Out Of Wreckage?

Epilogue

There was a time when I thought having my husband actually love and respect me at the same time would be next to impossible. Let alone love, I hadn't thought about someone who'd look after me, care for me as if I'm the most important person. I was determined to lead a life all alone but with Hamza, he intruded my heart and broke down each wall that I had it around me for years.
The wall of low esteem,
The wall of self loathing,
The wall of insecurity,
The wall of pessimism.

I was a total different person before I got married to Hamza.

And it was not only love and respect, he also gave me a lot of other things.
Confidence, space and most importantly, time to get better and to accept us.

Leaving my friends and building this life seemed difficult at first but Hamza did everything in his capacity to make things go right, he even ensured that some part of my that life still existed by encouraging me to continue working for the people of refugee home.

Our wedding was a very simple affair with only families and friends invited.

My Chacha was worried when I told him about Hamza but when he met him, Hamza cleared his worries too.

I was astonished how well his family accepted me.

Apart from everything, he let my daughter. No wait, our daughter to adjust and wholeheartedly accept him in this new relationship.

He kept his boundaries so that he wouldn't make me feel uncomfortable.
He never touched me without my permission and let me take my own time, keeping his promise to wait whenever I was ready.

It took me months with each and every small step and today was the day when I wanted this to happen.

Bushra was staying at Advait and Nidhi's place and we were all alone.

I trudged to his study where he was engrossed in reading something I didn't know.

I slid my arms around his neck and I felt him relax.

"Rabia." He immediately closed the laptop and looked at me, surprised.

"Hamza." I rested my head on his chest and embraced him.

I slowly moved my head up to gauge his face. His eyes seemed darker than I had ever seen. He pecked me on my forehead.

I closed the gap and let his lips touch mine this time.

My heart was racing as I didn't know what to do now but he made my job easier. He kissed me like I had never been kissed.

My heartbeats had accelerated.

His hands were holding my cheeks while mine were in his hair,
wanting him to deepen the kiss.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"More than anything ever." I replied, surprising him again with my boldness.

"I'm at your service, dear wife." He scooped me in his arms as if I weighed nothing.

I giggled.

At first, he was slow with me, taking his time to devour every moment, every part of my skin.
This aspect of intimacy was new to me.

I had been into a forceful one in my previous marriage where everytime I was touched, I felt dirtier.

But this was different.
He was a different man and I was ready.

He regarded me and made sure that I was alright as he kept asking me whether I was fine with his every thrust.

I still don't get it what did I do to deserve this man.