I can't rewrite our fate

chapter 31: tests

Hers~> 2 days being married

"You think you know what you're gonna get?" Khalil asks as I get up from the bed.

"A kameez? Saree? I don't know but whatever it is it has to be light." I state, running a hand through my curls.

"Sounds good." Khalil murmurs as I look at myself in the mirror.

"How about you?" I ask him.

Waiting a few moments he doesn't say anything to which I turn behind him and to my surprise he's propped up on the pillow with a hand holding his head.

"Khalil?" I say, waving reluctantly.

"Yeah?" He replies, not quite taking in what I said.

"I asked what you're gonna get for Eid?" I repeat, sitting back down on the bed.

"Whatever's there... you can pick. I don't really mind." He says before wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me to his chest.

"Khalil!" I say, playfully smacking his arm.

"What? Is it so wrong that I want you all to myself?" He asks, sarcastically.

"Well it's already 11 and I don't want you to be late for work at 4." I reply, quietly.

He doesn't say anything for a while but just looks at me with admiration?

"Hayati, perks of being your own boss is coming in whenever you want but I wish I didn't have to leave you so soon after the wedding." Khalil says as he plays with my curls.

"It's fine, we have Bangladesh after Eid anyways." I reply.

A day after Eid we were all going to go to Bangladesh for a week with my family and Khalil's as my relatives wanted to see me after the accidents and for the Nikkah.

Soon after travelling to Bangladesh me and Khalil were going to travel to the Maldives for our honeymoon.

"That's true but are you gonna be alright? Being here alone?" He asks with a concerned look.

Was he alright?

Of course I was going to be fine, I've spent days home alone.

"Khalil I'm absolutely sure I'm going to be fine. I'm not 5 yrs old." I laugh.

"Hey, I'm just checking!" He responds, putting his hands up in defence.

"Glad you know but I'm gonna have a shower before we leave." I remind him as I grab a towel and a change of clothes.

2 hours later we both left to the shops.

"Do you want to listen to anything?" Khalil asks, passing me his phone to connect to the Bluetooth.

"Umm, do you have any preferences?" I say back, turning my attention to him.

"Check my playlists and see if you like anything." He replies, his attention set on the road.

I scroll through his playlists till I feel myself have a mini heart attack as I see one saying, 'my girl's favourites.'

Pressing on the playlist, I realise that it's a all my favourite nasheeds compiled into one playlist.

He made this for me?

"You did this?" I ask him but his eyes are still focused on the road.

"Hmm?" He replies before parking on the sidewalk.

"This playlist Khalil? You made it for me?" I repeat, showing it.

His eyes widen a bit and he avoids my gaze, "You found that?"