah couldn't help, but agree with the harsh truth. Her eyes were still widened. She still couldn't believe Bilal had attempted to hit her again. Not after all they had been through. Not after promising never to do it again. For the past few months, Bilal had worked really hard in trying to make her know how changed he really was, but one little hurdle in the way, was all it took to reignite the monstrosity in him. She understood why he was angry - anyone in his shoes would be, but instead of listening to what she had to say, he acted rationally and ended up exacerbating the situat

Zynah stretched her limbs and yawned, her eyes opening to reveal an empty room. The soft morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow in the room. She glanced at the nightstand and found a plate of freshly cut fruits. A small smile spread across her face at Bilal's thoughtful gesture. As Zynah got out of bed, and sauntered towards the living room, she could already hear the sound of video game playing. As expected, she found Bilal and Adnan seated with folded legs in front of the television. Her presence wasn't even acknowledged until she cleared her throat. Bilal's gaze automatically darted to her and his lips curved into a lopsided smile. "And the sleeping beauty is finally awake." Zynah couldn't hold back a chuckle. "Did I sleep for too long?" She asked, taking a seat on the couch behind them. "Not really," Bilal replied, dropping the gamepad on the floor, and moving to sit on the couch beside Zynah. "Are you feeling better now?" "Yeah," Zynah re