His Blind Wife✅ completed.

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For the sake of all damn galaxies and universes, and...

*gasps* 14.7K reads?

Never ever in my blind life have I ever imagined that many reads. And we all know I haven't updated in like. Ages. So it's time for a nice little update to keep you all busy and since it is summer, I'll be updating more often, hopefully. I just need a very squealing reminder to tell me to update on time.

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Ahmed's POV

I cannot believe I married such a beautiful person from inside and out. Her eyes. Even thought she is blind, she has got this spark in them. A spark that can make anyone to fall in love with her, get lost in her eyes. And she is mine. Yes, mine only. And like the possessive man I am I won't let her go.

I was driving towards the office with these thoughts. The building loomed large in front of me and soon I reached the car park. I parked my car, got out and headed for the front door. A beautiful glass door with the name of my company written in big, bold golden letters with silver on the edges of the sign. I opened the door, stepped inside, greeted all employees and headed up to my floor.

After reaching the top floor, greeting my receptionist and the secretary, I went into my cabin. There was quite a lot of work, quite a lot of my thoughts and perhaps, a lot of coffee to go with them all and so I started on my work.

Lailah's POV

After he got out of the house I couldn't stop thinking how lucky I am to have married this man. Alhamdulillah for all that I was bestowed with. Allah is indeed, generous and merciful. By the time I had finished cleaning, it was lunch time. I prepaired something fast and decided to surprise Ahmed with home cooked food in his office. Or, my ex work place, and, surprising my ex boss. Isn't that fun? Of course, it is. I dialed a taxi service, explaining I am blind and where I would like to go. After I was done with the phone, I wore an ancle length red dress with blue gemstones on the hem and sleeves. I wore a red and blue hijab and my black and red flats.

Yes, you would probably think I have a terrible taste of colours and clothing. But I have remembered almost each and every piece of clothing I have, especially my hijabs. I got my black purse, put it across my shoulder and took my niqab which was black itself in clour. I do not like wearing anything that has a lot of colour, really, unless it is a holiday. Then I am a completely different person. The taxi was here and so I headed out, locked the door, took my white cane with me and sauntered towards the taxi. I got in and told the driver the address. Of course, he knew it. And of course, it turned out that I knew the driver. One of my mother's cousins who had no idea my parents have had passed a few weeks ago.

We talked throughout the drive and, he gave me his business number just in case I needed a driver again. we talked about our families and how we had somehow gotten farther apart than we all thought. He appeared very religious and I soon understood that he has a very beautiful wife. We were almost at the office and with a promise to meet some day for lunch, we parted ways - I got out of the car and he drove to his next destination perhaps.

I slowly walked towards the big glass door. I knew my way around. Entering, I greeted all. By the time I have had finished greeting them, I knew I had their gazes on me. You better don't ask me how I knew it. Ever had this feeling of someone watching? Yes, that's the way I feel right now. You don't have to be blind or have sight to know that. And I heard the whispers.

"Isn't that the boss's wife now?"

"I wonder how she aloored and seduced him to marry her."

I didn't know to be upset, or to just yell in their faces of how sick and twisted their minds are. I couldn't stand there anymore. I could stand everything but not htier offences and mockery. I have strived to guard my honesty all my life. I have strived to never let my disability stop me. And I realised that working with them was fine. But as soon as I got married, things went out of hand. After all, what don't people do for power? I fastened my pace and turned it into a jog as I wen towards the lift. i got into the lift and pressed the button for the top floor rather angrily. I still had the lunch box in my hand. But all my happiness from before had vanished and had been replaced with sadness and pitty. Sadness, I knew why. But pitty. I had no idea for whom and why, but it was there. Or maybe it was because these people were colleagues at some point? Or that the fact that I am too naive and I didn't understand what vial, sick and twisted people they are?

By the end of my self pitty and thinking, the lift doors had opened. I got out and went towards the only office on this floor. I saw Sana, the receptionist and Ailah, the secretary. I knew them both. Somehow we had become closer without wanting and we were talking about our husbands every time we got to see each other. And we were always talking, but not too much, and not ill of them, or others. We always had other topics to talk about.

I knocked lightly on the door and waited for an answer

"Come in!" I heard a rather icy voice that was supposed to scare me. But it did not only scare me, it somehow sent pleasant chills down my spine. My own thought was just "Wallahi, this man is some character for sure. Just keep us happy, Ya Rahman." I entered the room and put on a smile.

As soon as Ahmed saw me, I heard him getting up from the desk and walking towards me with sure, heavy steps, whereas I was way too shy to move a step towards him. It is always like that. Every time he's close to me I am suddenly all shy, my bubbliness gone.

"I. Um. Brought you some lunch, but if you don't..." and he cut me off with his sentence "Thank you, Habibty. Let's eat together, if you have not already done so." I just blushed more and nodded.

We sat at the table and, saying our praise to Allah for the food and happiness he's bestowed us with, we dug into the food. I was not so hungry. Suddenly the shyness had made my appetite to go away, so I ate as much as I could. And sure, I was not the best cook and that worried me. Pleasing my husband worried me to no end and I was on strain. Always. After we were done, we had a small chat amd he told the driver to send me back home safely and said that he shall be back earlier than his workday finishes, with apparently, a surprise. I smiled, hugged him and followed the driver out.

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A/N:

Ooh! I wonder what the surprise is!

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