The past two months of our life had been a complete bliss and had passed by pretty quickly mainly because they had just revolved around Ahyan and shopping, from wedding gifts to gifts for family members to all our little necessities and not to forget surprise dates my husband keep planning. I had experienced all those little happy moments with Wali in these two months that they had made up for all the time I had been drowned in darkness thinking I can never smile from my heart or never look at life with a bright perspective and without a doubt Allah made Wali my savior and proved my own theories wrong.

Wiping the sweat from my forehead and tucking the stubborn hair strands behind my ears I dished out the curry in the bowl and placed the pot back on the stove when two arms circled my waist and he planted a soft kiss on my shoulder and then place his chins on top of my right one, hiding the threatening smile off my face I paid him no attention, that's how you should respond to your husband when he leaves you alone for the whole day when he was supposed to be on leave.

I freed my body from his grasp and walked to the other side to take out plates for everyone, as it was time for sehri (sahoor) and today everyone was gathered at our apartment because we have flight for Karachi just after fajr.

"Everyone is up!" Rafia got back into the kitchen making Wali take few more steps away from me.

"Great! Well Rumaisa have set the table just take this bowl and plates, I'll bring yogurt and coffee." I passed her the bowl and gave a glance to Wali who was continuously looking at me with a pleading look. Rolling my eyes at him I took out the yogurt and place my dupatta carefully on my head I walked out towards the dining table when he grasped my wrist and stopped me on my way to come and stand beside me, looking ahead I stood there tapping my foot, mocking him with the sign of my irritation.

"I am really sorry! Qasam say! (I swear!) if it wouldn't be important I would have never left you yesterday and finalizing everything along with looking over all the stocks and meetings made me late. But I called you." He tried to defend himself.

"Yesterday of all days! You didn't only left me alone the day before we are leaving but you didn't even come for iftar. I made the pizza especially for you! Leave it I don't want to discuss!" I hissed trying to get my wrist free.

"Yaar, I am really sorry!" he sound so genuine that I was ready to give up.

No Khadija! You even dressed yourself to have the last iftar with him!

"Don't be sorry Wali," I replied in a mocked sweet tone, "You are going to be free from me for next ten days till our Walima! Enjoy as much office work as you can!" I shook my hand free and walked towards the dining table where everyone was already seated.

The idea of staying separate was proposed by almost everyone from the family and though Wali put up a great argument but failed miserably, apparently everyone wants to enjoy the traditional events of a wedding ceremony from mayon to walima. Wali declined the idea by saying it's not part of our religion but when elders agreed to the idea he had no option but to accept.

I was brought back to the energy filled surrounding when I felt Wali's foot on mine, how he was slowly rubbing them together and then teasingly pulled up my shalwar through his toes, I shook my foot but it didn't stop him from doing it, instead it motivated him to do it further, so bringing my hands near to his I pinched on his finger and he yelped, I controlled the urge to laugh out loud but soon covered it with a worried expression when he started coughing to avoid the attention.

"Ya Allah khair!" I heard mama and phupo saying.

"Wali pani," I smirked passing him a glass while he glared at me and I knew I was gone.

I was in a deep trouble and I called for it!

An hour later I was back in my room with Rumaisa and Rafia while Khadija and Ahyan were sleeping on the bed and the three of us were busy reading Quran and praying namaz as there was no use of sleeping again because we had our flight in four hours and in an hour we would be leaving for airport.

"What are you wearing?" I looked up at Rafia who was looking eagerly at me from the couch where she was reading tasbeeh as she can't pray and fast yet.

"You'll see me right? Let me read Quran in peace first!" She frowned on my answer and turned her head back.

"Can I come in?" the three of us turned to look at Wali who was peeking inside with a smile.

"Sure Wali bhai!" Rafia straightened her back while Rumaisa nodded her head while reading Quran.

"Um... You guys should start getting ready we don't have much time left." he said while I could feel his gaze at me.

"Is it your way of being alone with your wife?" Rumaisa teased placing Quran on the coffee table and standing up.

"Maybe or maybe your husband is just going to call for you!" he smirked and we all heard Yahya and Murtaza both calling their wives, turning both the females red while the two of us chuckled.

Rafia and Rumaisa both quickly rushed to pick their kids and we both stopped them from disturbing them from their peaceful slumber, both the mothers left leaving the two of us alone. As the door closed again I could feel Wali taking deadly steps towards me and just when I was ready to get up and avoid him he turned to his bedside table, my eyes went wide on his pretentious act but I didn't miss the smirk on his face. Looking at him intently I folded the prayer mat when he again walked towards me and stopped right in front of me, his face mere inches away from mine that I could feel his breath and actually have too look up to meet his gaze, his brown eyes sparkling with mischief and his five o'clock shadow making it hard for me to concentrate on my state. Suddenly he bent a little and I felt him placing his phone on the table behind me and straightening up again he leaned towards my ear,

"We don't want you to get late, now do we?" and with that he moved away from me and walked towards the walk-in closet. Leaving me stoned to my place.

Half an hour later I was standing in front of the mirror in our bathroom suite dressed in white color shalwar kameez with purple color embroidery on the shirt borders, sleeves and shoulders. The purple colored chiffon dupatta was wrapped around my head in form of hijab. I just had applied a bit of kajal kohl and eyeliner with light pink lip-gloss, my make up was at minimal. I was wearing my gold pearl set which consisted of small pearl earrings and a pendant. Wearing the watch Wali gifted me on my birthday I gave myself a last satisfying look and walked out of the bathroom turning off the lights on my way. Wali was sitting on the edge of the bed tying his sneakers laces, he was dressed in a light blue color button up shirt and a pair of black jeans, his first two buttons were undone and his sleeves were rolled up till his elbows. A sudden urge of going towards him and set his hair properly rose in my chest but I quickly looked away as he looked up at me.

"Ready?" I heard him ask, without replying I moved to wear my flat sandals and then picking up my hand bag I made my way towards the door but beating me to it he blocked my way standing between me in the door. "Abhi tuk naraz ho?" (You are still mad at me?) I looked up at him and frown, the only time my husband usually talk in Urdu is when he desperately need something.

"Nahi," (No!) I rolled my eyes looking at the opposite side which was showing the beautiful view of early morning through long walls which were made of glass.

"Okay! I am really, really sorry! I don't want to start this trip when you are not in a good mood, the thought of not being with you for next ten days is annoying enough. I don't get it why they all are so eager to have mehendi and mayon! And if they wanna have it what's the point of not staying together? We have been married for eight months now, Masha Allah!" He grinned making me smile too, "I know it was really a ridiculous move to not spend the day with you when I promised and believe me I missed you more than ever. I went to your cabin for like thirty times thinking you would be their, look what you have done to me?" he dramatically placed his hand on his heart and I playfully pushed him away, "But you know it was important right?" He looked at me hopefully.

"Okay if we even forget about yesterday what about what you did before getting ready?"

"What?" he pretended to think but when he smirked I glared in return. Taking a step forward he wrapped his arms around my waist bringing me closer, he huskily whispered, "A move to tease my wife and see what affect I have on her? So Mrs. Wali Ahmed would you like to tell me the affect--"

"Roza kharab kerwayain gai, Wali!" (You will break my fast, Wali) I meekly whispered and he laughed at my response, throwing his head back he was laughing while I was standing there with flushed cheeks trying to calm my erratic heartbeats which go wild whenever he is close.

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Adjusting myself on the seat for the umpteenth time I groaned because of my stiff neck, opening my eyes I slightly rubbed them and looked outside the window, the sky was completely dark, we were now on the connecting flight to Pakistan, four hours ago the plane landed in Riyadh and after a couple of hours break which included breaking the fast we were now back in air. Looking beside me I looked at Wali who was peacefully snoring, his lips slightly apart while his hair covering his forehead, raising my hand I softly brushed them away and he moved his head a bit so retreating my hand I smiled at how cute and peaceful he looked, sadly my phone died an hour ago or I would have taken his picture, I was busy thinking all those time when I have silently captured his pictures when I heard Ahyan crying as Rafia and Yahya had their seats in front of ours so it was easy to look at the baby. I smiled when Rafia woke up and looked at me with a weak smile.

"Need some help?" I asked in a whisper while she adjusted Ahyan properly in her arms.

"He is most probably hungry but I have to check his diaper too." she sighed standing up to go to the toilet.

"Why don't you give him to me when you are done? Take rest for a while."

"Dija it's okay..." she smiled shaking her head lightly.

"It's really fine I have no problem and I am not getting sleep anyways!"

"Really?"

"Of course, Rafi!"

"Thank you, you are really a life savior."

Half an hour later when Rafia was done feeding Ahyan and he was content with sleepy eyes, I took him and adjusted him with his blanket in my arms, and after a lot of assurance Rafia slept. Now it was just the two of us. Kissing his forehead I adjusted his beanie properly on his head and patted him so he can sleep and it took just few minutes when he was fast asleep in my arms, his hands grasping on my finger. I smiled at the baby and blew ayat-ul-kursi over him.

"There can't be a better sight than looking at two of your most favorite people having some time together." I got surprise on a sudden whisper from beside me and turned to look Wali smiling warmly at us and I smiled in return.

"I took him so she can have some rest," I looked over at Rafia, who's head was now placed on Yahya's shoulder and both husband and wife were deep in their slumber.

"They deserve some rest, he was quiet cranky at the airport."

"Hmm," I looked back at Ahyan who was still grasping my finger tightly.

"I can get used to of this sight," I heard him whisper huskily near my ears and I unconsciously bit my lower lip. In past two months we both have indirectly mentioned it a lot of times. It was relief to know that this part of life wasn't a burden to him and when one day he actually said that it would be the greatest day of his life when the two of us would become parents, I couldn't hide my excitement, I jumped and hugged him and since then we keep mentioning it, I have even planned doctor's appointment after our return.

"In Shaa Allah." I whispered after few minutes and he repeated it after me.

"So little Khadija's and Wali, yeah?" he smirked and I could feel my cheeks burning by just an image of a little boy playing in his arms or a little girl sleeping beside him, someone with his smile and maybe my eyes, a new life which would be part of our existence.

Ya Allah make it easier for us.

"You never answered my question, what do you want first? A girl or a boy?" I asked the question I asked him after gathering a lot of courage for the first time when we discussed about it.

"To be honest, it doesn't matter to me I just want him or her to be healthy and perfect like their mom," I smiled at his response, "But for the sake of this conversation, a girl first, rehmat before naymat, our little Hoor."

His little confession filled my heart with pure joy and I quickly looked away to hide my tears of gratitude to Allah (S.W.T) for bringing this man in my life.

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