Haniyah's eyes fluttered open, her face pressed against Aaban's covered chest.

She looked up staring at his face, and for some reason her heart felt at peace.

He looked so peaceful while he slept.

What am I thinking?

I'm supposed to hate him.

So then why is my heart beating so fast?

It was written since the day
the pen was created...

The voice from that night spoke again in her mind

It's Allah who writes our destiny.

The best if the writers, the one who has written her fate.

Two weeks had passed by since their walima. Haniyah's heart was still wary, she wanted to let go, to move forward, to start a beautiful life with her husband. She wanted to get to know him. The only thing she knew about him was all the things that the media had said about him.

She felt conflicted, confused. She saw the way he treated his mom, the way he treated his sister, the way he treated her. His eyes held respect, his actions and words screamed respect. His actions completely denied the rumours of his encounters with women. When he spoke to her, he would speak in a calm voice, in the way she had read                               the prophet صلى الله عليه وسام  do so. She no longer saw him as the cold hearted murderer that the media and people showed him to be as. She wanted to know what gave him the title of being one of the cruelest man alive. How can a man who's eyes hold so much respect for his mother ever disgrace another woman?

Shs had started to realize that this man has tough walls built up around his heart, a dark past that haunts him.

She has heard thesmall whimpers, the frightened "no" that would escape from his lips and his eyes would twitch while he slept. She kept that a secret, kept it with her. She wanted to know what made such a strong man crumble in his sleep like that.

So much has changed between them.

He hadn't tried to kiss her like the night of their wedding, he never forced her into something that she didn't want, he always acted like a gentleman towards her, and that's what made her begin to fall for him.

It's ironic how so easily we break the oaths and the promises we make to ourselves.

She had promised her self that she would never be his.

That she would never fall in love with him.

Just the mere thought of him made her heartbeat fast, when he's in the room she would forget how to breathe, when they would  touch sparks and fireworks explode in her stomach.

She was falling in love with him

She was so lost in her thoughts she didn't notice the man she called her husband was staring at her.

His deep chuckle brought her out of her thoughts causing Haniyah to scream, Aaban quickly covered her mouth.

"You don't want anyone to thing something dirty do you, Haniyah?" She felt his smirk against her bare neck causing goosebumps to explode over her skin

She tried to say something but her voice was muffled by his big hands,

She looked up at him with angry eyes.

She  didn't feel scared, like she once used to, so she did the most logical thing she could think of, she bit him.

He hissed and removed his hand from away from her.

"Ouch! what was that for?" he glared at her

"For saying something so absurd." She shrugged, sitting up, grabbing the scrunchy from the side table, pulling her hair into a messy bun.

"Oh so you can stare at me all you want while I'm sleeping, but that's okay?" as he also sat up, grabbing his water bottle taking a sip from it.

Haniyah was about to answer when there was a knock on the door of our room.

"I heard screaming, is it safe for me to come in!" Barakah's voice spoke from the door, her indication made a deep blush on arise in Haniyah's cheeks.

Aaban smirked as he got off the bed and walked to the door.

" I just got saved by the knock, ey doll?" he winked at her as he opened the door. "Yes, little one what do you want"

"Is it safe for me to come in" I heard Barakahs voice muse. I could just imagine the blank look on my husband face.

"Mom heard Bhaibi scream and she asked my to check if everything is okay." She pushed her brother aside and she walked into the room.

"Make it quick Barakah" Aaban commanded

"Shut up Aaban." Barakah glared at her brother, and he immediately closed his mouth and huffed, which caused Haniyah to let out a light laugh.

He just glared at her.

Was that the only thing he knew how to do?

"I didn't want to  inturupt you and bhai" she placed the items on the bed. " but mama was worried something happened, I guess she a little sl-"

"Okay Barajas that enough" Aaban cut his sister off. "if you're done you can leave or you're going to make the poor woman die from embarrassment " Aaban's voice mused as he stared at his wife's red face.

" Shut up, it didn't even take that long," she rolled her eyes at him, turning around to walk out. "Honestly bahabi I don't know how you deal with this brat." She huffed and walked out their room, causing Haniyah to let out a small giggle.

Aaban closed the door, glaring at his wife as she smirked lightly at him as he made his way to the washroom.!

Sighing, Haniyah laid back down. The bed was so comfy, it felt as is she was floating on clouds. Her eyes closed as she embraced sleep once again.

Aaban left the bathroom with a simple towel wrapped around his waist, his hair wet and dripping from the shower he had just taken. His eyes fell upon the little body curled up in the blankets, his eyes soften. This was the woman he was waiting for years, he got a chance to snatch her away before he did. It never made sense to him how the moment he laid eyes on her his whole world faded away, the heartbreak he went through, the scared memories of his past, every scar, every memory that made him the man he was just faded away, forgetting who he was. He felt like these he once was, the man before pain had flooded his life, the pain that took away the most precious thing in his life. The pain of her walking out of his life, her betrayal. Everything faded away. The walls that he had taken year to build up were slowly melting away with her doing anything, a small smile from her and his heart would beat as if he had run miles. He never showed it.

"Are you just gonna stand there in a towel or are you going to change" the angelic voice brought him out of his thoughts. He smirked as he saw his wife's hands were covering her eyes.

"No, I'm fine just the way I am" he leaned against the door of the washroom, his eyes fell upon the clock, 10:17. "It's already pass 10, I think you should start getting ready, Haniyah" He watched as his wife slowly took her hands off her eyes only to cover her eyes, causeing him to let out a small laugh. He smiled and walked towards the closet in their room.

Haniyah slowly moved her hands from her eyes, her husband no longer standing by the door. She let out a small sigh, blushing she made her way towards the bathroom.  She locked the door behind herself and looked at myself in the mirror.

Her eyes were bright and happy, nothing like before.

Did I really feel this happy?

•

With her hair braided and clothing on, she looked at herself in the mirror.

The dress was beautiful. She had found the dress laid on the couch in her side of the closet.

It was a traditional Pakistani dress, It was royal blue with dull golden embroidery on it, which almost looked white. It was nothing to over the top. Simple but elegant.

Satisfied with the way she looked she walked out of the washroom, where her husband was sitting.

As he heard her walk out of the bathroom , he looked up and his smile grew bigger. His dimples visible. His eyes soften as he looked at his wife. The dark blue contrasting with her light skin. She looked like an angle.

Haniyah blushed as her husband stared at her and looked down.

"Come on doll, they must be waiting for us downstairs." He held his hand out to her.

After a few seconds of debating, she placed her tiny hand into his larger one.

Sparks ran up both of their arms. Aaban's hands tightening in hers, letting her know that she was his.

They made their way downstairs, walking towards the dining room where Aaban's family sat.

" About time you made your way down here" Aayan, Aaban's younger brother joked as he turned to his mother " can we eat now?"

"Let them sit down, then you can begin eating"

Aaban dragged the both of them, her hand still wrapped in her husbands, to their designated spot, pulling out a chair for her to sit down on, and then he sat on his chair.

The table was filled with variety of foods, asftet filling up their plates the family began eating.

Family.

That was what they had became, a family.

Asiya became a mother like figure, making sure she was eating, if she was comfortable, happy.

Shoyeb turned out to be nothing like the media made him look. He treated Haniyah like she his daughter, never anything lower than him.

Barakah, and her had become close, they would sit in the fire room and just talk for hours.

Aayan, Aaban's brother, became her younger brother, filling up the hole she had as she thought about her brothers,  he was a typical 16 year old teenager who apparently saw her as an older sister he never had.

This was her family.