I take back every negative thing I had said about her tenfold. Khirad was nothing like I thought she was or was even expecting her to be…she was pure-hearted, innocent…and even beautiful. She even avoided making eye-contact with me and…trembled in my presence when we were alone together.
Sara, on the other hand, was literally getting out of hand; every time I praised my wife to her she had something negative to say, like endlessly commenting about her poor background and even labelled her as illiterate when Khirad was a mathematical genius just like her father before her. I even told Sara that we were biased about her but the girl still couldn't take a hint. In the end, I even persuaded Khiard to finish her studies that she had to leave behind after her mother's cancer diagnosis. But then Sara started making home visits to my wife behind my back which just irked me a lot. She had started listening in on my phone calls with her and started painting out every opposing situation that she could, like how she didn't know how to function in upper-class society. This girl was being downright delusional and I was starting to lose my patience with it all. But what she did at her birthday party was bang out of order; demeaning her in front of everyone like she was a country bull at a party well and truly pissed me off. That was when my self-assured well-minded wife started comparing herself to Sara and I really had to hold myself back from strangling my cousin right there and then. Who the hell did Sara think she was? Some kind of princess?
But it turns out that Sara wasn't my only problem…her own cousin had come along and had practically started to worship the ground my wife walked on. Every time I saw him he overly-praised her, but now she was his blood donor when he met with an accident? And her personal driver from university? It was all too damned much to the point where I sort of…shut down for a while. All I could hear and see in my mind was Khirad and Khizar conversing with each other over and over again, and that just made me angry. I think at some point I was even taking out my fears on my wife who hadn't actually done anything suspicious…but I couldn't help it. They were both young, in the same class studying together whereas I…was worried that we didn't have anything much in common compared to them at all. I knew my silence was killing my wife who asked me every day what she had done wrong but I couldn't even open my mouth to give her any answer as well because…even I didn't know what the problem was…or I did and I just didn't want to believe it. But when I came home and saw what I saw…I knew I hadn't panicked for no reason. I had even threatened to kill her the next time she was in front of me…