manal | achraf hakimi [COMPLETE]

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3/2/2023

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[1044 words]

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2 years later - paris, france

he came home from training and saw her sitting on the dining table that she had converted into a study table instead. he leant down and kissed her head and proceeded to watch what she was teaching. he kept his head next to hers, both staring at the screen.

thankfully her camera was off as she was sharing her screen.

he was waiting for her to finish her lesson to finish, and was quickly growing bored of watching her ignore him in favour of her student who was reading to her. he walked towards the fridge to get a glass of water and then sat opposite her, watching her intently.

he made a face at her from behind the screen, which had her stifling a laugh. he could be so needy sometimes.

'that's perfect asma, just make sure that you don't forget to write you tajweed rules down. it's way easier to remember if you colour coordinate them!' (grammar for pronunciation of the Quran) she spoke in french to the girl who was trying to learn the Quran with enhanced tajweed.

the call disconnected and manal opened a notebook that she kept physical copies of her students progress' in.

'assalamu alaikum.' she said, not looking at her husband.

'walaikum as salam.' he begrudging replied, not liking the lack of attention she was showing him.

'what's wrong? someone kicked the ball in your face today or..' she glanced at his moody face and saw the clear annoyance in his eyes. with a dramatic sigh, she finished writing down what she was going to note and shut her book.

'something like that.' he muttered, as he reached across the table to shut her laptop for her too. she looked at him surprised, taken back by his mood.

'what's wrong hayati?' she asked as she got up from her seat and stretched her arms and felt her back crack from sitting down for so long. she tapped his nose as she walked past him to get some water. he circled his hand around hers to pull her back.

'manal.' he said with a little pout on his face that made him look like a teenager.

'achraf. i'll baby you later let me get some water first.' she replied in the same tone, stressing that she wanted to get water. she was thirsty since before she started the lesson and couldn't leave halfway to get herself some.

he let her hand go, but as soon as she returned from the kitchen, he pulled her towards the living room and pushed her down on the sofa, right next to him. he automatically wrapped his hands around her while she rested her back against his chest, wondering what brought on such neediness.

'hayati?' she brought her hand up to his face, cupping his jaw.

'hmm.' he hummed in reply, nuzzling his face in her hair. she raised an eyebrow but turned her face around to see what he wanted to say. she held his face in her hands and started tracing his features.

'what's wrong love?' she asked, her fingers gliding over his eyebrows and down the side of her face.

'not enough attention.' she wanted to stifle her laugh, but the way he was talking like he was returning from war and hadn't seen the touch of a woman for eons was funny to her, considering they were in the same position at the same time the day before, made it extremely hard.

'that's all?' she sat upright, patting his cheek as she stood up again to warm up the lunch she had cooked an hour earlier. she was home anyways and thought she could cook something different. she wasn't the best of cooks but she tried anyway.

he followed her into the kitchen, annoyed that she had left halfway through his complaining, and swiftly put his hands on her waist. she let out an involuntary gasp when he turned her around and trapped her against the kitchen counter.

'babe? what are you doing?' she asked, looking around as if anyone was going to walk in.

'this isn't your mothers house, relax, sufiyane and iman are far away from here they aren't going to walk in.' she slapped his chest playfully, remembering the first time achraf had pulled this stunt.

'i have to serve food.' she muttered, realising how close he was getting to her and how intently he was staring into her eyes.

'we can have it later, there's no rush.' he whispered, his breath fanning her face. she swallowed a lump in her throat, knowing she was caught. she shook her head and just decided to entertain it. she had missed him when he was out for a few days, travelling to other cities for matches in france.

she wrapped her arms around his shoulder, her fingers locking at the nape of his neck, slightly swinging on him.

'no rush?' she asked with a raised eyebrow as he pulled her up and seated her on the counter.

'no rush.' he played with her hair, loving the way it framed her face. she had dyed it a beautiful light brown shade, starkly different to her dark brown hair. he preferred it darker, but the way she was giggling when she was using the box dye in the bathroom was special to him.

she leant forward to kiss his jaw, which had the hairs on his neck standing up. she seemed to have that effect on him.

'i'm hungry.' she complained, pulling him closer and using his chest as a pillow, resting her head on it. he felt her hungry frown on her face.

'i'll get the food, you stay here.' he chuckled, lifting her face and giving her a peck on the lips, which left her with the strange blush on her face that was so enticing to him. she didn't let him go far, realising his trick.

she wasn't going to let him get away with just a peck.

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apologies it got a little 😳 at the end.

this will be the last official chapter of this book.

don't worry, i will upload some random one shots for the snippets from manal's and achraf's life.

thank you SO much for sticking with me from the beginning to the end. i had NEVER expected such a welcome for this book because while i do get some success in my other books (like my f1 and other football ones), this has to be my favourite because of the little community of readers that i have grown to love that comment on here.

i am once again thanking you all for everything.

i love you all, and a sappier letter is coming in the next 'chapter'.

mwah,

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