"Whoever conceals others' fault in this life; Allah will conceal his faults on the Day of Resurrection." -Prophet Muhammad (P.B.U.H)
-(Muslim).

UNDERSTANDING.

After the a hot make out session in the kitchen, the couple move to the dining table and Nana giddily servthe spaghetti in one plate as Zayn suggested. He wants them to eat in the same plate and that he'll feed her. She shyly sat down on his lap when he draw her into him and kept kissing her neck, distracting her from serving the food but nevertheless successfully served it. He's doing things to her body which is making her so bothered and hot. Her body is all at attention when she gave him a forkful of spaghetti and small geisha fish. He pouted before opening his lips after placing a peck on her earlobe.

"This is amazing!" He praised, moaning out and then giving her a forkful which she accepted.

Together they serve each other and take small sips of Pepsi and then share small pecks here and there.

After that, they went back to the living room and settle there. Zayn switched on the television and they both lie on the three seaters sofa with her body practically on his. He kept stroking her arms which were cold with his hands and occasionally massaging her hair with gentle strokes. He'll squeeze her body to his to feel her soft curves against his. As he's stroking her arms, he'll sometimes touch the sides of her breasts which will make her so frisson and very very bothered but didn't comment and just enjoy the feeling of his warmth against hers.

Nana stirred a little before placing yet another kiss where his heart lies and then resting her head back to hear his erratic heartbeat. She likes the feelings of his body close to hers, his warmth and endless affection that emits itself from his body. Is there any better feeling than this? She doesn't think so.

What are these feelings though?

The need to make jokes to see his heart stopping smile, the need to have him around her all the time, the need to tell him about her anecdote moments just to see him laugh with twinkle in his eyes. She loves him. It may seem like a whirlwind of romance but as time goes by, she cannot contain her emotions. Every waking moment spent with him is a bliss. Every time spent alone, her mind is filled with thoughts of him, how to impress him and look beautiful for him. Even the air she breathed is filled with Zayn's scent. His scent that brings her to ecstasy.

"You didn't notice my henna, I've been waving it around." She pouted, looking up at Zayn from his chest.

"Oh my, it's so gorgeous! Sorry, I was so cut up with your outfit today to notice that." He wiggled his brow when she hit his arm.

Taking both her hands, Zayn trailed kisses to the length of the henna before coming back again. It looks very beautiful and Nana's tummy became a zoo for dragons. She's not experiencing the butterflies, instead, dragons that spit fire all over her body. Why does this always happen to her whenever Zayn is close? Maybe she should admit her feelings also but what is the fun in it? He should suffer a little before confessing in the most romantic way she can ever think about, hmm she'll have to think and read some of the books Maaysa gifted her with. Ugh, she feels like a pervert now but she can't help it.

"You like it?" She asked, gazing up at him with hooded eyes and teeth sank on her lower lip.

"I love it and you!" He dip his head down and gave her an open mouthed kiss before pulling on her lower lip with his teeth, both their breaths shaggy and rugged.

"I should start wearing short shorts, what say?" She raised a teasing brow at him when her breath even out before folding her hands on his chest to look up at him.

"I would love to see that sight!" He grinned like a child before dipping his head back just inches away from her lips and then mumble; "And a lot more will happen." Before sealing their lips in a passionate yet hot kiss.

Her mind was in the inside of a tornado but her heart was in the eye of a hurricane.

Nana moaned and deepen the kiss with her tongue after he massaged her lips with his tongue asking for entrance. It became another hot make out session with some groping and fondling here and there. Nana and Zayn both came up breathless with their foreheads adjoined as they greedily gulp air after resurfacing. That was hot, damn. She squirmed, feeling very uncomfortable somewhere around her body but didn't stand up, instead she deepen her head into his neck and place a gentle kiss before zoning out of consciousness and into deep abyss of slumber.

Zayn continue to stroke her hair and massage her scalp in a loving way as he gaze down at his wife in the crook of his neck. This short woman -compared to his height- manage to take a huge portion of his heart and this way, he wants them to continue exploring their love in the most affectionate way. It is not easy to have someone as beautiful and pure like his wife. He never thank Allah for his parents immensely like he did after meeting Aisha. She's been the center of his attention ever since their eyes clashed for the first time, when he vowed to marry her and love her with all his has.

He feels like a fallen star who has found his place beside another one in a lovely constellation.

An hour later, Zayn picked his wife in his arms -bridal style- and walk straight to their room. Sensing that she won't be comfortable with a tight jeans so he decided to wake her up so she could change her clothes to which she ask him to do it for her in a very slothful way. He was tempted to do that but he didn't, she's sleepy and probably didn't know what she's saying.

After much struggle, he got her to change into a simple silky brown night dress. She changed right in front of him but he thank God she has vest and shorts -knee length- as her inner wears. He wouldn't be able to sleep if he'd seen her naked. She's his wife, yes but something cannot be unseen and this is not the time.

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Nana awoke earlier before Zayn today after Subh prayer, they recited Qur'an for thirty minutes before falling asleep on the praying mat. Her head on his chest while he lie down flat on the praying mat and cold tiles. She adjust his pillow before taking a quick bath and wearing on a blue short shorts -jeans- and a grey vest which stopped an inch after her bottom, it's loose with just a strap. She let her hair down how Zayn said he liked it before putting on bukhoor cream on her skin and admired her henna.

Her lies are finished today, she doesn't know what to cook for them now. She learnt that Zayn loves tuwo with fresh okra soup and fish. She made a mental note to ask her mother and Aunty Zulaihat to teach her when she would visit them next. She hop on the counter and stuff her mouth with KitKat whilst sulking. Now, she'll have to tell him her deepest secret but doesn't know how to say it. Deciding on going with the flow, Nana manage to stop herself from thinking about it and think about their moments yesterday.

"Hello there, pretty damsel." Her husbands rasp, rough morning voice startling her out of her reverie.

He walked in, embraced in a black vest and blue knee length shorts, leaving his slightly hairy toned legs to her view. Yummy!

"Hello there, knight!" She beamed at him, showing him her chocolate spoilt teeth.

"You munching on those without me?" He pouted before taking a quick intake of breath after seeing her outfit.

Those shorts, even though he can't see well enough as she's sitting, she looks as sexy as hell. That vest that hung low, showing a little of her heaving breasts. Oh his Lord! He looks almost scathed. Why does she have to be beautiful? He mentally groaned. Then he whistled, giving her a once over. Her thighs, long not so lean but beautiful legs.

"I have a confession to make." She was blushing deep red but didn't talk about his lustful gaze.

"Don't spoil the fun! You look sexy, damsel." He circled his hands around her waist when he reached her before opening her legs open to stand between them.

"Y-you kn-know, I can't uhm, cook!" She hid her face with her long hair.

She heard his deep voice roared as he laughed. She raised her head with a frown and looking at him like he's lost his senses. She just finished saying her deepest secret but he's here laughing, the heck!

"I know that!" He replied in between chuckles.

"How?" She asked with her famous incredulous face and feeling very disorientated.

"I could see the panic in your eyes whenever I taste your food. You're not sure if it'll taste edible to me. I could see the hesitance in your eyes whenever you try cooking and the fear when your week was over. I know that! But you did great with that spaghetti! Awesome. Try those Indian recipes also." He kissed her flushed cheek before tying an apron around his waist and neck.

Nana was amazed and dazed! This man knew a lot about her and didn't throw any mocking words at her after hearing her confession. He is amazing, the love of her life. She felt a little emotional and wiped the tears forming in her eyes. What had she ever done to deserve someone like Zayn? He's too much.

"You can cook?" She asked after teleporting out of her trance to look at a hot Zayn in apron.

"Not much but we'll survive before we plan something about you." He chuckled when she glared at him.

"I'm not that bad!" She rolled her eyes before snaking her short arms around his hard torso, pressing her breasts on his hard muscular back.

"I love this position." He mumbled, turning back to peck her temple before going back to making noodles.

"Hmm..." She hummed, sniffing his cologne.

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Salam!

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