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Shoutout to AsmauIsaAli  for helping me write this chapter.
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JAWAHIR

We arrived home in a comfortable silence. The gateman pulled the gates open and the car sauntered inside. The house looks foreign, maybe because I haven't been here for more than hundred days.

Aayan parked the car and alighted before opening my door, I thought he was going to get my wheelchair but no he picked me up bridal style. I didn't protest, I can feel a headache coming up so I closed my eyes. He managed to open the door and enter with me in his arms.

He safely placed me on the couch before going back to get my things from the car. I let my gaze roam around the living room, there's a whole new set of furnitures in the living room. Gold colored royal chairs designed the parlor, the same color as the previous ones but these ones are more classy. Same thing with the small lounge room under the stairs. I wonder what else has been changed.

Aayan walked in, without saying anything, he took my luggage upstairs. A few minutes later he came back. "Do you like it?" He asked after taking a seat. I only nodded without saying anything.

"Do you need anything?" He questioned after a moment of silence. "I need to lay down please," my head is aching and I need to be alone. "get me my wheelchair please."

Aayan stood up, this time too he picked me up. I made a protesting sound in the back of my throat. "I don't like it when you pick me up." I told him.

Aayan halted and looked down at me. "Is that so?" I nodded. He breathed a laugh, kissed my forehead then continued walking.

"Why are you taking me upstairs?" I asked when he started climbing the stairs. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "I can't climb the stairs, you know that. Put me in a room downstairs." He completely ignored me like I was talking to a wall. And that annoyed me, I pinched his biceps still he didn't give me the reaction I needed.

I huffed in annoyance. Aayan kept walking steadily with me in his arms, he walked pass my room and his. I kept my mouth shut, silently wondering where he's going.

"Where are you taking me?" I blurted, the curiosity is killing me. "Our room." He simply replied.

"What do you mean our room?"

"Exactly what I said, our room. You and I. Have you forgotten about the master bedroom we never used? That's about to change."

I stared, confused for a little while before it finally clicked. When we got married, our parents, well aware of the circumstances under which we got married, decorated two separate room for us, leaving the master bedroom empty. The room we were supposed to share. I was wondering about one day when I came across it, it was practically empty and still under construction. I didn't say anything and Aayan didn't too until Kausar blabbered it out some time back. And ever since then, the room was never mentioned again ,

I stayed silent, he stopped in front of a double door at the end of the corridor. "Open it." He softly commanded. Without arguing, I did as I was told.

The room is dark, the lights off. Aayan walked in the dark like he knew his way around. Minutes later, I was placed on a soft surface which I concluded to be the bed. I heard him roaming about, a little while later the room illuminated.

My mouth fell open as I stare in awe. My gaze lingered, taking everything in. This room is fit for a queen, it's so big, larger than our previous ones. It's shiny, everything is twinkling. I can see my reflection on the floor. I particularly love the drapes and the ceiling.

The bed dipped as Aayan took a seat. "Do you like it?" I didn't realize he was close till he's hot minty breath whispered against the flesh of my neck. My back stiffened, and I pulled away as subtly as I could.

"It's alluring," I breathed. I turned my neck to look at him. "You did this?"

He nodded. "With the help of our sisters, Nana and Kulthum but I chose the furnitures and everything. They just put it the way it should be."

Nice, he has such an expensive taste. With him being an architect, I'm not surprised.

"Let me run a bath for you," he disappeared behind a door, the washroom door before I could protest.

How are we going to do this? I've never taken my bath myself ever since the tragedy and I'm not about to let him do it for me. No way! I have to struggle and do it myself, let's hope it ends well. Or maybe I could g—

Aayan halted my thoughts when he came out. I voiced out the idea that suddenly clicked. "Get a maid to help me take my bath please."

The small, almost soft smile that decorated his lips fell. "No," he growled. "nobody is helping you when I'm here, that's why I'm here and I forbid anybody to see you that way."

Against my will, I flushed. Sending him a glare, I attempted to stand up. In a flash, Aayan was by my side, he held me by my arms. "Are you crazy? What are you doing? You're not supposed to stand on a broken leg."

"I can!" I snapped in an annoyed voice. Ya Allah, he's so overbearing. Aayan harshly pulled me forward and I landed on his chest. Our fronts completely flushed together, I could hear his heart thumping wildly against his rib cage in a fast pace, mine matched his too.

Aayan leaned down and buried his face in the crook of my neck, the tip of his long nose grazing the area. I mentally scolded myself for discarding my hijab. I wanted to push him away but every muscle in my body became languid.

"You're so stubborn," he tightened the hold he has on my hips, and pulled me closer, if that's possible. "but I can be stubborn too, especially when it comes to your wellbeing. For that I'm ready to fight anyone, you included." He pulled away and stared at me, his gaze smoldering. "Don't test me." He whispered against my lips. I could only stare at him, nothing more, nothing less. I'm putty in his arms.

Once he was sure I wasn't going to protest, he swept me off my feet. Into the washroom, he walked. Like the bedroom, the washroom is also grandly luxurious.

Aayan carefully placed me on a small sofa, almost like a loveseat but not quite. He handed me a towel then he turned, his back facing me. He is silently telling me to undress.

Grumpily, I did as I was told. Thank Goodness the towel is big. Aayan turned around as I was wrapping the towel around my body, luckily I was covered by then. I glared at him and he glared right back. I pouted.

He knelt down and carefully took a hold of my injured leg, I winced. "Sorry," He was quick to apologize. "I'm sorry," he said looking into my eyes. After a little staring contest, with me looking away first as usual, he wrapped my leg with a plastic bag.

"Are you sure water won't sip in?"

"I'm sure," he answered. Aayan picked me up. "Am I not heavy?" I blurted. The corner of his lips lifted. "Not at all."

He slowly placed me in the warm water, I realize that he has closed his eyes so I removed my towel. When he was sure I was inside the bubble bath and away from his gaze, Aayan opened his eyes. I looked as he gulped, his Adam apple bopping up and down.

"Knock on the pane when you're done," his voice suddenly husky, then he left.

I released a heavy breath before I started washing myself. Involuntarily, my mind started to wonder about. Aayan's words before he left, him ignoring me, not bothered about my wellbeing for more than ninety days. The mysterious, cryptic messages I've been receiving from an unknown source, my accident and...........my baby.

My baby.

The baby I lost.

The baby I didn't know about.

The baby I didn't protect.

Little snippets from the accident kept flashing through my eyes, it feels like I've been transported back to that dreadful moment.

Right after dropping my phone, I heard a blaring sound from my side. When I turned around, I saw an eighteen wheeler coming my way in a fast speed. The driver kept frantically waving his hands, telling me to get out of the way, his brakes aren't working. I froze and by the time my body realized what was about to happen, it's already late.

The front of the truck collided with the side of my car, my side. An excruciating pain exploded in my body, one I've never felt before. The car tumbled, and tumbled, all my efforts, in vain, I couldn't do anything. I couldn't open the door nor could I stop the car. I closed my eyes desperately praying to the Almighty. By the time the car stopped, upside down, I was slipping in and out of consciousness, blood everywhere, I didn't know from where. Before I finally succumbed to the darkness, I cupped my belly. The pain there was too intense.

I started heaving, gasping for air. It was only when I sucked in foamy water did I realize that while I was lost in my thoughts, my head disappeared under water. I tried sitting up, wallah I tried but everything was slippery. I raised my hand and banged on the pane, desperately calling out for help.

I could faintly hear Aayan's voice. Help, I wanted to yell. "TESORO! JAWAHIR!"

My chest burned as I struggled to breathe. Aayan pulled me out, I coughed, finding it hard to take in oxygen.

My eye lids started dropping on their own accord. "Don't close your eyes! Tesoro, look at me. I'm here." He continuously patted my cheeks to keep me awake.

Aayan sucked in a breath. "Just stay with me okay?" He drained the water then rinsed my body with clean water. He then wrapped my body in a big fluffy towel.

He effortlessly carried me to the bedroom. "Tesoro," he called, my hands in his. My eyelids fluttered open. "Do you need anything? How are you feeling?"

I held onto his hand tighter.  "I didn't do it purposely." I struggled to say in between coughs. "I know, Tesoro." I shook my head. "I'm not suicidal Aayan, I didn't try to drown myself wallah."

Aayan laid down beside me and pulled my body so that I'm half sprawled on top of him. He encircled my body with his sinewy arms, his body warmth seeping through his clothes. I let out a sigh, and burrowed myself deeper into his chest, greedily basking in the warmth his body provided. "I know habibty, rest I'm here. You're okay, we're okay."

I fluttered my eyes close, finally surrendering. I slept like a baby, I slept peacefully, something I haven't been able to do in a long time.

****

The next time I opened my eyes, the bed was empty. I carefully sat up, still a bit disoriented. Right before I started panicking, Aayan walked in holding a tray.

"I didn't leave, I'm not leaving ever." He vowed. The look in my eyes must have spiked volumes. "I'm never making that mistake ever again, I just went to get your food."

Aayan ambulated towards the bed in strong strides. He's wearing a casual gray sweatpants and a t-shirt, the shirt deliciously clung to his body. His hair is carelessly tossed to one side and very messy, like he had been running his fingers through the strands.

He kept the tray on the bedside table then helped me sit down properly. Once he was sure that I'm comfortable, he placed the tray on my laps. I looked at the tray then at him, the tray, him.

Aayan looked bashful. "I thought maybe you'd want breakfast for dinner," he scratched the back of his head. I still didn't look away. "Okay so that's the only thing I'm good at." He admitted in defeat.

Pancakes with strawberry and Nutella.

My lips lifted in amusement. I picked a fork and cut a piece of pancake, dipped it in the bowl of Nutella, picked a piece of strawberry then brought it to my mouth. An array of flavors blasted in my mouth, every ingredient is just right.

"How is it?" He asked with a grimace.

I made a perfect sign with my index finger and thumb. Aayan let out a sigh of relief. I patted the space beside me, he let out a smile and took a seat beside me. I placed the tray on his laps.

Aayan picked the fork, instead of placing the fork in his mouth, he thrusted to mine. I slowly enclosed my lips around the fork. Aayan's eyes twinkled with genuine happiness. He silently fed us.

"You have something here," he whispered softly, touching the side of his lips. I wiped the place, looking at him asking if I've cleaned it.

He shook his head and leaned to do it himself. Aayan didn't pull away, we found ourselves staring at each other yet again. This time I didn't look away, I was captivated by his midnight orbs. He kept leaning closer till his lips were just a breath away from mine. Just as he was about to close the distance between us, I looked away. His lips ended up landing on my cheeks.

Aayan pulled back and awkwardly cleared his throat. The atmosphere became tense and uncomfortable. Out of nowhere, music started playing. The remote Aayan was holding confirmed that it was his doing.

A new song came up.

Little do you know
How I'm breaking while you fall asleep
Little do you know
I'm still haunted by the memories
Little do you know
I'm trying to pick myself up piece by piece
Little do you know
I need a little more time

I listened to the lyrics carefully, it's like I am the one speaking.

Underneath it all I'm held captive by the hole inside
I've been holding back
For the fear that you might change your mind
I'm ready to forgive you, but forgetting is a harder fight
Little do you know
I need a little more time

Our gazes clashed. I desperately hope he can read what's in my eyes. There's an underlying fear that's holding me back, I'm afraid to let go again. It's true, I'm ready to forgive him but forgetting, now that's the hardest fight.

I'll wait, I'll wait
I love you like you've never felt the pain, I'll wait
I promise, you don't have to be afraid, I'll wait
Love is here, and here to stay
So lay your head on me

Aayan took a hold of my hands.

Little do you know
I know you're hurt while I'm sound asleep
Little do you know
All my mistakes are slowly drowning me
Little do you know
I'm trying to make it better piece by piece
Little do you know
I, I love you 'til the sun dies

Aayan squeezed my hand tighter, the emotions in his eyes, raw.

I'll wait, just wait
I love you like I've never felt the pain, just wait
I love you like I've never been afraid, just wait
Our love is here, and here to stay
So lay your head on me

I'll wait (I'll wait), I'll wait (I'll wait)
I love you like you've never felt the pain, I'll wait (I'll wait)
I promise you don't have to be afraid, I'll wait
Love is here, and here to stay
So lay your head on me
Lay your head on me
So lay your head on me
'Cause little do you know
I love you 'til the sun dies

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Memories of togetherness

Forgiveness of mistakes

A promise to never give up on each other.

I thought back to what Ya Nana has said days ago. I was sitting on the sofa in my—our room, watching Food Network which didn't even have my attention, I wasn't even there. It was just my body that was sitting there but my mind, it's with someone, with some memories.

Communication to a relationship is like is like oxygen to life; Ya Nana has said.

It's been a week since I returned to my matrimonial home. Aayan has been doing nothing but showering me with love and affection. He pampers me to the T. Realizing just sitting in the same house with Aayan and watching him shower me with love won't do the work. Him working alone will not do the work. We're stuck together forever.

So I made up my mind for the last time. I've made my decision. My cast was removed yesterday and my legs were now okay I guess. It's still hard to walk so I use I crutches. I still can't climb the stairs, I insisted I move to one of the guest rooms downstairs but Aayan wasn't having it.

Showered, I took out a fully stoned slurred high-low caftan with palazzo.  The glossy strands of my hair, burnished with the radiance of the arc-lights, ran and made their ways down my back and a few to the front. I then put on a turban that has a long scarf and wrapped it around my head. With a little kohl and lipstick, I was done. It took me two hours to get ready.

Have you seen my— I mean our closet?

Aayan got me a whole new wardrobe. From Abayas, hijabs, laces, ankaras, bags, shoes, everything. The previous ones he gave them out.

I called one of the maid to help me go downstairs. We went straight to the kitchen. Two of them helped me make Mac and cheese for dinner and berry slush. I made chocolate mousse and tres leches for dessert.

My heaven was also renovated. It's now made of dark wood.

An extension was made and now I have my very own pantry. It's stocked with everything I would need. I especially love the new Kitchen Aid Mixer he got for me. I can't thank him enough.

Aayan should be on his way now. He told me he'll be returning by 6:00pm and it's already 5:54. This is the first time he went to work since I returned, his presence is very much needed that's why he went. He says—and I quote— I've taken a break to nurse my wife back to health.

I made my way on the wheelchair to the dining room and with the help of the housemaid, we made sure everything was arranged before I took my phone and checked our group chat.

The girls came three days ago. The door bell rang just as I finished typing, so I made my way to the door and not long after, it was spread wide open with Aayan standing with his head placed on his his left hand that was placed against the door area. He started walking towards me, slowly.

"Assalamu alaikum, Tesoro." He said, the last part coming out almost as a whisper.

"Wa alaikum Salaam." I said with a tight-lipped smile. I moved to the side, giving him way to come in. "Welcome."

He crouched in front of me instead of going inside, his eyes were burning with genuine admiration. He leaned in a little and pecked my lips. It felt foreign. I've not let him kiss my lips for so long, I always turn to my head to the side and allowing him access to only my cheeks and the side of my lips.

I looked straight into his ball-shaped capsule that was twinkling with anticipation of approval. He didn't wait another second before he crashed my lips against mine, weakening my knees in the process. I hold unto the sides of his onion collared dress shirt.

"Aayan..." I whispered, pushing my hands against his chest. I looked down at my hands that were now on my laps.

"Tesoro, look at me." He urged with his fingers trying to lift up my chin. I refused.

"Please." He whispered.

I looked up and was met with his enchanting dark orbs that were looking at my face as if trying to bore holes. He was dressed in a suit and his jacket was draped neatly on his right hand. He's tie was half unknotted and two of his buttons were undone.

"Freshen up. I've cooked for you." I said in susurration with my hands now on his tie. I unknot it before I pushed him to go.

After Aayan has freshened up, he joined me in the dining. I moved a little to his side so I'd be able to serve but he took hold of my hands before I'd even open the the cover.

"Please, let me." He supposed with a very wide grin on his face. The corners of his mouth haven't faded from their smiling position since he came in. He has been smiling nonstop.

I nodded and pulled by hands away from his. He served himself, after that he didn't make the attempt to serve me.

Okay.....

I stood up to serve myself, a hand pulled me down and I landed on Aayan's laps. My eyes widened in surprise. "What are you doing? Please stop straining your legs," he softly reprimanded. "stop moving please. Let's eat."

We ate silently as Aayan fed me, though if I'm honest, it's really uncomfortable. But I didn't say anything.

"I miss your food." Aayan confessed after pushing the plate away. I smiled. "We'll leave the dessert for later."

He stood up, with me in his arms and made his way to our room. I didn't protest, he has been carrying around like I weigh nothing.

Aayan placed me on the sofa before taking a seat beside me. We shifted our attention to the TV where sport news was showing.

Thinking back to the decision I made, I spoke. "Aayan?" I called softly. He immediately switched off the television and gave me his full attention. "What is it love?"

I kept mum, not knowing how or where to start from.

"Tesoro? You're scaring me."

I said the three words I've been meaning to say for a little while now.

"I forgive you."

Aayan stopped breathing, literally. Then sucked in a deep breath, his eyes immediately changed color.

Forgiveness is a greater understanding that does not occur instantaneously. It is the end result of a choice to not hold self-judgment or resentment towards another and to begin a healing process. I made that choice. True forgiveness requires time, intention, attention and time.

"Hayati," he croaked. Aayan took a hold of my hands, kneeling down in front me. "you have no idea how badly I wanted to hear those words from you. You have no idea." His voice was cracking. "Thank you," he placed his head on my laps. I felt his body vibrating.

Ya Allah!

"Thank you, thank you. I'm sorry, so sorry."

I raised my hands, hesitating first before finally weaving my fingers in his soft hair. I stroked his hair, consoling him. He repeatedly kept saying thank you and I'm sorry.

Aayan raised his head, his eyes filled to the brim with tears. I felt my heart clench painfully. He cupped his cheeks using my palms. "Thank you hayati, thank you so much." he repeatedly kissed the middle of my palms. "I'd die trying to be the husband you deserve. I won't give you false hope and say I won't ever make a mistake again because that'd be the biggest lie I'll ever utter but I promise to love you with all of my heart, to give you all the happiness you deserve, to cherish you. A-a-Ana ohbuki, I love you so much and I'll continue to pray to the Almighty to reunite us in Jannah in sha Allah."

He sealed the promise with a tender kiss, ferociously.

Ouuuuuu🎉💃🏻

Boy is the chapter long!

Eid Mubarak my people😘😘  se nazo yawan sallah, keep my meat😂❤️

To burst your bubble, there won't be sallah bonanza this time around 😩😭 *discreetly look at thatgirlzara_ * Sorry Mrs Khalil😹❤️
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