Zara's POV

I wake up early that morning, because I need to use the bathroom. Opening my eyes, I see that it has started to get bright outside. I glance at the clock on the far wall. It reads 6am. I feel a weight on my stomach, and I look beside me. Zaid is fast asleep, with an arm wrapped around me. I feel way too comfortable to get up, but I have to.

Blushing at the position we're in, I slowly and gently move his arm off me. I get out of bed and quickly use the bathroom. My period has nearly finished, which is crazy. It's only the fourth day, and it usually lasts at least five. I'm not complaining at all, though. I glance into the mirror as I'm about to leave the bathroom, and I giggle, seeing how flushed my cheeks are. I touch my face gently with my fingertips and tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.

Our walima was amazing, just like every other function. I had lots of fun, and Zaid didn't leave my side for most of the night. When he did leave my side to meet some guests for five minutes, all the girls came rushing to me and bombarded me with questions about my wedding night. They're so crazy. Zaid definitely knew what they were talking about when he came back, because I was bright red in the face.

I head back to our bedroom, yawning. I'm still tired, so I will sleep for another couple of hours. Yesterday had been a long, busy day. But it had been such a beautiful day.

I get back into bed, hugging the covers to myself to warm me up. I turn to face Zaid, and a smile automatically makes its way onto my lips. My heart skips a beat seeing his smile while asleep. He looks so handsome, even when he's asleep. I take my hand to his forehead and tuck back a strand of dark hair.

Then, I lean forward and kiss his cheek, letting my lips linger for a couple of seconds. I keep staring at him for a few seconds, grinning. I will never get used to how handsome he is. With the grin not leaving my lips, I rest my head on his shoulder, hugging him to me. I breathe in his musky, manly scent and close my eyes. But I'm not tired at all anymore. All the tiredness has vanished. I feel wide awake, alert. My heart is hammering loudly in my chest.

A few seconds later, I open my eyes and glance up at his beautiful face. When my eyes meet his open ones, I freeze, biting my lip. I got caught, in this position which I created myself. I just landed myself into trouble, and I'm glad I did.

Zaid lifts his hand and gently caresses my cheek. I smile shyly up at him, closing my eyes and leaning into his touch. It's only been one and a half days since the wedding, but I feel so comfortable with Zaid. Like I was always meant to be here, with him. I feel right at home with him.

He slowly lifts his head and presses a kiss to my forehead. I again smile shyly at him, biting my lip. I can't even begin to explain the feeling I get when Zaid looks at me this way, or when he kisses me on the forehead, or anywhere. I feel so happy, it's crazy. I'm crazy for him. I always have been.

He's still staring at me, a small smile on his beautiful, soft lips. When I realise the position we're in, that I'm resting my head on his shoulder, I blush harder and pull away. I lay back on my pillow, not able to contain my smile.

"Good morning, beautiful," he says, smiling at me. His voice is deep and husky, making me shiver. He shifts forward to kiss my cheek.

'Good morning, handsome,' I reply, grinning.

I hear him chuckle from beside me. He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me closer.

"You think I'm handsome?" He asks, his voice sleepy and teasing.

I shrug, blushing. 'You're alright.' I can't even lie to myself, though. Zaid is the most handsome man I've ever seen, and he's all mine.

He laughs loudly, his body vibrating as he kisses my forehead. "Are you feeling okay, darling? You're awake very early. I woke up just an hour ago, and prayed fajr while you were asleep."

Oh, he did? I smile.

'I'm fine, I just needed to use the bathroom.'

He smiles, nodding. "How's your pain now?"

I blush, looking down towards the duvet. 'It's much better. There's no pain now. I'm nearly fully better.'

His eyes widen for a split second, and he nods. "You're nearly better?" He asks.

I nod, my cheeks burning. 'Yes. I'll be finished by tonight or tomorrow morning,' I tell him. He's my husband, he should know these things.

He stares at me for a few seconds, before nodding. He pulls me closer to himself, hugging me.

"Zara?" He says my name, softly. I love the way he says my name.

'Yes?' I ask, glancing up at him. His eyes are soft and filled with love.

"I promise you, I won't do anything until you're fully comfortable with me. I won't even touch you if you don't want me to."

I frown. 'So you won't even hug me?' I ask, pouting.

He looks down towards my lips and swallows. Then he nods. "If you don't want me to hug you, I won't even do that. I promise."

'Shut up,' I whisper, hugging him close. I rest my face against his chest, breathing in his scent. It makes me crazy. I hug him as close as I can, and he does the same, kissing the top of my head.

"I'm guessing you're fine with our hugs then," he says, chuckling.

I look up at him, glaring. 'You're crazy, Zaid. Of course I'm fine with it. Now shut up.'

"I'm being serious, love. I can wait as long as you want, that's no problem at all. We can take things slowly, to whichever pace you like and are comfortable with."

What an idiot.

What am I supposed to say to him?

I stay silent, nodding. He thinks I'm not comfortable with him?

We'll see about that.

'Okay, let's sleep,' I say, smirking and closing my eyes.

I'm excited.

Zaid falls asleep a few minutes later. I lay in his arms, looking up at the ceiling and smirking. I'm becoming like Zaid now, smirking like this.

It takes me an hour to fall asleep, because I'm scheming in my mind. The idiot thinks I'm not comfortable with him. I've never been more comfortable with anyone before. He just makes me nervous sometimes, with his handsomeness and his smirks. He drives me crazy.

********

I fall asleep an hour after him, but I'm awake before him that morning. I wake up at half 8 and get out of bed after kissing him on the forehead. He looks so adorable in his sleep, I don't want to wake him up again.

I go into the bathroom and shower, brush my teeth and get changed. My outfit for today is another stunning dress which Aunty bought for me. It's light pink, and it's a Pakistani style maxi dress with light, intricate embroidery. I love it so much, it's beautiful and it fits perfectly. I apply some light makeup, matching my lipstick with the dress.

I'm so glad my periods are gonna finish soon. Well, they've already nearly finished, but I will take my purity bath this evening before heading to Mum's. I'm so happy and excited, for some reason.

After applying my makeup, I put on a pair of small diamond studs which Dad gifted to me, and the beautiful gold bangles which Aunty gave me yesterday.

I walk out of the bathroom and see Zaid sitting up in bed. His hair is a mess, making me giggle.

'Good morning, hubby,' I say, smiling at him.

He grins at me, stretching. "Good morning, wifey. You look beautiful."

I blush, thanking him. 'Thank you, now get up and take a shower, then get changed. Aunty, Uncle and Hafsa must be waiting for us, for breakfast!'

He smiles, getting out of bed walking towards the bathroom.

'Go and take a shower, I'll select your clothes for today. Okay?' I ask him.

He nods, kissing me on the forehead. Then he goes into the bathroom. When I hear the sound of the shower running, I walk into our closet, onto his side.

I select a maroon t-shirt and black jeans for him to wear. Maroon and red really suit him, but he doesn't wear these colours often at all.

I place the outfit on the bed, waiting for him to call me from the bathroom to hand his clothes over.

I'm setting my dupatta and glancing into our floor-length mirror, when the bathroom door opens. Zaid walks out, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. My mouth falls open in shock, drying up. I feel my cheeks, they're burning.

My cheeks are bright red, and my heart is thudding loudly in my chest. What is he doing?!

'Zaid! I...go and change in the bathroom!' I mutter, not sure how the words come out.

This is the first time I'm seeing him topless, alone.

I hear him smirk and walk towards me. I look down at my hands, biting my lip.

Stupid hormones.

"Do I make you nervous, baby?" He whispers, his voice husky. I shiver as he walks closer to me.

Seeing him without a shirt, it's driving my hormones crazy. Over the top crazy. He's so muscular, so hot. He has a six pack, and his arms...wow.

I close my eyes shut tight, trying to get rid of the images of running my hands down his muscles, down his back. Zara, what are you doing?

He comes to stand behind me. I open my eyes and glance into the mirror, my body tensing when I see how close he is. His body is millimetres away from mine.

When he wraps his arms around me, I close my eyes again, holding onto his hands for support. My legs are shaking, he's the one keeping me standing up.

'Zaid,' I whisper, not opening my eyes.

I can feel his warm body on mine, and it gives me a tingling sensation everywhere. A weird sensation is building up in the pit of my stomach, which I cannot ignore.

"Yes, baby?" He whispers, his voice rough. I can feel his breath on my ear, teasing.

'Y-your clothes. We're l-late. Breakfast.' My words are probably making no sense at all right now, but it's his fault.

He chuckles, holding me closer. His hands are resting on my stomach, my hands are holding his tightly, my fingernails digging into his skin.

"Open your eyes, jaan." His voice sends shivers through my entire body.

I shake my head, making him chuckle again.

'P-put some clothes on. The t-towel will fall off.'

Zara, you're such an idiot.

His laughter is melodious, and it makes both of our bodies shake.

"Then let it fall off."

I turn around in his arms to face him, opening my eyes. I don't dare to look down at his body.

He brings a hand up to my cheek, letting his fingers graze over it for a moment. I lean into his touch.

When my eyes fall to his torso, my eyes widen slightly and I feel my legs turn to jelly.

He holds me tight, smirking. "You want me," he whispers, his eyes dark and hooded.

'W-what?' Yeah, I definitely make no sense right now.

"You want me, Zara. Your heavy breathing tells me that you do. The way you're trying not to touch me. The way your legs are pressed together tightly. And you're flushing." He caresses my cheek gently, pulling me towards himself even more.

Our bodies collide and I'm taken by surprise. I rest my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, and I run my fingers along his hard, muscular skin. When I feel him shiver, I smile to myself.

When he takes me by surprise like this, I forget all about being shy.

'What if I agree, Zaid? What if I tell you that I want you as much as you want me?' I whisper, staring into his dark, sparkling eyes.

His eyes widen for a second, and I see him swallow, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "Then, I'd be more than happy."

I take my hand up to his face, caressing his cheek, loving the feel of his stubble tickling my fingers. 'Really?' I ask, in a whisper.

He nods.

'And what would you do, if I told you that I want you, badly?' I ask, my eyes not leaving his.

Where is this confidence coming from? I have no idea.

He holds me by my waist, pulling me against his hard body. "Then, I would do whatever you wanted."

'Tell me, Zay. What would you do?' I whisper, kissing his chin softly.

He shivers again.

"I would kiss you, hard."

I flush, biting my lip.

'That's it?' I ask.

He shakes his head. "Then I would carry you to bed. But you can't wear this."

I nod, swallowing. I rest my hands on his arm, feeling his hard muscles.

"And you'd wear this?" I ask him, pointing to his towel.

His eyes darken even more. They're nearly black.

He shakes his head, opening his mouth to speak. I silence him by placing a gentle, feather-light kiss on his chest.

I hear a deep groan from within him as he closes his eyes, holding me tight.

I giggle, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips and running out of his arms.

"Get changed! I'm going to help Aunty!" I hear Zaid call my name as I run out of our room and down the corridor. When I reach the end, I rest against the wall, breathing hard. I take a moment to compose myself before I head downstairs.

********

'Zara, your cheeks are darker than your dress right now. What's up? And where's bhai?' Hafsa asks me, as I walk into the kitchen. Aunty has prepared breakfast, and is pouring some orange juice into a large jug.

I blush, shaking my head. "Nothing, he was just getting changed. He'll be here in a few minutes."

Aunty comes over to me, smiling. 'Good morning, Zara. You look very beautiful.'

I grin. "Thanks, Aunty. So do you!"

'How did you sleep?' She asks me, handing me a glass of orange juice. She knows how much I love it.

I take a small sip. "Great, thanks. What about you?" I ask her.

'I fell asleep as soon as we reached home, dear. And I woke up not too long ago! Where's that son of mine?'

I chuckle, my cheeks heating up as I remember the way I ran from him. "He was getting ready, Aunty. He should be downstairs soon."

'How are your cramps, babe?' My best friend asks me, winking. Aunty chuckles, shaking her head at her daughter.

I glare at her.

But Aunty asks me, too. "How's your pain, dear? I hope it's better?"

I nod, blushing. 'Yeah, I'm nearly finished. The pain's gone.'

Hafsa bursts out laughing, clutching the kitchen counter. She has tears in her eyes from laughing so much. I ignore her.

"Z-Zara! You've nearly finished? You have no idea how happy that makes me! When am I getting a niece or a nephew?!" She asks, loudly. My cheeks are bright scarlet. I slap her playfully on her arm, ignoring her.

Just then, my dear husband walks into the kitchen. And he's definitely heard Hafsa.

'Morning, Mum. Morning, Hafsa.' He greets his mother and sister, giving them a kiss on the forehead. So sweet.

'Morning, Zara,' he says, smirking.

I'm definitely gonna get punished for that little stunt I played earlier.

I burst out laughing, staring at my husband. He shakes his head with amusement.

"Oh, good morning Zaid!" I answer him, patting him gently on the chest.

His eyes are gleaming with mischief, as he takes my glass of orange juice from my hand and drinks it all in one go.

"Zaid! Aunty, he drank my orange juice! My orange juice! Can you believe that?!" I glare at him, while Aunty and Hafsa laugh at us.

'Zaid, you should have asked for some juice if you wanted it,' Aunty says to him, her eyes brightening.

He shakes his head. "No, Mum. It tastes better from Zara's glass."

I'm gonna pull his hair out soon. He loves teasing me in front of everyone. I'll show him.

My cheeks are bright pink as I walk over to the sink and pretend to look busy with washing my hands. This guy is driving me crazy, a good type of crazy. I'm crazy in love with him.

********

Zaid continues to tease me over breakfast, and I'm blushing crazily the entire time. Our family is all smiling at us happily.

Much to Zaid's dismay, I spend most of the day with Hafsa and Aunty. I have lots of fun talking with them, and we watch a short movie together.

My parents and Maryam come to collect me and Zaid that evening, at 5pm. They stay for a couple of hours, talking and enjoying with Aunty and Uncle. An hour later, I go upstairs to my room to get ready. Surprisingly and thankfully, my period has finished, so I take a purity bath before changing into the most beautiful outfit. Aunty bought this dress for me, especially for when I go to my parents' home the first time after marriage.

It's a deep red anarkali dress with gold and silver intricate embroidery. The dress reaches a couple of inches above the ground, and it's paired with red leggings. I take some time to do my makeup. I'm newly married, so I apply a small amount of makeup. The rest of my makeup is natural, but I apply my favourite matching red MAC lipstick. Red lipstick suits me more than any other colour, and I know that Zaid loves it too.

After finishing my makeup, I straighten my hair, loving how it looks when it falls down my back. I love how thick and long my hair is, even though it gets annoying at times, especially when it's all tangled up. It feels so soft, and it smells like strawberries.

I wear my favourite gold and red earrings which perfectly match the dress, and also a red and gold ring which Mum gifted to me on my wedding day.

I walk out of the bathroom and into my room, and go to my closet. I select a beautiful pair of gold sandals, which I slip on. Grabbing a small overnight bag, I pack my essentials and my lovely outfit for tomorrow. I also pack a thin, silk red coloured nightgown, which is more revealing than the ones I wore the past two nights. I smirk, thinking of Zaid's reaction when he sees me wearing this. I match it with a full-length dressing robe, which I also throw into the bag.

I pack Zaid's clothes for tomorrow and a spare t-shirt and jogging bottoms which he'll wear tonight.

When I'm done, I walk out of the closet. Zaid is sitting at the edge of our bed, fastening his watch. He looks very handsome. I grin, seeing that we're matching. His shirt is a shade in between red and maroon.

Hearing my footsteps, he turns to glance at me and I see his eyes darken. 'You look beautiful, Zara.'

I grin at him, pulling him up by his hand. "You don't look too bad yourself. Are you ready?"

He nods, his eyes gleaming with mischief. 'Don't think that you won't be punished for all the stunts you've played today.'

I giggle, setting his hair gently. "But what did I even do?"

'You've been running away from me all day, teasing me to no ends. When we reach Aunty and Uncle's home, I'll show you.' His voice is low and teasing.

"Okay, okay. Now..." I place my cheek in front of his face, smiling.

He chuckles and kisses my cheek, holding me by my waist.

'You're wearing this red dress and red lipstick to torture me, aren't you?' He asks huskily.

Oh, he knows me so well.

I feign innocence as I shake my head, my face showing confusion. "Whatever do you mean by that?"

"I'll show you later, what I mean. But now, as you're looking so stunning, so ravishing, I think I deserve a kiss."

I blush, looking down towards the ground.

'I'm wearing red lipstick. Your face will get dirty.'

He laughs, shaking his head. "Oh, I don't mind at all. Come on, wifey. I want a kiss."

My face is bright red, matching my dress, as I stand on my tiptoes and gently kiss his cheek.

'That's not what I meant,' he breathes.

I blush harder, biting my lip. Then I oblige, giving him a soft but promising kiss.

He kisses me back passionately, his grip on my waist tightening.

I smile into the kiss, tugging the hair at the back of his head softly.

When I hear him groan, I break the kiss, resting my forehead against his.

I smile, seeing my lipstick on his lips. I gently wipe away the lipstick, before giving him another feather-light kiss.

"I love you," he whispers, smiling at me.

I feel giddy, crazy-happy when he says the words. I smile up at him, staring into his deep, sparkling eyes.

I love you too, Zaid. I will tell him tonight. I'll tell him that I love him, more than anything. I'll tell him how I feel.

********

We have loads of fun at Mum's house. All the girls are there, waiting for me. My cousins, Maryam, Ayesha, Layla. I spend the evening with them, and they tease me the entire time. Zaid spends the evening with my guy cousins and Dad. They watch a football game, as I spend the evening with the girls in my old room.

"You're glowing with happiness," Ayesha says to me, smiling. We've just finished having dinner, and I'm again sitting in my old room with the girls.

I blush, looking down at my hands. 'I'm happy, babe. So happy.'

They all 'aww' at this, telling me that me and Zaid are the cutest couple.

"You and Zaid are perfect for each other. The whole world can see that," Layla says, softly.

I smile at her. 'Thank you, sweetie. He makes me so happy.'

"I can't believe how quickly your marriage has happened! I mean, just a couple of months ago, we has started planning for it, and now look at you! You're married, and I'm so happy for you, sis. You and Zaid bhai are perfect. I can see in his eyes, that he loves you more than anything," my sister tells me.

I smile. 'He does, and so do I.'

"Stop being so damn cute! Gosh, you're making me emotional!" She replies, making everyone laugh.

A few minutes later, Mum comes in and joins us. We all watch funny videos together, just like we used to.

I have lots of fun with my family and friends. I'd missed them, in these last two days. I'd missed them like crazy. I'm still going to spend lots of time with them, though. Just because I'm married, nothing will change. I'm still the same Zara, and I always will be.

I spend some time with Fatima, too. She's such a little cutie, and I love her to bits! She asks me in her baby tone, about my marriage, about how I looked like a princess, and her uncle Zaid looked like a handsome prince. She kisses me loads on my cheeks, and I kiss her back even more on her chubby face. I love her so much.

I help Mum make tea and coffee that night, at half 9. I give her company in the kitchen.

"Zara, you look so happy sweetie. It makes me and your father so happy. Zaid looks happier than he ever has, too!" Mum says, kissing me on the forehead.

I smile, blushing slightly. 'I'm really happy, Mum. Zaid's....amazing. He makes me so happy.'

Mum grins at me. "That's great, Zara. Yes, I can see how much he loves you. And so do you."

I nod. 'He does, Mum, and yes. I do, too.'

"You two make the most perfect couple! And the most beautiful couple, too! I'm so happy and proud that you're my daughter. I love you, Zara."

My eyes fill up with tears, and I hug Mum. 'I love you more, Mum. I'm so glad that I have the best mother in the world.'

She grins at me, breaking the hug. "And I promise to be the best grandmother, too." Her voice is teasing.

I blush, laughing. 'I know you will be. You'll be amazing.'

********

We all head to our rooms at 11pm. When I reach my bedroom, Zaid is already there. He's sitting on my sofa, doing something on his phone. He grins when he sees me walk in.

I lock the door, going to grab my bag.

'Get changed, Zaid. You can change in here, I'll go to the bathroom.'

He nods, smiling at me. I take his clothes out of the bag and hand them to him. With the bag in my hand, I go into my en-suite bathroom and close the door, leaning against it. My breathing is hard, and I'm nervous.

I take a quick shower and change into the nightgown I had selected for tonight. It's very revealing, and it's made out of silk and lace. The material is thin, and it reaches mid-thigh. I slip on my matching cover-up, but it also doesn't cover much. The lingerie I'm wearing tonight is red and lace.

My legs are shaking with nervousness. What will Zaid think when he sees me like this?

I apply some deodorant and perfume after brushing my teeth. My heart is pounding in my chest.

I apply some light makeup and red lipstick, matching what I'm wearing. I brush through my thick hair which is still pretty straight, and I leave it loose. It reaches my waist.

When I'm ready, I glance into the mirror and bite my lip. I look good, I have to admit that, but what will Zaid think?

I stand in front of the mirror for another five minutes, nervously.

I've been here, inside the bathroom, for nearly an hour. I should go out now. What if Zaid's fallen asleep? That would be crazy, but I'd laugh so much.

Walking to the bathroom door, I open it with shaking hands.

I wipe away the sweat from my hands, onto my cover-up, as I walk through the door into the bedroom.

He's awake. He's sitting in bed, looking at his phone.

When he looks up at me, my eyes widen nervously. He looks shocked, but his eyes have darkened with an unreadable emotion. He gets out of bed and walks towards me, his gaze travelling over my entire body.

What must he be thinking?! Is this too fast? He's probably thinking that I've gone crazy.

Oh, god.

I feel my legs turn to jelly when he looks over me, and his eyes darken even more. He continues to walk closer to me. I walk backwards, but a few seconds later I feel my back touch the wall. It feels cold on the back of my legs.

'Zara, what are you doing?' Zaid asks me, stopping just inches away from me. His eyes are unreadable, and his voice is thick.

Oh, he doesn't like it.

"Nothing, I just threw this in to wear, without looking. You don't like it, I'm sorry. I'll get changed." I turn to walk away, feeling defeated. How stupid am I?

He grabs my wrist and pulls me towards him, our bodies colliding. 'You look damn sexy, Zara. You look so damn hot. But what's this all about? Tell me.'

He gazes over my body again, and holds me by my waist. I blush, my cheeks heating up.

I shake my head. "N-nothing."

'You're on your period, Zara,' he says, softly.

I shake my head again. 'I-I'm not. I've finished, and I've had a bath.' My face is burning.

His eyes widen for a split second, and he holds me dangerously close to his body. "Oh, really?"

I nod, blushing crazily.

"I told you, Zara, I won't do anything if you're not comfortable with it."

'Why would I wear this if I wasn't comfortable, Zaid?' I whisper, staring into his eyes.

He looks shocked. "Zara, tell me, what do you want?" He rests his head on my shoulder, kissing it gently. I shiver.

'Zaid, I-' I don't know what to say. How am I supposed to say this to him?

"Are you teasing me again?" He asks me, glancing into my eyes, unsure.

I shake my head. 'No!'

I rest my head against his chest, breathing hard. How am I meant to explain this to him?

"Zara, I don't want to hurt you. I want you so badly, you know I'm crazy for you. But I don't want to hurt you. You've just finished-" I hug him, tight.

He hugs me back right away, kissing my forehead. "Zara, you're so beautiful."

My eyes fill up with emotion. I don't say anything. I just continue to hug him, loving the feeling of being in his arms.

'Zaid, you're so crazy. You're annoying, too.'

He chuckles, his body vibrating with mine. "You're annoying too, sometimes. But I love you."

A tear slips out of my eye, but I quickly wipe it away. 'You're an idiot. You've been super annoying ever since..the interview. You have a huge ego, you're so...annoying!'

He laughs, hugging me closer. "Thank you, darling."

I hug him closer than ever, fisting his shirt into my hand. 'And there you go, with your annoying mouth. I never thought I'd marry someone as crazy as you, as infuriating as you! But if I didn't marry you, I wouldn't let anyone else, either. If you even said one word about marrying anyone else, I would...kill that girl! I would make her life hell.'

Zaid breaks the hug, staring into my eyes. I see so much happiness in his eyes, it's crazy. He holds my face in his hands as if it's so fragile, like it's made out of glass.

'Why are you looking at me like that?! You're crazy. Stop looking at me like that! Stop doing that...weird thing with your eyes! You're so conceited, arrogant, annoying, irritating, why are you always angry with everyone except me? Zaid! Stop looking at me like that! And why are you smiling now? I hate your smile, and your smirk! As I was saying, if you married anyone else, I would pull your hair out one by one. I would slap the hell out of the girl, I would ruin her life. No one messes with Zara Ahmed, you know that! You're only mine. Do you hear that? You're mine, Zaid. Forever! You can't even look at any other girl like this. And you can't smirk at anyone else. When I used to work at the office, you used to infuriate me! I wanted to go away from you, but I wanted to pull you close. Oh god, why are my eyes watering up now? I've just finished my damn period! I'm not even on my period to be so emotional, so why?'

Zaid opens his mouth to say something, but I frown at him. He closes his mouth and smiles at me, waiting for me to speak further. His hands are on my waist, and his touch is making me crazy.

'Why am I so affected by your touch? It's crazy! Don't look at me like that. Ever since you gave me the job, and we shook hands, it felt like...electricity. Travelling through my arm and my entire body! And that coffee incident, that was so damn hilarious, Zaid! But I burned your skin. I'm so sorry!' My eyes tear up again. I must be about to start my period again or something.

'Zaid, why are you still staring at me like that? I'm not complimenting you or anything! Stop it! Look away. If you didn't marry me, who would you marry? Tell me. Who? No one, because I wouldn't let you. If you even thought of marrying someone else, I would kill the girl. And then you, too. And then I'd have to kill myself, because if you weren't here, I'd die. Gosh, why did I just say that? I can't even imagine my life without you. I would die if you married someone else. I would go crazy. If you ever even think of leaving me, Zaid, no one will be worse than me. Do you hear me? You mean the entire world to me! My life without you is nothing now.' Tears are now coming out of my eyes and travelling down my cheeks. Zaid wipes them away, a small smile on his face. His eyes are also filled with emotion and..tears?

I hold his shoulders and stare into his eyes. 'Don't ever leave me, okay? I'm not joking, I really will die. I love you so much, Zaid, that it hurts.' I start crying even more, and he quickly wipes away all the tears.

When a tear spills out of his eye, I'm shocked. I quickly wipe it away, caressing his face gently. Zaid is crying?

'Zaid? Are you crying?' I whisper, my mouth falling open in shock.

He shakes his head, wiping his eyes. "Zara, what did you just say? Please say it again." His voice is filled with various emotions, and it makes my heart ache.

When I remember what I just said to him, I blush crazily. 'Out of all that, you heard only that?'

He chuckles. "No, but I can't believe it. I think I'm hearing things. Please say that again, Zara."

I blush, biting my lip. I look into his eyes and kiss him on the cheek. 'I love you, Zaid. I love you so much.'

He's shocked. He sighs and holds me closer, resting his forehead against mine. "Say it again, darling. Please. I've waited an eternity to hear you say these words. Do you really...love me?"

I smile, my heart swelling. I nod. 'I love you, Zaid. So much that it hurts. I've always loved only you.'

He hugs me, as close as he possibly can. I hug him back, smiling. "I love you, Zara. You're my life, my entire world. You're my everything. If I didn't marry you, I wouldn't have ever gotten married. I would continue to love you forever, even if you were with someone else. If you were happy with another man, I would bottle up my feelings and not tell anyone. I'd watch you live your life happily, but I would never stop loving you."

I hug him tighter, kissing his chest gently, where I'm resting my head.

A few seconds later, he speaks again. "Actually, I wouldn't do that. I wouldn't be able to see you with anyone else, even if they were a much better human being than me. I would ruin that man's life, I'd make his life hell. You know I can, Zara. I'd make his life a complete hell, and I would marry only you. There's no one else for me. There never was, and there never will be. I've never loved anyone like this before. I love you, darling. I won't ever leave you. I promise."

I break the hug and look into his eyes, caressing his cheek gently. He leans into my touch, smiling. 'I love you,' I whisper.

I love Zaid, so much. It's the biggest truth of my life.

"I love you too, beautiful. So much." He kisses me gently, pouring all his love and emotions into the kiss. The kiss is so gentle, that I feel myself starting to get emotional again. I kiss him back with all the love I have for him, holding him close. I love this man so much, it's crazy.

When we break the kiss, I rest my forehead against his, and I smile at him shyly.

"Zara, you know how much I want you, you know how I feel about you, but I don't want to hurt you. I want the moment to be perfect for you, and I promise you, I'll make it so beautiful and romantic. Just as you like. And I want to make love to you in our bed at home," he says, smiling.

I blush, hard. 'It will be perfect, Zaid, because it will be with you.'

He smiles, kissing my forehead. "Shall we get some sleep now then?"

I frown at him, shaking my head. 'I don't want to sleep.'

"Then what do you want to do, baby?" He asks, his voice teasing. He kisses the side of my neck, and I lean into his body, groaning.

'You said that you won't do...that tonight. But that doesn't mean that we can't do anything else...' I say, my mood naughty.

He smirks at me, his hands travelling down my back. "We can do whatever else you want."

I giggle, my right hand travelling to the back of his head. I play with his hair, tangling my fingers in it. Then I grab his head and kiss him, hard. I kiss him as if my life depends on it. He kisses me back with the same urgency, pouring all his love into the kiss. We kiss for several minutes, and my hands travel all over his chest and back. With one hand, he unties my cover-up and takes it off, throwing it to the floor. When he breaks the kiss to gaze over my body, my cheeks turn bright pink. I slap his arm playfully and run to the bed, getting under the covers. I pull the duvet over my face, feeling hot all over.

He joins me soon after, and he takes the duvet off my face.

"You're beautiful," he whispers, before his lips find my shoulder.

Tonight is going to be a difficult, long night. Damn him, for wanting to make it the perfect time for me. This would have been perfect.

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