Predestined

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Secret: I'd always wanted to write a storyline where one of the main characters loses the love of their life. 'For Our Love' fans, I briefly considered this storyline for FawMina a long time ago, but I have a feeling that I would not have been forgiven for that. In fact, I would have regretted it myself, 100%. So, with Mishal, I decided to write a plot where her soulmate was already gone before the start of the story. Honestly, it's still not very easy to write.

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Bia

"It's incredible how people are predestined." I said, staring down into my tea cup. "You and I met, not in London where I lived, not in Pakistan where you live, but in the US where our respective cousins were marrying each other." I looked up at Shehzad. "And now Mishal and Rohail Bhai..."

It was early morning of the day after Mishal's Nikah, and Shehzad and I were having breakfast together. He had slept in the guest room with Maaz, at the request of the little boy. Maaz was currently still asleep, but Shehzad had already went to the shop to get chocolate cereal for his breakfast. I could tell that my husband was an incredibly doting Chachu.

"Allah is the best planner. He creates pairs in incredible and unexpected ways." Shehzad took a sip of coffee, peering at me over the rim of the mug.

I looked back at him and I felt goosebumps on my arms due to the intensity in his gaze.

"Even if my wife ended up being a little weird..." He chuckled as he took a bite of his buttered toast. 

"Excuse me?" I raised an eyebrow.

He winked at me. 

I sulked, turning my head away.

"You're acting like Maaz when he's angry." He laughed harder.

"At least I'm still young! Unlike you, you are eight years older than me!" I shot back. "That's almost a decade, husband." 

The amusement didn't leave his face. "Are you an ageist, Bee?" 

"No, I'm just concerned that people are going to start confusing you as my Sugar Daddy." I smirked triumphantly.

He laughed again. After a long time, I saw a glow on his face from the laughter, and a sparkle in his eyes. 

Seeing his laughter, I smiled automatically. 

"Did you marry me for money, Sobia?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Oh shoot!" I pretended to be horrified. "I've unintentionally revealed my secret." 

We both laughed this time, our gazes locking. 

And then, the smile slowly slipped off my face as I continued staring at him. Getting up, I walked around the table and leaned down to wrap my arms around his neck, standing behind his chair.

"Are you here to apologise to me for calling me old?" He teased, looking up at me. His grey eyes were finally free of the sadness that had been a constant in them since we'd met. It was the sort of sadness that made the other person automatically feel sad, without even realising why.

"Shez?" 

"Hmm?" He lifted one of my hand up with his clean hand and kissed it.

"May Allah give you a very long life. May you outlive me. Ameen." I suddenly felt extremely overprotective of him. Seeing Mishal's constant pain had made me cherish my husband even more.