Firstly I'm so so sooo sorry for the late update! I had lately been really busy with my cousin's wedding and all but damn! This one's huge!
6050 words! Imma die soon!
Go ahead!

I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings.
Darling, you're the one I want, and
I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this

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Chapter dedicated to: jessicasjk @awsomecupcake2004 both of your comments had made my day love! Thank you soooo soooo much! It really means the world to me! Love youuuu!

<<raqeeba's p.o.v>>

If you would've told me 5 months ago that I will get married after two months I would've definitely send you to a mental asylum.

If you would've told me 4 months ago that I'll be marrying my so called school time crush and the 'heartthrob' of millions of other girls I would've probably thought you were high on delusion.

If you would've told me 3 months ago that I would actually be living the life of a 'married' bachelor just after three hours of marriage I would've totally taken you as a jealous hater.

If you would've told me 2 months ago that I was never really the reason behind the breaking of a 'iconic' duo I would've made sure to drown you in my self pity mode too.

If you would've told me a months ago that there would ever be a time where I, the unwanted wife, would actually have the audacity to get myself into a fight with my husband's sadistic, psychotic ex I would've given you the sarcastic slow claps.

And even if you would've told me precisely 1 week ago that there would be a time where I'll actually for real, come in good terms with my husband ever in this eternity, with me leaning towards the door wearing his huge ass shirt having a nice good bite of my apple and watch him cook dinner for me? I would've laughed on your face. Hard.

That's right.

Slowly chewing onto my fruit I couldn't help but trail my eyes all the way from that perfectly looking hair to that sculptured back to those bulging arms as the whisked the eggs with his back facing towards me.

Okay. He's hot.

And I don't have to tell you that. I know you know.

I saw him keep the eggs aside as he bent down taking something out from the microwave and slowly keep it aside, get the boiled spaghetti out of a bowl and finally dump it in the sauce he prepared and gave it a mix before swiftly turning around making his eyes finally meet mine.

Biting on to my bottom lip I tried my hardest to not look down at that sculptured torso which was covered in nothing but an apron while his track pants hung loosely around his waist.

K.I.L.L M.E.

"Look who's finally awake." He said making heat rush through my neck to my cheeks as I straightened up. Let's just say it was my turn to cook today but I slept it off. His eyes shone at first but then narrowed as he lingered his gaze upon me from head to toe trying his hardest to not look comically at my appearance before he slowly licked his bottom lip, and bit the corner of his lips trying to stop himself from laughing as I glared at him.

"Don't." I warned.

I know my dressing sense at home is hideous but he doesn't need to make it so damn obvious by giving me that look. Who cares what I wear. I mean I'm at home for calling out loud! And I'm no model!

As if that's all what he needed, a barking laughter left his mouth as he threw his head back laughing like a little kid. Making me huff as I rested my hands on my hips and glared at him. My grip on the apple
in my right hand tightening.

Bitch.

Okay fine! I admit I wasn't in the best of dressings but still! I was wearing a huge loose black full sleeved tee along with an extremely overs sized bottle green dungaree and because his shirt smelled Soo damn amazing I just wore it on top of it and well... Let's not forget the hideous looking double raccoon pom pom beanie.

Fine you guys also laugh now. Ugh!

His laughter died a little when he realized I wasn't really in the best of moods before he shook his head wiping the corner of his eyes.

Ya do that.

"I wish you die while laughing." I couldn't stop the words nor the bitchy sweet smile that rested upon my face making him choke a little as he immediately pressed his lips together and again laughed a supressed laughter, this time with his mouth closed.

"Nuraan!" I couldn't help but stomp my foot in irritation. I hate people making fun of my get up.

Then darling maybe you should stop getting dressed up like it's the last day of you having clothes.

I was happier when he wasn't here. At least I could eat, sleep and dress how I wanted!

You still do that.

Whadeverrrr.

He just shook his head at me before taking two black plates out and started to take out the food.

"You know, Wife. I've had ample amount of flings during my high school years and of course I've had relationships. Long and short."

Where on Earth is this going now?

"I'm not gonna say you're the first woman to wear my shirt. Because well, I've had my fair share of fun but..."

I couldn't help but raise my right brow at his words.

"I swear to God no one has ever managed to look funny in it. What girl wears it with clothes inside?" He completed. I simply rolled my eyes as I aimed the seed perfectly at the dustbin brushing my hands together and shrugged.

"That's because you probably have to get laid with a women to get her to be seen in your shirt, only. But in this case we didn't sleep together, genius. Remember? "

Well we haven't even touched each other after that day... Or should I say he...

Not that I want him to! Jeez!

His brows shot up before he bit the corner of his lips and I froze the moment he started taking slow steps towards me. Bouncing a little on my place I started walking towards the slab trying my best to ignore the fact that he was following me. Resting my hands on the counter I inhaled a sharp breath the moment I felt a presence behind me. Pretty close if I may mention.

Turning around. I looked up through my lashes trying my hardest to focus on his face rather than that sculptured torso behind that apron.

God. I never knew I was a pervert!

My breath became a little heavy at the sight oh him biting his lower lip before he started moving closer, gently resting his hands on the slab on either side of me trapping me between him and that marble behind me.

"That could change, you know." His voice came out as a rough whisper. An extremely sexy one at that, making my mouth dry.

"We haven't had our proper wedding night yet, remember?"

Have you ever been in a situation where you just feel like fakeing a fake bomb ass fainting scenario, just so you can get out of it? I had thought of it a lot of time. Mostly when I had to tell my parents that I flung in a subject, but never in my life did I think of that idea popping in my head at such a moment.

Let's just say ever since that day we've kinda opened up to each other. Well since it's the longest we have been together. A proper full blown one week. I know he's trying to move on. I know he's taking slow steps. And I know it's not enough yet but hey! Something is better than nothing, right?? We're both working on it. By both I mean me forcing him to have movie nights together, me gracing his gym hours with my beautiful face early in the morning because he leaves for office too soon, me ordering him to cook dinner for the both of us. Practically. All the fuckin time. And me making sure to give him a peck on his cheeks everytime he's out for work. While he on the other hand works on us by being him and always disregarding my movie night offers, ignoring me in the gym or better yet laughing at my face because either I'm half asleep or I can't lift weights up or by him giving me his dead look every morning after the kiss.

I mean what even...

The only thing he accepted is to cook for us. Which was initially supposed to be alternative days but whatever!

Well... I'm trying!

Oh! And let's not forget his once in a blue moon flirting everytime he's in a good 'mood' which to my dismay he is in today.
Don't get me wrong but him being ckeeky sets my cheeks on fire and I hate not being in control.

Oh my God, Raqeeba! Stop blushing!

"Fuck me ." I cursed under my breath as I slowly rested my hands on his torso in an attempt to push him away but of course he didn't move an inch. Instead he just leaned further more making my back press harder against the slab behind with his hands firmly placed on either sides of me resting on the counter.

"Gladly."

My gaze shot up to him and I could see the way he bit the corner of his lips trying to stop himself for grinning.

Fun Fact : Nuraan Khan LOVES irritating the hell outta me! And I hate it!

"Bitch." I muttered glaring at him to which he chuckled before shaking his head.

"Anyway. Help me take my apron off."

Seriously now? What is he? A two year old? And who the heck does he think I am? His nanny?

"Help yourself, honey." I said patting his cheek as I gave him my 'fakest' sweet smile before turning to my left ready to leave when his hands quickly sneaked around my waist before he swiftly lifted me up placing me on the counter making me shriek and before I could protest he came closer standing in between me legs and casually resting his arms on either sides of my waist.

"What the hell Nuraan!?" I exclaimed hitting his shoulder.

"What?" He asked with a straight face making me roll my eyes.

"What what? Why'd you that?"

Shrugging at my words he just said. "Because I asked you for help like a civilized person but you being you won't help until I cross my bars."

Succha drama queen! Jeez

"Why should I? It's just a bloody knot you gotta open there."

As if mocking my words. He gave me the
'Exactly!' look making me sigh.

"Fine. Turn around." I could see the way the corner of his mouth turned upwards before he simply shook his head.

"Nah" What the fuck? Not wanting to waste anymore time on him I just said.

"Okay the let me get down" This time his grip on my waist tightened, holding me still.

Ohkayy boy I'm getting irritated now!

"Do it like this." He said raising his hands making my brows shot up as I realized that he basically wanted me to wrap my arms around him and untie the knot at his back.

"No." I refused making him click his tongue.

"It's just a knot." He said as a matter of fact and this time I just let out an irritated sigh and was about to wrap my arms around him when he held my wrists from both his hands making me clench my jaw and glare at him.

"What now?" I spat. He just looked at me quietly before saying.

"Open the shirt."

Wait what?

"Of course not!" He rolled his eyes at my high pitch.

"Either you do it yourself or I do it for you Wife." What is wrong with him!

"Why would you even do that!?"

"Because I do not want you to wear it while you have something underneath."

My jaw dropped at his words

"You're such a big time Doofus. What the fuck? That's bizarre, stupid, foolish and very very dum---"

"Oh shut with the synonyms." He said interrupting me making me clench my jaw.

"Whatta dumbass."

Ignoring my words he started unbuttoning the white shirt making me slap his hands away.

"Nooo!"

"Yes."

"Bu--"

"Shut up."

Let's be honest here. As much as I wanted to hit him in his face I didn't. Because well... In the end it's his shirt that I'm wearing! And I am not at all comfortable with using someone else's thing with them clearly having an issue with it.

Bitch. Succha small heart.

"Fine!" I said taking the shirt off and keeping it aside. The corner of his mouth tugged into a small smirk before he licked his bottom lip and grabbed me in my sitting position with his hands behind my knees pulling me closer as he simply wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzling his head at the crook of my neck making me freez and my eyes pop out of my sockets.

I could feel the way his nose traced my neck line before he inhaled deeply. All this while with my hands staying static on either sides of me as I gulped.

"Breath, Wife." His words were soft yet firm coming out like a whisper making me release the breath I was holding. I could feel his hot breath behind my ear making bite my bottom lip as I closed my eyes.

"You smell so good." I knew by this time I must be having a deep dark red hue all settled upon my face be it my cheeks, my neck, my ears... You name it. I didn't know what to do or what to say as I could feel my toes slightly curl at his sudden closeness. Is this why he wanted me to take his shirt off? Because then technically I'll kinda smell like him? I didn't even realize how long we were like that until he said.

"As much as I'm enjoying this, I don't have the whole day, y'know."

My eyes shot open at his words before I quickly wrapped my arms around him untying the knot at his back before I tried to pull away only to have him hold me back.

"You're so clingy, Wife." He said while tightening his hold upon me and digging his face closer to my neck, making me let out a chuckle.

"Sure." I replied rolling my eyes.

More like the other way round.

Pressing my hand against his biseps I gently tried to push him back only for him to whine.

I have never seen him like this!
Where is my husband!?

"C'mon I'm hungryy." I said as I tried to stop that stupid smile that kept breaking free.

"Didn't you just eat an apple?" He sighed making me roll my eyes.

"Trust me the last thing I want from you is for you to tell me that I eat a lot."

I said making him chuckle as he finally pulled back while I legit jumped down from the counter to what seemed like five feet. Lol. Kidding.

I wonder what could I have done wrong in my past life for God to make me like a minion?

Why God? Why!?

My eyes glowed as I looked at the two very well garnished plates filled with meatballs and spaghetti, immediately making my tummy dance.

Hmm. Impressive.

Grabbing both the plates in hand I did a happy dance towards the dining, placing the plates in front of both of our seats, and that's when I realized that one of them had olives.

I do not like olives.

Could it be he didn't like it too? Maybe that's why he didn't put it in one of the two. Biting my bottom lip I settled with the one with olives and was about to dig inn only to have my dear husband take my plate away.

From right under my nose.

The Nerve.

I frowned with my mouth still pretty much wide open as I gave him the shocked expression to which he didn't even bother giving me a glance as he quite ignorantly busied himself in pouring water in the glasses.

Did he?

Did he just take my food away while I was about to have it!?

This Doofus of a ducking dipshit I tell you!

As if sensing my heated glare upon him, his eyes flickerd to mine as he gave me a soft smile until it turned into a frown.

A clueless frown.

Oh so we're acting dumb now?

Looking behind him confused, he again looked at me, this time pointing his master finger towards himself. I didn't say anything as I tightened my grip upon my fork and continued glaring. His eyes landed on my hand before he slightly gulped looking around frantically when his gaze finally landed on the two plates which were both rested in front of him while I had none.

Because he took it away!

"Fuck, sorry." Was all he said before he quickly placed the plate without olive in front of me. Narrowing my eyes, I gave him a keen look with a single nod and was about to go back to my plate when one of his hands pinched my right cheek making me hiss and slap it away.

"Ahhh" I slightly cried rubbing my cheek and glaring at him to which he chuckled.

"I hate it when people do that!"

"Why? You've got chubby cheeks." I couldn't help but make a face at what he said.

"Exactly. Those puffkin bitches didn't go only." I bit back devouring the oh-so-foodgasimic dish.

He gave me an amused look before asking. "Puffkin bitches?"

I nodded with my mouth still full as I pointed at my not-in-a-good-level-and-too-much-of-a-chubby-cheeks.

"I mean jeez they're always puffed up like I'm always carrying a bunch marshmallows inside my mouth."

He didn't say anything and kept giving me the ammuzed look with that 'continue' look on his face.

Which I of course did.

I swear to God having chubby cheeks and extremely evident appels are no flex. At least not if you're having them all the way since childhood! Everytime people see you the just wanna squeeze that squishy freakin buns on your face! Ugh!

"And you know what? The two biggest disadvantages of having a chubby baby face is that, first, you can never look hot, cute maybe but never hot and second, no matter how much you lose weight, your face will always manage to make you look like a little baby gorilla who just woke up after years of sleep."

Shaking my head with disappointment I continued eating my food when I realized that he wasn't really doing the same. Looking up from my plate, my eyes met his only to find him looking back at me sheer astonishment all caked up in his face.

"What?"

He didn't say anything making me frown, but before I could say something, his lips broke into a wide grin until a full blown laughter escaped his mouth making me jump.

What's so funny now?

Throwing his head back, I couldn't help but notice how he laughed like a little kid as he shook his head and wiped the corner of his eyes.

"What are you, woman?" I didn't know what he meant so I simply ignored his comment and continued eating.

If he's gonna make fun of my serious puffkin issues then I'm not entertaining him.

"No I mean seriously, you're different."

This time I looked at him gulping. "Why so?" He just shrugged.

"I don't know. I've never had someone speak so deligently about some extremely serious and sever 'puffkin' issues I guess. Ever."

I scoffed. "That's because you've always been with supermodel chicas. What do you expect? Godd I remember having lunch with that cheerleader you dated in High School, Amber Hyles. I would be underrating my statements if I say it was a fuckin terrifying nightmare. She legit didn't let me eat anything apart from that stupid salad even after knowing that I was atleast three years younger, and kept on nagging about the fact that how big of an elephant I'd be if I kept on eating at 'my pace'! Can you believe it!? What the fuck? But again who am I complaining... I mean of course you are into those women who probably have sticks for breakfast, beans for lunch and air for dinner, considering your flings, hook ups and dates up until now. I mean... Julia Justice, Natalie Carter, Olivia Agustin- God I hated that biscuit, Amber Hyles, Bianca, Aishwarya blah blah blah oh! And let's forget my favorite and your last dramatic deadass dollled up ducklin, Anusha. Come to think of it your choice hasn't changed a tad bit from high school till now to a point that I sometimes pity myself. I mean I of course I don't have a chance even now, when I'm your so called wife nor did I have a chance when you were my pathetic highschool cru---"

I quickly shut my mouth up the moment I realized I was definitely vomiting out too much crap already.

Oh no...

He had multiple expressions all plastered upon his face, astonishment, shock and amusement until he narrowed them down to simply leaning closer to the table. His gaze burning holes on my side face.

"We went to the same school?"

His voice held so much shock. Well of course he didn't notice that. Whatever.
Quickly looking down back on my plate I simply nodded while he continued asking.

"How come I didn't know about you?"

Because you were always busy whoring around...

"Prolly because I was a junior?" I said to while he just frowned.

"Still... I knew quite a few juniors."

"Well... I was three years younger so..." I shrugged before grabbing a fork full of spaghetti and gobbling inn. There was silence for a few minutes and I was about to relax when he finally dropped the bomb.

"Didn't know a three year younger had a crush on me too."

I choked on the food inside my mouth the moment those words escaped his lips. Oh Jesus. Chucking down a glass full of water I tried my best to avoid his burning gaze as I finally relaxed and my eyes met his blue ones and of course he had a stupid satisfied smirk all stuck up in his face.

"I'm sorry what?" Ooohhkayyy I sounded like a legit Chihuahua!

He just licked his bottom lip before leaning closer towards the table.

"Had I known about your crush back then, we could've had a little history, don't you think?" His voice was smooth and so we're his way with words along with that cocky wink he used at the end.

Looking away from him I bit my bottom lip before shrugging.

"What crush?"

He chuckled this time pulling his chair closer and leaning closer towards the side of my face.

"Your little crush on me, Wife."

It's not a big deal to admit that yes. Yes I did crush on him but it's the fact that I really really don't wanna hype his bomb deadass big overly prideful ego.

Nope.

None.

Not.

Nada.

Turn the tables! Turn the tables! Turn the tables!

Why do you work so fast when it comes to good stuffs! I'm enjoying this!

Well... Unlike you. I was made to actually support this kid here and not to always be with the other party.

What other party? I'm no traitor!

Seriously now? Says the one who keeps falling every now and then?

Don't say that!

Oh I sure as hell will, hearty hearty.
You are the traitor here.

Take. That. Back!

Oooohhh I'm scareddd.

You're getting wayyy outta your league now brainy!

Whatchu gonna do about it?

You wouldn't want to see me try...

Trust me. I'd love to.

You---

Shut up you guys be serious!

Goodness gracious girl! I told you to turn the tables already!

No---

Turn the tables that's right... Taking a deep breath I looked back at him, but this time covering them with all the utmost confidence.

Your little crush on me, Wife.

Huh as if I'm gonna let you have this one, husband.

"Cush on you?" I asked to which he nodded with that arrogant smirk.

Well...Smiling at him I leaned closer resting my elbow on the table and placing my head on my palm as I cocked my head to the left.

"You mean the guy with electric red and blue highlights along with eyebrow piercings?" I said trying my best to stop laughing at the way his smirk dropped.

Let's just say his red-blue highlighted look was hideous. Full proof hideous, horrifying and something utterly regrettable. Although what I'm more guilty about it that even a horrifying look like that couldn't stop me from crushing on him.

Hey now! My excuse is that I was young and dumb.

"Nah." I said shrugging before having the last bite and getting up.

"By the way the food was truly delicious."

I said while placing the plates on the sink, I couldn't help but smirk at the silence that greeted me back.

Ah the satisfaction...

Turning around I couldn't help but laugh at the little glimpse of my dear dear husband who was now in complete hibernating shock mode with deep red hue adorning his face. Awww.

Beat that, bitch.

"You're bad."

He said after what seemed like ages making me boom out the laughter I had been waiting to do so badly.

"Oh am I?" Rolling his eyes at me he just picked up his placing it on the sink and my lazy ass decided to do some work for a change as I started washing the dishes.

I don't like washing dishes...

Well you don't like anything which physically requires you to move.

True that...

I expected him to go away but instead he just stood beside me with his back leaning towards the counter and his face focused on mine, while I just continued washing.

"So you know me since then, huh?"

I shrugged. I knew you before that but whatever.

"Kinda." He simply nodded.

"Well in that case you should also be knowing that I never dated in highschool."

This time I frowned.

"Really?" That's honestly a shock because I had never seen him without a girl by his side during our highschool days. He was about to answer back when his words stopped the moment his eyes landed on my bun which all of a sudden loosened before completely cascading down making me groan as I, threw my head back in an attempt to remove it from being all over my eyes.

"Umhm, I never dated." He said before, coming closer and standing behind me as he slowly grabbed my hair with both his hands twisting them weirdly, while I frowned.

"Strange. Why wouldn't you though?" I couldn't help but ask as I jerked my hand on the sink before grabbing a towel from the side and wiping my hands on it while he was finally done with doing his artistic bun which to my delight was right beside my left eye.

Lmao. Wow.

"Idk. I was more of flings and no strings attached kind of a guy."

I nodded making my lips in a thin line before keeping the towel away. A soft chuckle escaping my lips as I recalled something.

"I remember seeing Nushra cry in class, once, because she saw her 'brother and his girlfriend, making love.' so her eyes weren't saint anymore. " A laughter left my lips the moment the moment I quoted her words. Nuraan just chuckled when all of a sudden I could see his eyes darkened.

Not paying much heed, I turned my back to him, picking up the plates and keeping them in the rack when all of a sudden two arms sneaked around my waist turning me around, making me involuntarily rest my palms on his shoulders as I looked into the those deep dark blue orbs.

"Thought you should know how I was, back then."

"W-what?" My voice came out more like a whisper as I tried my best to avoid my racing heart. The corner of his mouth tugged into a smirk as he leaned forward.

"I didn't make love back then, Wife."

He said, his voice horse and incredibly turn-on-worthy (if you get what I mean). At that moment I clearly knew where this was going and let's be honest I didn't want him to continue.

"I fu---"

"You fired truck!"

What even...

Seriously now? Fired truck??!!

I swear to God I have no freakin idea where that came from. It was truly more like a reflex. He looked at me both stunned and confused while I took that opportunity to get out of his grip and started walking towards the stairs.

A chuckle escape his mouth before he shook his head at me as he said an astonished 'weirdo' before jogging and following me.

"Good night!" I said, smiling as I rested my hand on the doorknob while looking over my shoulder at him. He just gave me a nod before saying

"Night."

I couldn't help the way my smile dropped and a disgusted expression spred all over my face while I glared at him. I HATE it when people wish me back like that. I mean I wished you a 'good' night how can you wish me just any kind of night huh??

And he knows that by now...

He froze the moment realization drawn to him before passing me the most forced smile ever while saying in the sweetest voice.

"Good night, Wife."

I nodded smiling while he just chuckled before opening the door to his room and getting inside.

He's gonna work again.

This guy truly doesn't know what rest is. Shaking my head I too got inn. And hopped on my bed, switching off most of the lights except two dim one's. You could say my therapy has been going well.

Deciding to ditch the rope, I have been ditching for the last one week, I just smiled before shutting my eyes.

....

I groaned at the buzzing sound that kept coming from my side making me slightly open my eyes and look at the time.

2:15

Seriously? Who the fuck is dieing right now!?

Forget it. Just sleep man.

Receive it! It might be an emergency!

Bu---

Point.

"Hello?" I said picking up the phone and keeping it on my ear with my eyes still closed.

No answer. Not bothering much I simply cut the call when it started to ring again.

"Hello?"

There was no sound from the other side making me clench my jaw. I could feel myself dozing off again but that was until I heard an all too familiar grunt which as if on reflex made me freez. It was him. And I could feel it while the noises in the background indicated something...sexual.

My eyes shot open when the sound became louder and this time I could hear a women's moaning along with it making me gulp.

No...

Quickly sitting up on the bed, I cut the call, yet again blocking the number and almost throwing my phone... On the bed only though.

Cell phones nowadays are pretty expensive you see.

I could feel my hands starting to shiver as I let out a shaky breath and slowly placed my hand on my chest. It's been years for calling out loud!

And I thought I was done with my so called healing.

Beads of sweat started collecting on my forehead making me breath heavily as I quickly grabbed my phone hiding it under my pillow.

I could feel my eyes turn teary but I quickly wiped them off, even before they could touch my cheek. I must have misheard, right? This can't be happening... It must be some stupid teen prank.

That's right.

Just. A. Prank.

Biting on to my bottom lip, my eyes landed on the clock only to find it was already 2:30. Cursing under my breath I didn't know what got onto me as I quickly got off the bed, switching off the lights behind me and jogging my way to the room on the opposite direction. I could see the way the lights to his room were still onn, making me thank the heaves before I slowly creaked open the door.

His eyes snapped towards mine as he raised a brow, while I tried my best to look normal. He was sitting on the right side of the bed with his legs stretched out crossing one leg over the other, his back leaning on the headboard and his laptop placed on his lap.

I slightly shifted my weight from one leg to the other the moment I saw him frown slightly before opening his mouth as if wanting to ask something, while I looked down at my feet. I waited for him to question my presence but to my surprise. He didn't. Making me release a breath of relief.

Instead he just looked at me keenly as if trying to figure out what could possibly go wrong before he simply shut his laptop, keeping it on the bedside table and placed some pillows on the other side for me before switching off all the lights except a single lamp on the left side of the bed while he lay down on the right.

Biting onto my bottom lip I couldn't help the small smile threatening to escape as I slowly started walking towards the bed before softly picking up the duvet and lieing down on my back, just like him. I couldn feel my racing heart the moment the sides of our hands brushed, before he slowly interwined our little fingers together making a sudden unfamiliar jump errupt in my heart as I softly breathed out.

I could feel the way the corners of my lips tugged upwards in a small smile at the contentment of my heart but what shocked me more was the way tears escaped the corner of my eyes tracing down falling on the pillow. I wasn't sad. I wasn't afraid. Instead the only thing I knew, was that I was happy.

I didn't know how long we stayed like that until I could finally feel his arms gently wrap around me, as I rested my head and hand on his chest slowly closing my eyes.

"I don't know what happened." I froze the moment those words left his mouth making me slightly open my eyes.

"But I just want you to know that I'm right behind you, Wife. No matter what."

A shaky breath escaped my lips at his voice.

It was a weird feeling of contentment that his words managed to provide me. A feeling of happiness. A feeling of security.

A feeling of acceptance.

His soft lips touched my temple making me smile, as I clutched onto his tee tight and my heart skipped multiple beats.

I don't know how. I don't know why. But I believed him with my eyes closed. I believed every word he wanted me to. Every word he said.

I knew that I shan't be afraid, of what is in front of me. For I know who's standing behind.

At that moment I couldn't help but see things from a completely different perspective. A way I had never seen things before. A position I had never imagined myself to be in. A way I had never noticed him.

For this time I knew that even if I had a chance to change my past? I wouldn't.

I would never do it. Because even if I hate to admit it I'd always choose him. No matter what. No matter when. No matter how. I'll choose him over and over again. Without a question. Without a doubt. In a heartbeat.

For it's time I admit that I Raqeeba Hussain am truly, deeply, irreplaceably and utterly in love with Nuraan Khan.

All of a sudden. All at once.

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Got a comment saying my 'Author's Notes' are damn irritating so well...
Good for you guys I'm not gonna blabber in the end from now on. Lmaooo.
Sorry you peeps!

Love yaa!
Do VOTE and COMMENT tho.

XOXO
It's Sheewholoved!❤

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