10. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝑮𝒐𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚

The radiant morning light streamed through the partly opened window of our bedroom, casting a warm glow as I stirred from my light slumber, accompanied by the smell of sizzling eggs. Our day began with the ritual of Al Ghusl, followed by the dawn prayer, Fajr.

And fear of Allah made me compose myself in prayer when I heard Hassan's recitation.

His melodious voice carried out into the quiet dawn and filled me with tranquility and peace. The words of Allah sounded so beautiful as he recited them in prayer.

After we prayed, we went back to bed. Normally it would take more to wake me up but my subconscious knew this wasn't any normal day. This was my first actual day as a wife.

Glancing to my side, I noticed the empty space on the bed, figuring that Hassan must be downstairs, making breakfast. A smile graced my lips as memories of the previous day's events replayed in my mind.

Walking downstairs together , we started taking pictures , ranging from goofy ones to perfectly composed ones with both our families.

An hour later, we bid farewell , it was as emotional as it could be.

My father kissing me numerous times on my forehead with tears in his eyes, My mother giving me a bone crushing hug and praying for me. My cousins enveloping me in a group hug, Ayesha discreetly wiping her eyes.

The one goodbye that left me feeling uneasy for a few minutes was Abubakr's. He just gave me a fist bump with a straight face. I mean we argue most of the time but I was expecting a more heartfelt farewell. Because even though he was a pain in the butt, we were really close. So imagine how I felt when he gave me this bland goodbye.

But that didn't last long as I had given him a small smile after the awkward goodbye , trying to hide the hurt and turned to enter the car but things didn't go as planned because as I was about to enter the car, he burst out in tears giving me a bear hug from behind resulting in me also tearing up while our relatives and in-laws laughed at us, hassan included.

He let go of me smiling while mumbling, "Thank God you're leaving, that was just for show by the way "

"Yeah Ofcourse " I replied rolling my eyes sniffing, with a bigger smile.

"I love you bro" I said giving him a proper hug.

"I love you too sis, If you ever need someone to talk to , you know who not to call" he said cheekily.

I burst out into laughter giving him a shove as I finally entered Hassan's car giving everyone a wave goodbye.

Hassan drove us to a beautiful house in a gated community, showcasing breathtaking architecture. The mansion, predominantly crafted from wood and glass, had a sleek and modern aesthetic.

We went inside hand in hand and It was so warm and welcoming, I felt like curling up and going to sleep right there and then, especially in the master bedroom with its king-sized bed and tasteful black and brown interior.

As Hassan gave me a tour, my attention was drawn to a surprise on the bed – rose petals arranged in a heart shape with our initials, H and H, at its center.

I was so focused on looking around the room that I didn't see or hear hassan come behind me so when he wrapped his arms around me from behind , I jumped slightly making him chuckle lightly. He laid his head on my shoulder and nuzzled his nose into the crook of my neck.

He turned me to him by my waist and reached down to my chin and took off the pin holding my hijab, my Niqab followed shortly after. I reached up to remove my undercap and head tie that was holding my hair in a low bun.

I saw his eyes widen as my hair cascaded down my back. I guess he wasn't expecting that much length of hair.

"Baby, you get more beautiful every time I see you" he said with a wide smile adorning his beautiful face as he brushed through my hair softly.

This time I couldn't hide my beetroot red cheeks and he saw that, amusement dancing in his eyes.

He tilts his head to the side as his eyes skimmed over my face slowly, as if he wanted to memorize every single detail of me. Every freckle, every beauty dot and every scar.

I should have been prepared for such intensity from Hassan, as I learned over the weeks that he was an intense man. But I was not. Hassan made me feel ways I've never felt. And I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Definitely a good thing so far.

The gaze was too intense so I turned my frame to hide my face and lo and behold, that was the moment the universe decided to go against me and I stepped on my dress and I held unto hassan in panic and him not expecting that couldn't act fast enough which led to me falling down with a stunned hassan on top of me.

We both burst out laughing and then it trailed off as we stared at one another. Hassan moved himself to side so I wouldn't be crushed under his weight.

The atmosphere of the room seeming to change as we stared into each other's eyes. I felt a force which pushed me to shakily slipped my hands over his shoulders and curl my hands gently through his hair as he holds me close and we gravitate towards eachother. Like we were meant to be one. We were one now.

The previous night unfolded with tender touches and affection, creating memories of one of the most beautiful experiences of my life.

I was brought out of my thoughts by the sound of the bedroom door opening, revealing Hassan In a prayer abaya holding a breakfast tray walking towards me with a smile.

Breakfast in bed? Where has this man been my whole life?

"Ready to start the day, baby ?" I eagerly nodded with a blush as I took the breakfast tray consisting of fluffy omelette and a small stack of pancakes with a bowl of assorted fruits from hassan.

I patted his side of the bed and he climbed on the bed to sit next to me and I gave him a bite every now and then.

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Jealousy. What a foreign feeling to me. To want to be at two places at once.

I stared at her and she narrowed her eyes, as if to say back off.

I glared at her and she glared back unblinkingly as she moved closer to hassan. I gave out a huff and pouted as I edged away from them, making Hassan chortle when he noticed my facial expression .

Oh okay, take her side then.

"You're not seriously getting jealous over Abia , are you" he said amused , while stroking her back.

"No I'm not" I mumbled looking down at my phone, pretending to be invested in it, While I was really just going through my settings. Hmm, I wonder what this does..

"She's a cat Habibty"

Don't judge.

Abia has long midnight black colored fur with a white patches here and there . Her fur like silk. Her eyes of emerald, popped out beautifully due to her almost completely black midnight colored fur.

I was in awe with her when she was brought over from the neighbors house in the afternoon - she spent the night there, But for some reason Abia despises me.

I had rushed to her and tried to pick her up . Key word being tried. Because as soon as I approached her she hissed viciously at me making me take a step back and I watched as Hassan approached her and she all but jumped into his arms purring loudly, a wide contrast to how she just was with me a moment ago.

Oh. So that's how it is.

He had looked at me apologetically after he kissed her head saying , "She'll warm up to you, she doesn't take well to new faces, that's all"

"Okay" I had said hopefully as I stared at her wistfully.

She did not warm up to me. If anything she's hating me more. Every time Hassan touched me she'd hiss at me.

I loved cats. I had begged my mother for years to get one but she refused saying she suspects she was allergic. I had then suggested for us to go see if she was and she declined saying she knew she was and didn't need someone else to tell her. Typical. So that was quickly shut down and I've been admiring all of my relatives who had cats at home.

So imagine how I was feeling when I found out Hassan had a cat and then Abia hating me. Mini heartbreak right there.

It was night time and we basically were lazying about the whole day , cuddling and watching movies together until the neighbor brought her in and since then I've kept a safe distance from them because I have no intention on scratched.

I heard him chuckle as he moved closer, I glanced at him seeing him place her on the carpet as she meowed and walked over to her bed that was beside the couch.

"Happy?" He murmured wrapping his hands around my waist and placing his chin on my shoulder.

"Mmhmm" I mumbled, trying to hide my smile which failed as he saw it and let out a smile.

I got jealous over a feline. Sue me.

"You look adorable when you pout"

"I was not pouting " I denied, trying to salvage my dignity. Well what was left of it, that is.

"Yeah okay " he replied back with disbelief in his tone

We were enveloped in comfortable silence , both looking down at my phone as I browsed through my socials.

"But over a cat though" he let out after a little while with a laugh.

"Hassan" I groaned out, embarrassed.

He turned me to my side so he could look at my face and we had a mini stare-off as we looked at each-other unblinkingly. Why we were randomly having a stare-off , I had no idea. I swooned at how handsome he looked and almost smiled but didn't.

He all of a sudden pounced on me and start tickling my sides but was left shocked when I didn't laugh but raised an eyebrow . I for some reason am not ticklish at all. Trust me, Ayesha has tried.

He looked at me as he stopped and whispered dramatically, "What are you?" As he made a show of twisting and turning me to look at me.

"Your wife" I responded cheekily.

He gave off a chuckle and wrapped his hand around my shoulder, resting his head on top of mine as he whispered "Alhamdulilah"

We sat in silence but then all of a sudden, he pinched me making me give out a shriek as I abruptly sat up with a pout as I rubbed the affected area.

"Why'd you pinch me?" I couldn't help whining out.

"Just making sure you're human babe, now give me a smooch"

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