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Nana's eyes are still wide after hearing what Auntu Zu said, everyone's attention is back on her because they knew that sooner or later, Zayn will make his presence known in the house. He has even stayed longer than they thought but then came to conclusion that he is only giving her the space she needed. Now the wait is over and he is finally here to claim his right and take his wife back home.

"Come let's get you ready, he can't see you like this." Hannah walked into the room, surprising Nana because they didn't talk very much after she came back from hospital four days ago.

"Hannah, I don't need any makeover to see my husband." She rolled her eyes but caught herself when she finally tested what she said in her lips. She just called him husband and claim her right, Ya Allah, she won't move on easily.

"Yes, he is your husband and that is why you should look beautiful and hot for him. It's been a week since you last saw each other so you should look your very best." Hannatu rambled, forgetting about the other occupants in the room. Nana's mother and father, Fahad and Sakinah.

"You naughty girl, but she is right. Nana, stand up and dress up a little." Her mother advised before she left with her husband following her in tow.

"Don't forget what we talk about, sister mine. There are a lot more you need to explain and don't let his faith in you falter. Don't let the trust between you guys loosen, I'll let him in." And he left, holding his wife's hands to his side and left. He hopes everything settle back to where it is and they should enjoy their marriage life, nothing in between.

Nana didn't want to do any makeover because it is Zayn that she will go to see and not any other man. He has seen her at her worst and what difference will it make if she goes to see him? There is actually nothing to hide since she is almost hundred percent sure she won't go back with him and will send Hannatu to go get her clothes from there.

"Hannah, forget about it. I will just go and talk to him and come back. Please forget about any makeover, I don't need that at all." With that, she sighed and gathered all the strength she has and left for the parlour so she could see Khumais and Zayn, she missed their faces a lot.

Moving to the private living room where Zayn and Khumais were accompanied to. She sighed for the nth time and walked into the room, hearing the sound of her son's yelp of happiness and her heart tighten in her chest. She did this to him. She should've asked Zayn to bring him or she should've gone there to see him or even ask for video call but she did none. She has found out that he is her son, the first thing she should've done is ask for him but she didn't.

"Mine, Mine, Mine.." He kept chanting, moving his hands widely from the couch for her to take him in her arms and she did without hesitation.

"How are you, Mine?" She asked, grinning at him after her ritual of raining kissing around his whole face while he kept giggling at the gesture. He missed her so much.

After her moment with Khumais feeling Zayn's eyes on her the whole time, she settle her gaze on his and to say she was electrified would be an understatement. She felt like she got an electric shock and is having a hard time getting her breathing back to normal. His gaze was intense and filled with so many emotions in his eyes that it staggered her from her position so she moved and sat on the opposite couch with Khumais still in her arms.

They both kept staring at each other not knowing what to say or how to start the conversation. Nana is squirming all around the seat, keeping Khumais in between them and Zayn has had enough so he stood up and took Khumais in his arms, he walked him to the door and ask him to go find Hannah or his grandparents to which he happily did and went away to leave them with their thing.

Zayn sighed and turned back to face Nana, she's been following him with her eyes till he got back to where she is sitting and sat down very close to her. He took ahold of her hands and caressed it gently in his own. Though it was just a week, he feels like it's been forever since he has last touched her hands like this and feel the zap of electricity that he is always looking forward to.

"I never thought I would say this to anyone, but I want you to use me, exploit me in every possible way, mami. Use my shoulders to cry on and my arms to be hugged, my body to receive warmth, my chest to keep your head on and badge it with you're powder, my heartbeats and breathings to lull you to sleep, my hair to tug and play with, my eyes to lose yourself in, my accent to swoon over, my insensate jokes to laugh and giggle, my kisses to make you feel loved, enhance your confidence and make you feel perfect and my touches to take away your insecurities and vulnerabilities. You, mami, are the best person to ever grace this universe. Use me as your sun, moon, stars, night, day, everything and anything you want. Use me anytime but don't shut me out like you did for the past week, I can't deal with that. By Allah, it takes away my sanity and reason to live. Tell me please..."

Zayn Borkan, makes her feel as though, perfection is real for whatever she does, is right to him. Everything about her is perfect to him and she is never wrong in his eyes, even her scars are makeup.

"Do you really want to hear how miserable my life was?" She asked after much difficulty because her sobs kept racking up and her tears are falling rapidly.

"I want to know how brace you are. How you were able to face your demons all by yourself, not how miserable, your life would never be miserable." He brought her softly into his arms and hugged her to his chest so she could rain all her tears on him.

With that said, she started narrating everything that has happened in her life three years back. Everything it is that she could remember, she told him and Zayn didn't let a single sound resonate from his mouth because he was in awe, then anger, and then another awe. She's gone through a lot but she still stood strong and smiled even back in the village but when he heard about Mu'ayyad, his mood has changed drastically, he didn't like Mu'ayyad being in her past.

"How miserable was it?" She didn't raise her head from his chest, fearing that the emotions in his eyes will make her run for the hills and she won't be able to ever look into those onyx eyes again.

"You are so brave, Mami. So very very brave, I don't even have words for you." He let his eyes bore into hers, seeing the insecurity pooling inside and fear of losing him. She is afraid that he will look into her scars and tear his eyes away, he won't do that.

"That wasn't bravery." She sighed, ready to keep arguing that her life was miserable but he wasn't giving in to that and placed his index finger firmly across her lips, shutting her up completely.

"Mami, we live in a country where self love isn't openly embraced and conversations on it are often seen as unimportant. However, when we don't love ourselves enough, we open ourselves up to self sabotage. We end up sabotaging our happiness along the way too. The journey of loving yourself is a never ending one. Some days we take a day forward and some days, we take a fall back. Many of the falls come in different forms. But remember that your feelings are valid and you are not alone. You are seen and your pain is felt. You are no less human feeling the way you feel. You are no invisible. Remember that the absence of self love has an impact on your mental and physical health. Be patient with yourself. You are strong and courageous. Better days are coming." He encouraged, giving her knuckles soft kisses.

"Thank you, I really needed that. I didn't know you are a motivational speaker, Cherub. How cool, a Poet and Motivational speaker." She grinned through her tears bringing a chuckle from his lips.

"In this epoch, no one tries to help one another. We get vulnerable when we can't embrace our flaws and we let people taunt us for it. We are weak and insecure. We are human, it is inevitable that we feel insecure at times. Don't struggle alone, take in deep breath and let out everything. Bottling them up won't do you any good, let it out even if it is to the moon at night. Some people find it hard to confide in people and rather bottle it up. Don't do that, let it out on your pillows, they won't tell a soul. Battle with yourself and stop bottling up your emotions, they lead to depression and suicidal thoughts. Drive inspiration from people and things you love. Don't give up!" He gave her his widest grin and pecked her lips this time around.

"Hmm, lemme pour my own new poem for you.
It's a lonely night
Silently watching the heaven above that has no gap
Quietly wishing it also has the small crack
That is separating my heart from being one and whole

The stars are getting acquainted to each other
Helping the other twinkle
And I wish they'd look down at me and flicker the dying
Light in my soul and bring it back to life

Still watching as the old dry palm branch shaped moon
Slowly drifts down to the appointed term
Letting the sun take it's place brightly in the sky
Blanketing the world with it's brightness except for my dying soul

If only my wishes will be granted
And moving on is as easy as writing it down in a whole book
I would like to have that flicker light of sun and that of the star
The blank dark canvas I call heart will beat again.
How was it?"

"Wow, that is amazing but heartbreaking. I have a surprise for you but you need to come home with us." He whispered in her ear, being a shiver from her ears to her spine.

"I can't give birth to your baby Zayn, you know that right?" The tears are coming back with full force choking her up in her own throat.

"I don't care, you and Khumais are enough for me." He gave her another peck before asking her to stand up so they could leave.

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Salam. The poems and motivational words up there are mine so please no one should copy it and paste as his. Thank you.
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