[XXIV]

"These hands," he said, unable to look down at the comforting hold her hand had on his. His eyes met hers intently. "They've taken a life."

Jadwa stared back, her expression blank as her mind struggled to process. His Adam's apple bobbed twice before he continued, "I killed a man." His gaze was fixed on her face, but her eyes remained vacant. He glanced down briefly before meeting her eyes again.

Time seemed to halt for Jadwa; her breathing felt suspended. She searched his face for any sign of jest, blinking twice before meeting his eyes again.

The silence stretched on before she finally spoke, "Was it a mistake?" She believed he was a good man; everyone had said so—her father, her Ammi, Ya Ahmad, her sisters. It must have been an accident.

"It was not a mistake," he said, his voice rough but resolute.

Jadwa's throat went dry as she urged him with her eyes to continue.

"I was a soldier. I served in the army for a few years," he said, scanning her face for a reaction. He saw only raw horror and confusion. "No, it wasn't part of my job or during an operation," he added with a bitter chuckle.

"Was it intentional? Did you plan it?" she whispered.

"I didn't plan it. It happened in the moment. Within a minute, he was gone," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose with his other hand.

"Self-defense?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"It started as that. He attacked me first, and my anger got the best of me," he said, searching her eyes.

Imran watched their entangled hands, struggling to find words. Despite feeling the tremors in her hands, she didn't pull away or push him away. And she was the first that never did...

After a gentle war in his mind he gently removed her hands and began unbuttoning his shirt.

He sat before her, illuminated by the bedside lamp, his broad shoulders and firm large muscles now exposed. Jadwa's eyes traced the scars mapping his torso—a jagged line starting from the corner of his neck and dipping below his jawline, reappearing as a deeper scar snaking across his chest, ending at his lower abs. The contrast with the smooth, dark skin around it was stark.

Time seemed to stand still for Jadwa again. Her eyes spoke as they traced the scars, reflecting the battles he had fought and the wounds he carried. Whoever had inflicted this must have meant to kill him. How he survived such a wound bewildered her. He had to survive.

Imran saw the turmoil in her eyes, but it pained him.

Muhammad wanted to explain more, to pull her from seeing him as a victim. They ruled it as self-defense, yet he had relished every moment of it until the man breathed his last.

Jadwa clung to him tightly. "I wasn't a victim, Jadwa," he said, but she buried her face in his chest.

"My eyes told me what I needed to know," she said, and he sighed heavily. Perhaps today wasn't the day for this conversation. He adjusted her position on his lap.

"I'm telling you, Jadwa, it might have been self-defense, but I still went to prison for a reason. I wasn't innocent either," he said, and she shut her eyes, overwhelmed by the revelation of his imprisonment.

Jadwa's heart sank. She didn't want more details. Her heart raced, yearning for him to stop, yet hoping he would continue.

"I am telling you the truth," he said, struggling to articulate, not out of fear of her reaction, but because her panic whenever violence was clearly affecting her.

"Ya Imran, I don't know your past, and knowing it now wouldn't change anything. My father wouldn't marry me off to a bad person. My Ammi wouldn't, and my brother wouldn't praise a devil. I can see that you clearly needed to survive, and that's enough for me. Maybe we can talk about it another time" she said, hoping he understood.

"Are you sure?" he asked, tears welling in her eyes.

"Whenever you're ready, we will talk," he said, bending down to kiss the tip of her nose. She said nothing, their eyes communicating in silence.

"Are you more scared of me now?" he asked.

"Yes," she admitted, looking away. "Am I?" she wondered, observing how he held her.

"But I only find safety here," she said, and his arms tightened around her.

Her words, though not entirely clear, made sense to him. He understood her feelings. She flinched when he turned toward her last night but followed him around the house because she knew his commitment to protect her.

They sat in silence for over an hour until the sun rose completely, their hearts beating in unison.

"I want to sleep," she said, looking at him.

He got up with her in his arms and gently placed her on the bed, tossing his shirt over his shoulder. "Sleep," he said, covering her with the duvet. Jadwa immediately got up, following him around the room.

Someone might think he had cast a spell on her at this point. Imran stifled a laugh as he moved to the bathroom door with her in tow.

He turned, raising an eyebrow as he grabbed her hand. "I have a class and need to get ready. Want to join me?" he asked, opening the bathroom door and making Jadwa's eyes widen.

"No!!" she screamed, yanking her hand away.

"Oh, you followed me to the bathroom. I thought you were making advances," he teased, making her retreat with her hands over her mouth.

"Ya Imrannnn," she said, shaking her head in disbelief.

"What? Didn't I ask you to sleep?" He stepped into the bathroom. "If you're that scared, you can join me or just wa—" and Jadwa dashed back to the bed.

She burrowed under the duvet, making him roar with laughter before he closed the door. She could still hear his laughter until the water started running.

Jadwa smiled under the blanket. She hated him for this, but she let him have his moment. She plotted her revenge.

Remembering his words, a shiver ran down her spine. Whoever had inflicted those wounds clearly wanted him dead, but knowing he survived gave her some peace. The scar had healed long ago, but its presence still shocked her. It was frightening to think a knife had cut through him like that, but it only made him look stronger.

Jadwa's mind swirled with his revelations until the doorknob clicked. She snuggled deeper into her blanket, hearing him move around the room until she relaxed.

Imran, dressed in a simple jallabiya, approached the bed. "You can sleep here. I'll be right outside the door, having my class while you rest, my students are waiting" he said. She peeked out, holding the duvet to her nose.

"If I set up here, will it disturb you?" he asked. She thought for a moment.

"Exactly. So sleep here. You'll hear me from here. I'll be just outside the door. Want to see?" he asked, and she nodded.

He turned his back and moved to the door, positioning an armchair and coffee table nearby. Jadwa followed lazily and gave him a small approving smile. "Thank you," she said sleepily, stifling a yawn.

"Let's go," he said. She climbed back into bed, and he tucked her in, placing a soft kiss on her cheek.

Jadwa closed her eyes, curling up comfortably as he stepped out. Sleep overtook her quickly, interrupted only by brief awakenings for water, his distant voice a comforting presence. Hours later, she woke to his movements and got up.

[XXV]

It was past ten in the morning when she got out of bed. She rose and opened her box, selecting comfortable pants, a top, and an abaya. She placed them on the bed and took out her toiletry bag before heading to the bathroom.

She braided her hair, coiled it, brushed her teeth and then adjusted the hot water to a very high temperature. The water ran down her back, stinging her tensed muscles and bruises. She winced and stepped back when the stream hit a bruise on her side. Taking a deep breath, she stepped back under the cascade, wincing as the hot water exacerbated the pain. A silent sob escaped her as the water revealed the angry colors of her bruise and sore body. Gritting her teeth, she switched to the hand shower, directing its forceful spray onto the tender areas that hurt her. The initial sting was intense, but gradually, a dull ache replaced it. Relief washed over her as she gently pressed her hand against the throbbing skin, massaging it until it felt better.

After her shower, she searched for a fresh robe and chose a short grey one, which nearly reached her ankles. She laughed at how oversized it was and huffed in frustration.

She took her time freshening up and applying some skincare. When she finally emerged from the bathroom, her hair loose, she saw her husband sitting on the bed with his phone in hand.

He looked up, scanning her from head to toe before a smile appeared on his lips. Jadwa gave a timid smile in return, standing awkwardly as if wishing she could vanish in the oversized room.

"I thought you'd wait for me to escort you," he murmured, his voice low and husky.

"What?!" she responded, disbelief in her voice.

He raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. "Nothing," he said innocently.

As she moved toward the bed to retrieve her clothes, he watched with a mix of amusement and desire. He swiftly caught her hand and pulled her toward him.

"Good morning," he said softly, his grip firm.

Her heart raced as she managed a weak smile. "Good morning," she replied, her voice barely audible.

"Trying to escape already?" he teased, tightening his hold slightly.

She averted her gaze, feeling embarrassed by the close proximity, made more intense by the fact that she wore his robe.

He studied her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a swift motion, he lifted her onto his lap, his arms encircling her waist.

Her breath caught as a wave of panic washed over her. She felt trapped, vulnerable, and completely at his mercy.

"Now you're avoiding me," he murmured against her temple, his breath warm on her skin. "If anyone saw you yesterday, they'd think I did black magic on you."

She tried to pull away, but his grip was unyielding. "I wasn't—" she began, stammering her voice barely a whisper.

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. "Yes, you were," he replied, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on her neck.

She closed her eyes, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks. "I need to get dressed," she mumbled.

"Mmm-hmm," he replied, tightening his hold.

She shifted, trying to ignore the sharp pain shooting through her body. "Let me go," she said, trying to wriggle free. He watched her struggle with a teasing smile, distracted by the sound of her anklets.

Her legs were showing a little from her knees to her feet when she crossed them. He saw the smoothness of her skin, how flawless, glowy and soft it looked. He badly wanted to feel it, so he quickly let go of her waist, and she got up.

"Meet me outside the door. Let's have breakfast," he said. Jadwa placed her hand on his chest, pushing him out.

"I can come down by myself. I'm not scared," she said under her breath. He raised his hands in surrender.

"Baby!" he chuckled. "Sorry I was just joking," he said.

"So you know how to apologize?" she said under her breath, closing the door after a final glare.

She huffed, applied her oils and perfumes, and quickly dressed, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach.

Emerging from the room with her veil draped loosely, she found him on the phone. He led them downstairs. She sat opposite him, her gaze lost in the chandelier above, until she noticed a man entering and placing two large trays in front of them. Jadwa looked at the feast, then at Imran, who gestured for her to sit beside him. She moved to his side, and he leaned against her, caressing her arm with one hand while continuing his phone conversation.

Soon, she heard Anaya and Zahra's voices. She almost stood to greet them but was held firmly by Imran. She smiled at them. They seemed surprised by their closeness but quickly set down plates of sandwiches. Anaya also placed a steaming teapot and cups.

Imran smiled at Zahra and Anaya, who then moved back slowly, giving Jadwa a teasing look before closing the door.

"Let's eat," he said, ending the call and sitting up, prompting her to do the same.

The table was laden with shakshouka, breads, sandwiches, grilled potatoes and chicken, and waffles. They mostly enjoyed the shakshouka before trying the grilled potatoes and chicken. Jadwa felt full after sipping more mint tea.

Imran picked up a waffle, adding cream cheese, maple syrup, and a sprinkle of flaky salt. He offered it to Jadwa, who eyed it warily.

"It's actually so good," he said, and she took a small bite.

"It's not bad, but I'll pass. It's like something someone 60 would eat," she said, earning a playful glare from him.

They bantered about its merits until Imran gave up, eating in silence while Jadwa remained full.

Jadwa's thoughts wandered to her sisters, and she felt a strong longing to see them.

"Ya Imran," she said softly. He set his tea cup aside and turned to her.

"I want to go back home," she said, barely above a whisper...

Imran looked at her before picking up his tea cup again. "It's not yet ready," he said, causing her to furrow her brows.

"Not our house, my baba's house," she clarified. He sipped his tea silently. After a few minutes, he finally spoke.

"Let's go see your sisters," he said gently, caressing her face. She nodded, her expression subdued.

He took her hand, and they went through another door at the back, entering what she assumed was the main house.

Upon entering, Jadwa was struck by the house's size and beauty, decorated in a simple yet luxurious style with natural colors, plants, and paintings.

Following Imran up the bifurcated stairs and to the right, they entered a large Mediterranean-style living room. She sat quietly as Imran observed her excited expression. He called for his sister, who, along with Zarah, enveloped Jadwa in a warm hug. Soon, Hanan joined, and Imran watched as Ameerah arrived.

He discussed something with Ameerah before calling Jadwa aside.

"I have a meeting to attend. You can spend time with them. I'll come get you when I'm back," he said, handing her a key. "In case you need anything."

"Okay. Sai ka dawo," she replied, briefly meeting his eyes before looking away. He noticed her sulking expression, gently caressing her cheek. "I'll see you later," he said before walking away.

Jadwa recalled the events of yesterday, her anger about his lack of apology, and silently vowed not to let him off easily, even if not now.

She returned to the girls, who didn't mention what had happened but teased her about Muhammad and how Anaya and Zarah had seen them earlier.

The day continued, and they decided to let the chef leave early and take the next day off since boredom was setting in. Jadwa asked Anaya for help charging her phone. Anaya collecting the key, and they went to pick her phone up in his room.

[XXVI]

As soon as she powered on her phone, a flurry of missed calls from Baba, Ammi, and her brother greeted her. Her heart pounded in her chest. Jadwa decided to call Ammi first.

Escaping the girls' chatter, she retreated to the quiet hallway. "Ammi, Assalamu Alaikum," she began, her voice a little shaky.

"Wa Alaikumus Salam, Jadu," Ammi's voice, laced with worry, answered. "How are you?"

"I am good, Ammi. How are you?" Jadwa replied, forcing a steady tone.

"Hanan told us what happened. Are you okay? Did you go to the hospital? Are you injured? What happened?" Ammi bombarded her with questions. Jadwa sighed, closing her eyes to gather her thoughts.

She recounted the ordeal, her voice low, aware of her father and brother's proximity. "I am okay, Ammi. They treated me," she finished, blinking away a tear.

"How is everyone? How is Muhammad?" she asked after a brief pause.

"Everyone is okay. He's just stepped out," Jadwa responded.

"We'll return the day after tomorrow. When we come back, he'll surely let you come home," Ammi said, her voice filled with reassurance.

"Did you talk with him?" Jadwa inquired. Just then, Ahmad took the phone.

"Jadu baby," he greeted her, his cheerful tone lifting her spirits.
"Ya Ahmad baby," she chuckled in response.

They exchanged playful banter. Then, Ahmad asked about Salim. "I really don't know, Ya Ahmad. He just told me he's okay and got some stitches."

"It's okay. I'll come back and I'll make—" he began, but Jadwa interrupted him.

"He's got enough for the rest of his life, trust me, Ya Ahmad," she said softly.

"I spoke to him earlier," Ahmad said. "Ya Imran," he clarified, and Jadwa rested her head on her knees.

"Oh, will I go home when you come back?" she asked, hope flickering in her eyes.

"He's not budging, Jadwa. I don't think he'll allow you. He told Ammi he'll think about it," Ahmad explained.

"But when we spoke later, he told me straight up there's no need for you to go back home."

Disappointment washed over Jadwa, though she wasn't entirely surprised. They had so many plans for Hanan's events: the henna, the conveyance, the photoshoot.

"Did you try talking to him?" Ahmad asked when she didn't respond.

"This morning, but he didn't say anything," she replied.

"When we come back, I am sure he'll let you. I'll convince him," Ahmad promised. Then, she heard Baba's voice.

"Yes, Jadu, we are still yet to finish so many things," Ammi said.

"Convince who?" Baba's sharp, loud voice made her flinch.

"Convince him that we can take care of our daughter when we couldn't? When our own blood humiliated and embarrassed us like that? No matter what, a family wants to send their daughter to her husband's house with love and care around her!" Baba's voice rose in anger.

"Let him take his wife! He has every right. In fact, I would do the same thing, why are you trying to pressure him to take her back to a place that has been proven to be unsafe" he roared, the pain and disappointment in his voice evident.

"I have failed to protect my own family, and Jadwa is now his responsibility. Let him do as he pleases," Baba declared, his voice thick with frustration.

Silence enveloped them. Jadwa didn't know whether to hang up or stay on the phone. She simply held the phone to her ear until her father's tirade ended. Then, he took the phone.

"My daughter," his voice softened.

"Naam, Baba. Good morning," she replied.

"Good morning, Jadu. How are you feeling?" he asked.

"I am okay, Baba," she answered.

"Is he taking care of you properly?" he inquired. She nodded.

"Yes, Baba," she said, her voice cracking slightly. "His family is really nice to us, too," she added.

"I am sorry," he said, his tone heavy with regret.

A heavy silence settled between them. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

"I am so sorry, Jadu," her father repeated, his voice lower. "I'll handle this issue as soon as we are back," he promised.

"It's okay, Baba. Please don't say sorry," she said softly.

"You should forgive me. I was reckless from the beginning," he confessed.

"Baba, it's fine. It's okay," she reassured him.

"If your husband says you are staying, you should. It's not like you are having any events anyway," he said matter-of-factly.

She remained silent.

"You shouldn't drag it, okay?" he said again.

"Okay, Baba," she agreed.

He offered prayers for her, and she responded. Ending the call, she felt a weight lift from her chest. Returning to her room, she encountered Hanan and Ameerah.

They enveloped her in a tight hug, and she sniffed before pulling away.

"What did Baba say?" Hanan asked.

"A lot," Jadwa replied with a forced laugh.

"Spill," Ameerah urged. Jadwa recounted the conversation.

"Yeah, Ammi wants you to go back home and finish all the
preparations," Hanan said. "But Baba, I doubt he'll say anything to Ya Imran about it," Hanan added.

"He asked me to stay if he says no," Jadwa said, and Ameerah nodded.

"He's not wrong, though," Ameerah said. "No matter how much Imran feels like a son to him, other people saw and heard about this, and it's a huge disappointment for him," Ameerah reasoned. "Just try and get Ya Moh to agree," Ameerah suggested.

"He didn't even respond to me when I spoke about it," Jadwa laughed humorlessly.

"Hmm," Hanan hummed thoughtfully.

"Jadwa, I honestly would have said things to make you feel better, but since he told Ammi and Ahmad that, I doubt he'll ever change his mind. Trying to talk him out of it will only make it worse," Ameerah added.

"But just try, if it doesn't work I'll talk to Hajiya," Ameerah said, and Jadwa looked at her confused.

"Who is that?" Hannan asked.

"Ibrahim's grandmother," Ameerah smiled, raising an eyebrow.

Jadwa stayed silent as Hanan guided her to the bathroom to wash her face. Afterward, they spent the day chatting and bonding. They went down to the kitchen, where they met Fatima, who had just returned from work.

Fatima hugged Jadwa and checked her small cuts and bruises. "Are you a doctor?" Jadwa asked softly. Fatima nodded.

"I am," Fatima confirmed, and Jadwa's eyes widened in surprise.

"Wow, mashallah! You should rest and let us take care of things," Jadwa said quickly, noticing Fatima's tired appearance.

"Us as in you included?" Fatima asked, prompting laughter from everyone.

"Yes," Jadwa replied with a laugh, and Fatima removed her coat.

Jadwa noticed Fatima's baby bump but chose not to comment. They chatted for a while longer before Fatima retired, leaving Ameerah and Hanan in charge. "If he comes back and sees her working, it's none of my business," Fatima warned. Hanan laughed loudly.

"This husband of yours has a reputation for being serious about you," Hanan said, while Jadwa rolled her eyes and sat down.

"You don't even want to hear the whole story," Ameerah added, and they began cooking.

The day passed quickly with eating, chatting, and playing, and Jadwa felt much better both mentally and physically.

Sadiq arrived earlier than Imran and joined everyone in the living room, engaging in conversation. Jadwa quickly felt at ease, joining discussions with Fatima and Sadiq, who were both welcoming and sweet. An hour later, as they were setting the table, she heard a car pull up and knew immediately who it was.

Everyone gathered around the table, and Ameerah placed Jadwa next to the empty chair clearly meant for Imran.

Imran greeted everyone loudly from the door, and they all responded in unison. He shook Sadiq's hand first and greeted everyone individually, finishing with a fist bump for Zarah and Anaya. He then put an arm around Jadwa's shoulder after completing the greetings.

He leaned close to her ear, "How was your day?" as he pulled out his chair.

"Amazing," she said, looking up at him. He smiled before taking his seat.

"Bismillah," he said, and Ameerah, Sadiq, and Anaya began serving the food, prompting everyone else to do the same.

The table was filled with a variety of dishes, but Jadwa only ate a little and sipped her drinks. Imran noticed and added more food to her plate.

"Eat," he instructed. She looked at him, nearly rolling her eyes but holding back, and ate more.

Sadiq and Fatima were the first to leave the table, leaving Imran, Ameerah, and the others.

"Ya Imran, don't take her away from us today," Anaya pouted, with Zarah nodding in agreement.

"I agree, we're having fun," Ameerah added.

Imran looked at them incredulously while Jadwa continued eating in silence, avoiding eye contact with him.

"Please," Anaya pleaded, but Imran gave her a look that silenced her and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Did she tell you she wants to stay?" he asked.

"She wants to!" Ameerah said, causing Imran to lean back in his chair, looking exhausted.

"She doesn't want to," he insisted.

"She does!" Anaya and Ameerah said in unison.

"Do you want to stay here with them?" Imran asked Jadwa to prove them wrong. She nodded immediately.

"Yes," she replied, her doe eyes meeting his.

Imran looked at her with a betrayed expression, causing the girls to stifle their laughter until Hanan and Zarah burst out laughing, prompting everyone to join in, including Imran.

"They won't let you follow them everywhere," he said quietly, just for her to hear.

"I like it here. There are many of us, and I won't get scared," she shrugged, ignoring his teasing.

"They won't let you sleep on their—" he began, but she quickly turned her head.

"Ya Imran," she closed her eyes, imagining the embarrassment if they heard him.

"What?" he smirked, standing up.

"I don't want to follow you," she said, turning back to her food. For a moment, he stood there, wondering what he did to deserve her little attitude.

He sat down beside her, wrapping an arm around her while she was seated. The girls gradually left the dining room.

Jadwa took a sip from her glass to calm her racing heartbeat.

He nuzzled his face into her neck and kissed her cheek and temple.

"Goodnight?" he asked. She nodded, not speaking.

He furrowed his brows and lifted her chin, their eyes meeting. "Goodnight," she said with a small smile before getting up.

He hugged her gently, careful not to hold her too tightly. "I'll see you in the morning," he said, and she nodded.

"Alright then," she smiled, still wrapped in his embrace. They stood together for a moment longer before he pulled away.

"They're in the kitchen," he said, and she nodded, heading toward the kitchen while he turned and left.

[XXVII]

The next day, Jadwa woke up late, past noon, after staying up all night chatting with Anaya and Zarah. She found her box in the room, probably brought in by Imran before she woke.

Jadwa took her time showering and getting ready, opting for a simple comfortable dress since Ameerah had texted about preparing iftar for the men fasting. Checking her calendar, she saw it was Thursday, which made sense.

She spent the afternoon lounging on her phone, chatting with Hanan, talking to her mother, and watching movies until evening. She prayed and went downstairs just after four, where she found Ameerah already at the stove.

"What are we making?" Jadwa asked eagerly.

"A lot," Ameerah replied. Jadwa looked around at the prepped ingredients on the table.

"Pepper soup, butter chicken and naan, grilled fish, rice, and maybe something traditional because that's what your man enjoys the most," Ameerah listed. Jadwa nodded in agreement.

"Should we make kunu?" Jadwa asked.

"Yes, and Hanan will make puff puff, and maybe tuwo as well," Ameerah confirmed. Jadwa agreed.

"So far we have butter chicken and rice done," Ameerah said with a smile. "I'll make the naan; my fish is marinating. Hanan and I will make the tuwo and she'll make puff puff and she has ordered a desert."

"What about the soup?" Jadwa asked. "What soup will I make?"

"Yakuwa or kuka?" Ameerah inquired.

"Yakuwa. I don't think they've had that in years,"Ameerah decided. And Jadwa agreed.

They spent the next a couple hours cooking with help. Once everything was ready, Jadwa tasted the dishes, and they were perfect. Everyone agreed, so she set the food in warmers and placed it on the buffet table.

She cleaned up and went upstairs to shower again. When she came out, Hanan had laid out a baby blue bubu dress and scarf with deep blue stonework and embroidery for her.

Jadwa followed her usual routine, slipped into the outfit, and wrapped her head tie neatly. Hanan handed her a small veil, explaining, "They might have visitors, you never know." Jadwa draped it over her shoulder.

She sprayed perfume and sat with her phone until Ameerah was ready too.

When they were all set, Fatima arrived home and gave Jadwa a tight hug. The other girls admired her appearance.

Jadwa thanked Fatima and helped her set aside her heavy bag before sitting back down. She scrolled through social media until she heard the voices of three men entering the house.

She straightened up and adjusted her veil. They exchanged salams, and it was Imran, Sadiq, Ibrahim, and his son Khalifa.

They sat across from the women, and Jadwa greeted them with smiles, asking how their fast was going.

After some chit-chat, Khalifa sat next to her and gave her a small hug.

"How are you?" she asked.

"I am good, Uncle Moh's wife," Khalifa said, making the men laugh.

"Call me Jadwa," she said, but Khalifa shook his head.

"Uncle Moh said your name is Uncle Moh's wife," Khalifa insisted, causing more laughter.

Anaya and Fatima brought tea and dates, joining the conversation while Jadwa played games with Khalifa on his phone.

"Uncle Moh's wife, can I please have some water?" Khalifa asked politely.

"Of course, Uncle Ibrahim's son," she said, getting up.

"My name is Khalifa," he corrected with a frown.

"My name is Jadwa too," she said, handing him a bottle.

He ran to Imran, sitting next to him and whispering something in his ear. Imran responded, "No, it's not true; it's Uncle Moh's wife," making Jadwa look at him in disbelief.

"Bear with him. If I had known he'd turn out like this, I would have asked you to give him a hard time before accepting this marriage," Sadiq said, making Jadwa laugh.

"The way this marriage is affecting him, it would have been worse," Ibrahim added, causing everyone to laugh. Jadwa shyly looked down, laughing along with Ameerah, Fatima, Hanan. Anaya, and Zarah, had slipped away to continue their gossip session.

"Fatima and Ameerah, please find this man a wife. It's starting to affect him," Imran said.

"Yau Muhammad ni kake ma gorin Aure? (Muhammad! Today you're bragging about marriage to me?)" Ibrahim asked, incredulous.

"Am I wrong?" Imran asked, and Ibrahim conceded, "You are not wrong. I'll shock you soon."

The adhan interrupted their conversation. They broke their fasts and prepared to go to the masjid.

"Ameerah, please set the food here. Let's eat here," Imran requested.

"Done."

Anaya and Zarah set everything on the floor before going to pray. After Jadwa prayed, she talked with her mother for over thirty minutes before joining everyone downstairs.

"Barkan ku da Shan ruwa," she greeted them, and they responded.

Jadwa sat next to Fatima, who was enjoying her soup. She spent some time on her phone and felt Imran's gaze on her. Turning to him, he gestured for her to sit next to him. Everyone formed a circle on the floor and began eating quietly.

Anaya, Zarah, and Hanan shared Mandi rice, while Ameerah and Fatima had various dishes. Sadiq, Ibrahim, and Khalifa had their own plates.

Jadwa felt comfortable sitting next to Imran despite the attention.

"Let's eat," he said, and she nodded, taking a piece of spring roll. He poured her a cup of kunun madara.

She took a few sips and set it aside, taking more soup from the same bowl as him.

"Should I serve you rice or butter chicken first?" he asked, and she shook her head.

"We saved some for a midnight snack," she said turning to the girls.

"Interesting. That sounds unhealthy," he remarked. "I've eaten almost everything here. I just want tuwo now," he said, causing Jadwa's heart to skip a beat.

"Yeah, I'll want some too," she agreed.

Anaya helped him serve the tuwo and miyan Yakuwa

"This is too much," Jadwa said, and he looked at her as if she had grown a horn.

"I was about to say it's too small," he said, making her eyes widen.

He laughed, and she smiled before diving into the meal. Imran ate in silence, occasionally sprinkling yaji and man shanu.

By the time Jadwa was full, their plate was empty. Imran sipped mint tea and leaned back, saying, "This was so good." Everyone agreed.

"I can't remember it ever tasting as delicious as this, as in this good," Anaya commented.

"I agree," Sadiq said.

"The pepper soup did it for me. I need a refill," Fatima said, making Ameerah look hurt.

"None of you commented on anything I made. I see how it is," Ameerah said, glaring at all of them feigning hurt.

"You didn't make all this?" Sadiq asked, and Ameerah glared at him even more.

"Jadwa made the miyan yakuwa and pepper soup," Hanan said proudly.

"You only know how to talk when it's time to criticize me," Ameerah said, slapping Hanan's leg.

Imran remained silent observing them carefully as they continued bickering and it soon turned into chatting and laughing until grilled fish was served. This time, he carefully removed the bones and fed Jadwa, taking turns between feeding her and eating himself until their plate was empty.

"You deserve a token for this meal. It was so delicious" he said in awe.

"I do" she responded with a smile " I am glad you liked it"

For the next ten minutes all he spoke about was the food he ate and asking her where she learned and what traditional foods she can cook until dessert came

For dessert, chocolate cake with salted caramel filling was served by Hannan.
He fed her again, and Jadwa noticed they either ate from the same plate, his hands, and now with the same spoon. It made her feel pleasantly fluttery inside.

"I am full! I am full!" Jadwa exclaimed, her head shaking with a vigor that made her long hair dance under her veil that was now draped on her head. A satisfied sigh escaped her lips as she lowered the empty mint tea glass.

"You don't eat a lot," he complained, his eyebrows knitting together in disbelief.

Jadwa returned his gaze, a playful glint in her eyes. His appetite was legendary, a bottomless pit that never seemed to fill. She couldn't fathom consuming even half of what he devoured. Yet he still managed to stay as fit and as ripped as he is. As the men rose for Isha, her mind wandered, picturing them as gentle giants, their large frames somehow synonymous with endless hunger.
A comfortable fullness settled over her, a warm glow spreading through her body. She couldn't help but smile.

The once bustling kitchen was now a chaotic battlefield after the men went to pray. Anaya and Zarah waged war with soapy water, their laughter as infectious as the droplets that flew through the air. Jadwa joined the fray, her own laughter echoing through the room, a carefree melody that washed away any lingering remnants of self-consciousness.

Imran entered the house, observing the scene. Ibrahim had left with Khalifa after praying, and Sadiq was out on a walk with Fatima.

Peeking into the kitchen, Imran watched them, a smile tugging at his lips as they darted around, water flying everywhere. He almost intervened, worried they might slip, but instead, he leaned against the doorframe, soaking in the joy and chaos.

Earlier, he had observed everyone while they ate, marveling at how full it felt. This was what he had always dreamed of—family gathered together, sharing meals, laughter echoing through the halls. His heart swelled with gratitude, a silent prayer of thanks to Allah escaping his lips.

A lifetime of yearning found its answer in that single, breathtaking moment. The sight of a family happy and chattering, their laughter like music to his ears, filled him with a gratitude so immense it was almost overwhelming.

Memories of his parents and the bustling heart of their home surfaced. This was what family was meant to be, a haven of love and laughter. His heart swelled with a gratitude so profound, it was almost tangible. The image before him was a masterpiece, a living tableau of the love and unity he'd always craved. It was a moment of such pure, unadulterated happiness that it felt like a dream come true. It was also the moment he realized Allah has answered his life long prayers while he quietly left them and retired to his room.

Upstairs, the sound of running water mingled with laughter. Jadwa and the girls emerged from the bathroom, All rushed to separate bathroom to shower, their skin flushed with warmth. The sweet scent of bakhoor filled the air, a comforting counterpoint to the lingering dampness.

Jadwa's meticulous nighttime routine took over an hour. Finally ready for bed, she slipped into grey sweatpants and a crop top, pulling a pink hoodie over it for warmth after the water fight.

Just as she picked up her phone to apply her lip mask, a message pinged.

Ya Imran: Come to the kitchen.

Jadwa: Okay.

[XXVIII]

Just as she picked up her phone to apply her lip mask, a message pinged.

Ya Imran: Come to the kitchen.

Jadwa: Okay.

She glanced at her reflection, a quick appraisal before descending the stairs. Through the open door, she could hear the cheerful cacophony of laughter from Anaya's room where the other girls gathered.

Arriving in the kitchen, she found Imran standing beside the counter, a kettle plugged in and two cups waiting.

"Naam," she said masking her face with a scowl, her voice a soft murmur.

"How are you?" His gaze held hers as he spoke, a silent question hanging in the air. She nodded, a brief, almost imperceptible movement.

"I'm making tea. Join me," he offered, gesturing towards the empty space beside him.

She moved closer, her silence a tangible presence. As the seconds ticked by, he turned to a cabinet, his fingers emerging with a handful of loose mint leaves.

"Jadwa, are we good?" His voice was gentle, but the question carried a weight that hung between them. She stood motionless, her eyes fixed on the tea pot in front of her.

His proximity was a constant, a silent pressure that seemed to fill the space around her. Yet, she remained rooted to the spot, her silence a fortress. As the stillness stretched on, he began to move, his arms encircling her from behind caging her upper body.

"You are upset," he murmured, his breath warm against her hair. She didn't respond, her focus shifting to the tea leaves as she poured them into the pot.

"Mmm?" His question was more a soft hum, a gentle prod. "What did I do?" Her eyes rolled, a silent accusation.

"Nothing," she replied, a terse dismissal. His lips brushed her shoulder in a fleeting, almost apologetic gesture.

"Please, baby," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. A shiver ran down her spine, despite her outward composure.

"If you don't know, then it's fine," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

His hands found her waist, pulling her closer. "Habibty," he breathed, his lips tracing a path along her neck.

"We should have given each more space before getting back to talking terms . I'm still not ready to talk," she said, her gaze steady.

His face seemed to contort in silent contemplation before he spoke. It just dawned on him why she was acting like this.

"I am sorry," he said, his voice firm.

"I want to go back upstairs. Let me be," she insisted, her tone hardening.

With a swift movement, he turned her to face him. "I won't," he stated, his voice laced with determination.

"I'm not going to talk to you," she protested, her arms crossed defensively.

"I am sorry, okay?" he said, his forehead creased in apology. "I can't handle you ignoring me like this," he confessed, his eyes filled with a raw vulnerability.

"I'll think about it," she conceded, a small crack forming in her resolve.

"Haba, babe, I am really sorry. Won't you forgive me?" he pleaded, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

"Then let me go back home," she challenged, a playful edge to her voice. His smile faltered, replaced by a tight look.

"No, and I don't want to talk about that again, Jadwa," he said, his fingers gently tracing the intricate patterns of her braids.

With surprising ease as always, he lifted her off the ground, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

"Please," he pleaded and and she nodded, her heart pounding in her chest.

He kissed her gently, her arms encircling his neck as he held her close, placing another kiss, then another, until she smiled into his lips. He smiled back, kissing her slowly.

Their lips met in a soft, exploratory touch, a tentative dance of tongues. His kiss deepened, a gentle pressure building between them. The world seemed to fade away as their senses focused on the intimate connection. His hands, once steady on her lower back, now traced delicate patterns along her spine, sending shivers down her spine. She tasted intoxicatingly feminine.

Breaking away, he placed her on the counter, their eyes locked in a heated exchange. He leaned in, capturing her lips once more, this time with a fierce urgency. Their bodies pressed together, a silent conversation of longing and desire.

"Am I forgiven?" he asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. She rolled her eyes, a silent affirmation.

He leaned in, their lips meeting in a series of passionate kisses.

"Okay," she agreed, a blush creeping up her cheeks. He smiled, his arms tightening around her.

"Is it still hurting?" he asked, his hand gently resting on her waist.

Surprised by his question, she realized he knew exactly where the pain was, even though she hadn't mentioned it.

"Not as much as before," she admitted, her voice barely audible.

"Let me see," he insisted, gently lifting her hoodie. His gaze fell on the bruise, his fingers tracing its outline.

"Sorry," he whispered, his voice filled with remorse. "Did Fatima see this?" he asked.

"Yes, she gave me an ointment. It's working like magic. It was worse before," she explained, her eyes meeting his.

His gaze shifted from the bruise to her face, then to the delicate waist chain she wore.

"You should take this off," he suggested, a hint of concern in his voice.

"So you are one of those men," she huffed, a playful smile on her lips.

"No, I love it. It almost drove me crazy a few days ago," he admitted, remembering the video of her dancing he saw a few days ago. His fingers gently caressing the chain. "I'm just saying until it heals," he clarified, his touch lingering on her skin.

A shiver ran through her as she remembered the incident he was referring to.

"It's not harming me," she reassured him, her voice steady. He studied her face for a long moment before nodding.

"Okay," he relented, his eyes holding the view his fingers brushing against her navel piercing. She shivered involuntarily.

"It's beautiful," he whispered, his eyes filled with admiration.

"Thank you," she replied, a soft smile playing on her lips.

"Goodnight," he said, pouring himself a cup of tea.  He turned to leave, doing himself a favor to not torment himself further and she could see the battle raging within him.

She remained on the counter, her fingers tracing the outline of her navel jewelry, the warmth of his touch lingering on her skin. With a sigh, she slid down and headed upstairs, her mind racing.

As she sat on her bed, she pressed a hand to her chest, trying to calm her racing heart. The door burst open, revealing Ameerah's expectant face.

"Where were you" she wiggled her brows.

"Ya Imran called me to talk" she responded absentmindedly.

"Oh!" She said sitting next to her "Did he say yes?" she asked, her voice filled with anticipation. Jadwa shook her head.

"No," she replied, her mind still reeling from what happened in the kitchen, her mind far from Ameerah's words.

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