Mr.Khalid:
One of the most painful truths I had ever encountered was this: was everything a lie?Who were my parents?I will always believe the people I lived with as my own, not some other couple who abandoned me on someone is doorstep.

"What are you thinking?"My wife's soft, concerned voice took me out of my thoughts. She is a true gem of a person who has never left my side since we married.

I stared at her; if it had been someone else, she would have abandoned me or given me space, but here she is comforting me.

"You need to rest," she said as she massaged my forehead while my uncle rested. I was done forgiving him.

"You should rest too, don't you?"I asked her, why did I even break her heart five years ago? She always puts other people before herself.

She grinned and said, "Uncle will not wake up anytime soon, let us sleep and tomorrow InshaaAllah we start afresh."

"Cease doing that," she said, her expression bewildered.

"Doing what?"I questioned her.

"I know what you are thinking, and please do not push me away; marriage is not a joke," she said, raising her voice slightly.

I smirked and raised my brow; she looked away shyly and went to call guard for my uncle, who is one of the most trusted guards.

"Let us go, dear wife," I said, and she did not even meet my gaze; someone was being shy and nervous.

When we arrived in the bedroom, she began making the bed and removing our clothes in preparation for tomorrow, as I also have some business at the new hotel I have opened.

I moved closer to her while she was wearing her hijab loosely; she wears it every day while sleeping, even in front of me, so I guess she is used to it, which makes me respect and admire her even more because many people no longer wear hijab.

"What are you doing?" If I am not mistaken, someone did not want me here tonight," she said, pushing me with her fragile hands, and I simply moved to stare at her. What is wrong with me?

"Is someone upset with me?"As I slowly took off her hijab, I asked her.

"I like your hair," I said to her, and she informed me that she had left her natural hair alone on the day of our wedding.

"Thank you," she thanked, but she was too quiet, which puzzled me.

I began checking files and fixing errors when I overheard her on the phone.

"Assalamualaikum Imad," she said to her brother, and I heard his response.

"Waleikumsalam," he replied. I told her to stay on speaker because her brother did not listen to me, and if my uncle had taken a negative action, it would have hurt my wife.

"Someone did not listen to my orders."I grabbed the phone, said something firm, and motioned for my wife to keep quiet, but she was controlling and wanted to laugh.

He chuckled and said, "Oh sorry, your wife was being bossy. She wanted to be next to her husband in every way. She was even blackmailing me poor me." He was the craziest friend I have ever had, and my wife started laughing too—it felt like today had never happened.

I hope everything is okay, he said.

"Yes, thank you very much for listening to my wife," I said as she shrugged and lay in bed while we discussed our upcoming meeting. Afterward, I joined her.

"How about your parents?"When I asked her, she smiled, as she always does when we talk about parents, and she just moved closer, snuggled, and slept on my arm.

"They are fine, and I am sleepy," she said, and I simply kissed her on the forehead.

"Forget everything Khalid, life is short, and forgive your uncle. I only wanted you to bond with him, which is why I called him before he came here, and he said better tell the truth first, and he realized his mistake, so that is the best thing, right?" She explained to me, and then I stood up to check on my uncle, and she smiled.

"Be back soon," I said, and she nodded.

I opened the door to my uncle's room and stared at him. I texted my wife and she called me; we spoke until she fell asleep. I gestured to the guard to leave, saying, "I know I told my wife I will be back, but I have only him as family and tonight I will stay by his side."

"Water," I said as soon as I heard a rough voice. I got up, gave him a glass of water, and assisted him in drinking.

"Your wife is a gem, Khalid, and thank you so much," he said as he began to cough.

I tried to tell him, but he just shook his head. "Please rest, you need proper rest I have forgiven you we will talk afterwards," I said.

I wondered if that was true or if there was more to it. He said, "My daughter hurt you. She ran away with someone and people teased my family. When she realized her mistake it was too late the guy had hurt her. She is so lost please help her." Was everything planned out? Should I trust him?

Rest assured that I will do my best. "Please help my daughter, rescue her from that guy. He has been kidnapping her since a few days. He had enmity with me and he knew my weakness."

I blew on him and said a few duas. I kept staring at him until he nodded off, wondering what new information I could learn.

"Hopefully, this is not a trap or a plot," I muttered as I called Imad for assistance.

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