bonus chapter

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A/N; This bonus is set in different scenarios, before the leap and after the leap. Hope it won't be confusing. Kinza is out of the picture in all the scenes though. Happy reading.

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It was the first-ever huge fight they had, the one which doesn't involve a third person but only just them. Daneen ate the breakfast unwillingly for not making Fathima suspicious of anything, so did Asfandyar. They haven't spoken a word since yesterday evening and it was starting to annoy her a lot.

"Why are you both so silent today?" Fathima asked randomly, and their eyes clash for a second before he looked away, causing her heart to sink in despair.

She was not used to his ignorance or distant behaviour. The only thing that kept her sane this morning was the prayer they did together and he went back to ignoring her again. It hurt.

"Nothing, Ammi," Asfandyar spoke, whilst subtly eying his wife, who had her gaze fixed on the plate. Fathima didn't push it further, much to his relief. He didn't like involving a third party in between their fight, even if was his own mother.

"Allah Hafiz, aunty. Please take your tablets on time," Daneen smiled at her mother in law, who nodded suspiciously but didn't comment anything. Fathima too wanted them both to figure things on their own. What's a marriage without a fight?

Asfandyar was already sitting on his bike, waiting for Daneen to hop on. He didn't make her wear the helmet like he always does, instead just placed it behind him on the seat.

Daneen eyed him and then at the helmet with moist eyes, a small frown etched on her lips. Unable to handle anything, she walked away from there while removing her phone from her handbag.

Asfandyar was confused for a second, "what are you doing, I don't have all day." Came his annoyed voice. She simply shrugged in response and said, "don't take tension, I'll go by cab. I'm just booking my Ola."

That made him angrier if anything, switching off the engine, he got down from his bike and walked towards her, who stood outside their gate, "give it here." He snatched the phone and eyed her annoyedly.

"Asfandyar." She whimpered sadly and tears streamed down her cheeks unknowingly, he didn't have it in him to be mad anymore.

"Daneen, stop crying." His voice was all soft and concerned as the passer-by people gave them curious glances. He took her hands in his and walked inside their porch before locking their gate.

"Stop crying, Daneen." She pouted sadly, with a small nod as he pulled out a kerchief and wiped off her tears, "I'm sorry, Asfandyar." She looked up at him guiltily.

"I shouldn't have bought that, I'm sorry I didn't listen to you," she hiccuped feeling overwhelmed, he cupped her face as a response, "I was going to buy that to you next month anyway, but you hurt me by using the credit card of your mami, not even your own money. But you used hers... What should that make me feel, you say?"

There was never a moment Asfandyar felt he was incompatible with his wife, but yesterday he did. His wife demanded a designer dress for attending some special event at her office which would happen next month. It was a bit tight for them as they had other expenses to take care of, so he said he'd buy it next month.

But Daneen couldn't wait that long and bought it with the credit card she has always owned, the one which is in Wajiha's name. And it hurt his ego. It made him feel useless like he couldn't even buy a dress for her.

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