YOURS, JANNAH

#SIXTY NINE

Alhamdulillah I am done forestalling the end of this book and I'm happy to announce that it is now complete! Seventy four chapters with epilogue seventy five making 200K words! I almost thought it was going to be short but Jannah wasn't having it. Like I said, I'm taking it off twenty four hours after publishing the epilogue which should be roughly around Friday bi izni Allah! Is your review ready yet?????!🥰

Adnan lean back on his executive chair with a groan, this is all turning out to be more disastrous. He's been working hard on becoming more 'romantic' like Nawal had put it but things are getting tougher. He's got no idea what he is doing but he is trying, getting off his comfort zone and waiting on baited breathe for a word from Jannah. It's been four freaking days but it feels like century already! Why is she still silent?

He's been sending flowers to her every single day, thrice a day too. A chilled lonely Pepsi and dandelion flowers with a romantic book he could find. All the things Nawal had said she loves, every single one of them. He even replied those messages she sent before Imara's demise, all of them while waiting with his hands on the keyboard for her to miraculously reply him. She hadn't. Nawal said he should expect her letter and not SMS.

He is waiting for her...

When he browsed about how to be a more romantic husband, things were all weird. Watch movies with her, cook dinner for her or something like that -he doesn't know how to on a freaking gas cooker- arrange a getaway, they've done that right? Leave a love note for her or randomly send her emojis. But isn't that a bit too obsessive and stupid? Learn her love language and use it all the time. He had to find out what love language meant, he doesn't know anything about it.

Words of affirmation, he was damned sure this is part of Jannah's love language due to the environment she grew up in. She never got to hear coaxing words often from any of her family members and he's noticed how she hangs on each and every kind word he uttered to her. She loves it when he assures her that she is strong, a good mother and perfect woman entirely. Her eyes would literal glisten and shimmer all the time it happens.

There is act of service, he's always been nice to her right? Well... maybe a bit too blunt and honest here and there. Receiving gifts is also part of the love languages, they are five. And now he's started sending gifts though he is not sure whether or not she loves them. There is no word from her and he is getting so freaking anxious. He's never felt anything relatively close to this, it's so... unmanning and just not something he likes to feel.

And for the first time, he realized how awful it felt to be at someone else's mercy. The humbleness in his situation made him borderline nauseous. He's halted every single work, leaving everything on Alim's shoulder which reminds him.

Oh, and he didn't receive the email he sent those days because Adnan hacked into his account and deleted it. Genius right?

He rang the intercom, Alim almost tripped on his way inside the office. "Yes, Sir?"

"There is still no mail or letter from the guards downstairs?" He asked, trying his damnadest to sound brisk and nonchalant but he felt it, the uneasiness in his throat.

"No, Sir. I've called them just about a minute ago." Alim confirmed looking confused but not saying anything. His boss has been acting weird lately, he doesn't know how to react. Horrified?

Adnan dismissed him and went down to the list of love languages he's memorized in his head. Three of them are cancelled leaving only two in the list. There is quality time included, that is something he won't push. Lack of it is the main reason why they are not together now. She wanted more, he wasn't willing to open up then but now? He wants to do more than opening up for her. He is willing to do almost anything for her.