FIRST DAY.

Nana blinked when she heard a groan coming from behind her. Who is in her room early in the morning and the voice sounds so male-ish. Fahad cannot be here then who? Just then, it hits her like cold water is dumped on her sleeping body. She was married yesterday and Fahad is really at home but not her home. She can still remember the heart wrenching goodbye they'd shared even though he told her that Zayn is a good man and he'll take care of her, Nana still didn't like the idea of living the comfort of her lilac and baby pink room.

She swiftly pivoted when she heard the groan again, there, her husband is shifting positions on the couch with an annoyed expression even though his eyes are shut. Nana stifled a chuckle before standing up, still trying to adjust to the rays of sun that's coming from the huge window. She didn't fail to wake up for Subh prayer even though she was exhausted beyond words. She wake Zayn up also and they prayed together.

Instead of waking him up now, she check the clock at the opposite wall where a huge black wall clock hang, the time says that it is 10:00AM. Oops, she overslept! She limp her way to the beautiful golden and light brown bathroom to take a shower and let some of yesterday's stress. After awing at the bathroom, she took her long needed hot relaxing shower, making sure to scrub every part of her body with the new soap her mother asked her to use.

Cursing at herself for the nth time, Nana wrap a fluffy white towel around her chest, and another one around her hair. There is no robe in the bathroom and this is not her home where she can walk out knowing hundred percent that no one will be in there. She open the door a little to see if he's still asleep and thankfully, he is and didn't even move from his location on the couch. She immediately slip into the next door which is the walk in closet she changed in yesterday night.

The closet is pure white, a three-tier white chandelier hanging in the middle of the closet, shimmering in the light. There were mirrors every where and his shirts were folded by color. One part is his and the other has her clothes hanged -which is probably done by Rukayyah and Hanna. In the middle of the closet, her jewelries, shoes and her bags are hanging. All in all, the place render her speechless and scolded herself for not seeing all these yesternight.

Brushing off her awestruck self, she ferried to her side of the closet to take out something simple to wear. She's been wearing native wears for a week straight -since her family members showed up- and now she's fed up. She wants to continue putting her clothes like she does before. Ffter all, it's her husband's house. No non mahram will walk in without their permission.

Removing a blue maxi chiffon dress with a crew neckline, long sleeves and waistband. She change into the same colour underwear before draping the dress on them. She made sure her damp hair is wrapped around a black dove hijab before adding black flats and walking out of the closet to see Zayn snoring. She smiled at how adorable he looks before going to wake him up.

Nana did a little happy dance when she remember that the budan kai that was supposed to take place today, was performed yesterday and she's met his Indian grandparents and grandmother. They are really beautiful even though they're old and tired. They like her instantly and she also fell in love with them. they're easygoing and funny.

"Uh-Zayn, wake up!" She whisper in his ear. Chuckling when she notice the beanie he has been wearing since yesterday night, saying he was feeling cold. He looks cute tho, like a teenager.

"Later!" He grumbled, trying to turn around but end up falling back on his bum.

Nana laughed her heart out. She can't remember when was the last time she laughed like this. This is just hilarious. Zayn threw a hard glare at her but end up smiling seeing how carefree and beautiful she looks. The merriment etched on her face -he's seeing it for the first time, she likes looking nervous around him. His glare immediately came back when she sobered up.

"Stop laughing like a hyena. You should help your husband and be concerned instead of laughing like that. Must I tell you everything to do!" He complained, standing up and strutting away to the bathroom still smiling.

No lie, her husband is in a very good shape. Broad shoulders, muscled biceps, and v-shaped back. Maybe he spend most if his time in a gym or something because a body like that doesn't come natural. She shook her head before trying to act like a good wife. She went to the closet and bring out a black pants and brown shirt for him to wear.

Just as she was about to sit down, the doorbell blare around the house. Almost startled, Nana jumped away from the couch and walk to the door. Peeping through the peephole where she could see Rukayyah and Hanna typing away in their phones and a second passed before her phone rang in her hands, she jumped at that too then hastily open the door. Rukayyah was calling her!

"And I thought the whole winter will finish on us." Came Rukayyah's sarcastic reply as she struts into the house like she owns the place.

"Stop being too sarcastic." Nana rolled her eyes and show them the kitchen when they asked.

They dump the food in the gigantic black and white kitchen that she instantly fell in love with, too bad, she can't cook. A chef will kill to have this kitchen -just like Rukayyah- that's for sure. The counter is black whilst the cabinets are white with silver handle and the kitchen island stood differently with white surface and black cabinets. The cabinets up are black with the same handle, by the side, there is a huge black cabinet like a wardrobe.

"I can't stop drooling every time I walk into this kitchen." Hannatu sighed, wishing the kitchen was hers.

"I know right!" Rukayyah twirled around the kitchen before settling the huge food bag she brought with her.

"We should get going before her hubby arrive. Extend our greetings. Bye!" They both kiss her cheek before running off out of the house.

Nana is really happy about how everything is turning out with her new family. They all manage to fit in very fast. Now Rukayyah will be staying in there house since her mother died some months back and she was to come and stay with them before the wedding but they draw it back till the wedding so that they can all come from Kaduna and that's exactly what happened. Now she's living with her parents in their house and even her room and she didn't mind.

Wanting to wait for Zayn to come out before serving the breakfast, she try firing the magic charcoal so that she can put the incense her mother ask her to put everyday in the morning. She bring out the huge white container that has bakhoor written on it, from one of the drawers between the TV stand. She put some inside before bringing the other white container that has sandalwood written on it also. After putting a lot more inside, the parlour is already smelling so many mixed incense so she walk straight to the dining room, kitchen before ferrying to their room.

"What are you doing?" Zayn's voice startled her. She almost drop the claypot but manage to hold it almost at the last minute.

"I'm washing clothes!" Came her witty reply and a smirk. He looks taken aback.

Why won't she? The girl is sassier than he thought and she's opening to him which is quite a huge reward. Maybe he's pushed the last button yesterday and she wants to start playing his games? Whatever it is, he wants to play this game till the end of the time. Her smirk looks very innocent, almost like a smile and her eyes are shining with mischief -they were shining with nervousness just yesterday. This girl is really surprising, he's waiting for a lot more in the future -surprises.

"You don't have to be sarcastic. You're blowing this thing right on my face, in my eyes. You're supposed to knock.." He pursed his lips before moving to the door and knocking it, "like that."

"And you should just move out of my way hm?" She raised a brow, not commenting about his last statement.

"Whatever!" He walked out, muttering some incoherent words to himself before sitting down in the dinning room that has four chairs around the square shaped black table, looking at the orchestrated food flasks.

Few minutes later, Nana gracefully walk out of the hallway and straight to the kitchen with Zayn gawking at her since he didn't notice her clothing for today. He could see her from where he is sitting because there is a window between the kitchen and the dining room, the window takes half of the wall. His mouth was agape looking at his hot wife as she elegantly walk around the kitchen like she knew every crevice of it, like it's made for her. Damn, she's beautiful.

"Let's eat, shall we?" Her shy self is back in place and he is not liking it.

"Serve!" He grinned when she send a glare his way but did as he asked.

They ate in silence, only the sound of fork and spoon hitting the glass plates. They both finish it with orange juice before moving to the living room. She knew they'll be expecting guests and she's supposed to wear atampha but didn't bother changing it. If her husband will not talk about it, she doesn't care about what they think. How she wish she can just brush all the guests off, she doesn't know what to say to them! Ugh, it's frustrating.

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Salam!
How are you all? So our wedding chapters are kinda too much don't you think? But I like explaining the wedding stuff as this is the first book that I'm explaining everything in deets. Bear with me!❤ Don't forget to VOTE COMMENT and SHARE please. . .
QOTD: What do you think about their sleeping arrangement? Her sassy self? His creepy stare and smiles? Her or so not knowing how to cook? ZAayn's attitude? What do you think?!

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