HUSNA

Chapter54

The purpose of our lives is to be happy." — Dalai Lama

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The birds were chirping softly outside the window. The world seemed freshly washed  the sun pouring its golden light gently over the whitewashed walls, while the sound of waves brushing against the shore created a calming melody. A cool breeze drifted in through the slightly open balcony door, fluttering the sheer white curtains.

She  was still asleep, curled up beneath the sheets, her hair spilling across the pillow like soft silk. Her breathing was steady, peaceful  the kind of peace that made him smile just looking at her.

Captain  walked quietly into the room, a tray balanced carefully in his hands  golden French toast, fluffy pancakes, a small jar of strawberry jam, and a steaming cup of cappuccino. He set it down gently beside her

"Babe," he murmured softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

No response.

He leaned closer, whispering again, "Babe..."

Still nothing.

He smiled mischievously and placed a light kiss on her lips. "Wake up, Mrs. Pilot," he teased against her mouth.

Her eyelashes fluttered open, and she blinked sleepily at him. "Good morning," she murmured, her voice husky from sleep.

"Morning," he whispered back, smiling as she stretched lazily before wrapping her arms around his neck.

Her eyes drifted to the tray. "Breakfast?"

He nodded, his lips curving. "Yes... but first, I want to savor this moment."

Before she could reply, he leaned in again  this time kissing her slowly, tenderly. The kind of kiss that spoke of comfort, love, and everything between them.

When he finally pulled away, her cheeks were flushed, her heart racing.

"Let's eat breakfast in bed," he said softly, reaching for the tray.

She laughed, biting her lip. "I like the way you think, Captain."

He chuckled, handing her a fork. "Good. Because I'm not planning on leaving this room today."

She smiled up at him. "Neither am I."

She took a small bite of the pancake, closing her eyes with delight. "Mmm... this is so good," she murmured.

He chuckled, watching her with amusement. "I made it myself

Her eyes snapped open in disbelief. "You? You can't even boil water without calling Faisal for help."

He laughed, holding his chest. "Wow. My own wife insulting her husband on honeymoon morning."

"Just being honest," she mumbled , sipping from the cappuccino mug he handed her. "So, Captain, did you really make this?"

He leaned in,"Maybe. Maybe not. But if I tell you the truth, will you still kiss the chef?"

She giggled, shaking her head.