I can't rewrite our fate

chapter 30: beginnings

His~> The morning after the Nikkah

It was 10am and I was currently awake, laying on the bed with my wife.

Surprisingly it felt kind of familiar to say, my wife.

Noor was still sleeping beside me, wrapped in my arm and looking like an angel.

Last night she was a little nervous when we had arrived at the house and became even more anxious when she had to take her hijab off.

Flashback~
"I can sleep in the other room if you don't feel comfortable." I say to her but she quickly grabs my arm.

I turn back to her before she speaks, "Wait! It's not that, I just, what if you don't like what you see after.."

I don't like what I see?

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"When I take my hijab off... I've never taken it off in front of anyone I- I don't know." She says, lowering her head.

She was anxious about this of course, I was the only person she'd show her hair to after ages.

"Noor, you don't have to worry. I'll still like you as much as I do now." I reply, putting her face in my hands.

"Okay.." She responds as she lets me take her veil and scarf off.

Her hair had been a dark brown and came just above her waist and was in bouncy curls.

"You're so beautiful." I say as she hides her face in her hands out of shyness.

Reminiscing of last night made me form deep joy and happiness which I could never get rid of.

We didn't do anything other than scroll through the pictures we had received from everybody and prayed together at Fajr time.

She wasn't ready to go any further and I wouldn't push her, whenever it would happen would be fine and I would just wait till then.

Slowly brushing away the tight curls away from her clear skinned face, I admired my girl.

Allahumma'Barik, I say under my breath.

A few minutes later, Noor stirs in my arms, taking a deep breath before opening her eyes.

Looking up to me, her eyes widen further and she turns around so her back is facing me.

"You okay?" I whisper, grinning.

Hers~>

Feeling a strong arm around me, I slowly looked up to Khalil.

Yallah.

I wasn't ready to face him like this in the morning.

Without saying anything I quickly turn around out of embarrassment.

I wasn't used to living with a guy obviously and sharing a bed kind of scared me.

"You okay?" Khalil whispers from behind me.

"Fine." I reply, quietly.

"Then why're you hiding?" He asks as I feel his breath over my ear.

"I'm not hiding!" I respond, turning around to him again.

"You're hiding your face. That isn't really helping your case you know, pigtails." He replies before taking the duvet off both of us.

"Yallah!" I shout, groaning.

"Come on now, it's already half 10. We need to get ready and go to my Baba's house." Khalil says, chuckling as he rises from the bed.

"I'm not a morning person though, Khalil." I reply, rubbing my eyes.