𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Her Mijazi khuda~8

Two weeks later.

Ayat's pov

"Ayat, apne mera black watch dekha hai?"

His voice echoes from the room, snapping me out of my thoughts. I was halfway through the door, ready to step out. I pause, nodding at Arsal before walking back inside, straight to the drawer where I know his watch is waiting.

The same black watch he can never seem to find in his own room. I pull it out, holding it up for him to see.

He frowns for a moment, and then his expression softens into a small, sheepish smile.

"I wasn't able to find this"

I can't help but smile back at him. Arsalan has always been like this-losing his own things in his own space, from his childhood to now. It's a habit of his that's somehow both frustrating and endearing. And now, after our marriage, it looks like it is double folded. He seems to have lost or depend on me for everything.

And I couldn't be happier. I got to stay close to him.

"How come you always know about my things when I can't even find them in my room itself?" he asks, his brows furrowed in confusion.

I chuckle softly, tempted to pull at his cheeks like he's one of the twins. But I resist. We're still navigating this strange territory between us. We're friends, as he insists, nothing more. Not husband and wife in the way I once dreamed we could be.

But I don't mind anymore. Or at least, that's what I tell myself. I don't mind that my love for him is one-sided, that I have to keep those feelings tucked away. Because what I do have is more than enough.

He's here. He trusts me. He supports me. And with our little children, Daniyal and Zainab, we've made a life that's beautiful beyond anything I ever imagined.

And maybe that's all I need. The simple joy of being his friend, of being by his side, is more than I ever thought I'd have. So I won't let my unspoken feelings ruin this. I won't let my heart's whispers disturb the peace we've built.

"What I'll do without you now!" He murmured shaking how own head, making me smile.

In this moment, watching him struggle with something as simple as finding his own watch, I feel content. Arsalan may never be mine in the way I once hoped, but he's here. And that's enough.

"Chaliye, I'll get the kids ready," I say, brushing past him with a small smile. Arsalan watches me, his eyes lingering just a second too long, as if trying to decode a message that's never been spoken.

"Yeah, let's go," he replies, and for a fleeting second, I wonder if he'll say something more. But he doesn't. He just follows me out, his watch now securely on his wrist, and we step into the world we've built together, each of us holding onto our own secrets.

But for now, that's okay. I have him, and that's more than enough.

Just as we were about to step out, Arsalan turned back, mumbling something about forgetting his keys. I shook my head, amused at his scattered nature.

But then, I heard the sharp clatter of something falling and a pained hiss that followed.

"Arsal?" I rushed back inside, my heart skipping a beat. He was by the shelf, gripping his hand tightly, the keys now on the floor next to a shattered glass vase.

"Arsal, kya hua?" I asked, my voice laced with concern.

(What happened?)

He winced, trying to shake it off. "It's nothing. Just a little cut. I wasn't paying attention."