RIGHTFULLY YOUR'S

Part 10

Author's pov:

"Here, take the phone,"

Yusuf's voice cut through the quiet ambiance of the room, drawing Layla's attention away from the book she had been engrossed in. The dim light from the bedside lamp illuminated the pages in front of her, casting a warm glow on her features. She was seated comfortably on the bed, having just finished a late-night meal and changed into her night suit.

Layla's eyes lifted from the book as she glanced up at Yusuf, who stood beside the bed, extending a phone toward her. Layla's gaze shifted towards the phone, still held in Yusuf's hand, before she turned her attention back to him, her curiosity evident in her eyes. "Why is this?" she inquired, a hint of puzzlement lacing her tone.Yusuf's lips curved into a gentle smile as he looked at her. "Your phone was broken, remember? I got this for you," he responded,Layla's gaze returned to the phone, which was now in Yusuf's possession.

It gleamed brand new, untouched by wear and tear. She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in mild disbelief. "But why did you feel the need, Yusuf? I could have had the old one fixed," she suggested, her voice carrying a hint of practicality. Yusuf's smile persisted as he met her gaze, "Why bother getting the old one fixed when I can get you a new one?" he replied, his tone light yet firm.

With a subtle motion, he extended the phone towards her, a silent offering. Layla's eyes locked onto the pristine phone before her,she hesitated for a moment, her heart warmed by his consideration. "Thank you," she said, her voice sincere, accompanied by a genuine smile that brought out her dimples.

With a nod, he turned and made his way to the bathroom to change, leaving Layla to her new phone. After a while, Yusuf emerged from the bathroom and noticed that Layla was still engrossed in her phone.

He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, observing her as she interacted with the device. Layla, sensing his presence, looked up from her phone. A smile curved her lips and addressed him. "Type your number once again, so I can save it in this phone too," she suggested, her eyes bright with a hint of playfulness.

Yusuf obliged, taking her phone and typing in his number. He handed the phone back to Layla, who promptly saved the contact with a contented expression on her face. As the task was completed, Layla placed the phone carefully on the bedside table.

Layla, feeling a comforting weariness, nestled into the softness of the bed.
Yusuf's watchful gaze remained on Layla as she began to drift into slumber.

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And so, another week passed in the lives of Layla and Yusuf after their wedding. Each morning, Layla would wake up nestled in Yusuf's arms, finding comfort in his embrace. He would drop her off at college and pick her up.Yusuf, in his mischievous way, would often tease Layla about the smallest of things, knowing well that it would make her blush.

Layla's cheeks would turn a delicate shade of pink, and she would playfully protest. As each day unfolded, Layla found herself falling deeper into Yusuf's love.

"Dear Diary,

I find myself lost in a whirlwind of emotions as I put pen to paper. The realization has slowly taken root within me, undeniable and inescapable - I have fallen irrevocably in love with Yusuf. The way his eyes crinkle when he smiles, the resonance of his laughter that echoes in my mind long after, every stolen glance that sends my heart racing; they all stand as testaments to this truth. Each word he utters is like a melody, etching itself into the deepest corners of my heart. As days turn into nights, my thoughts are consumed by him. I replay our conversations, searching for hidden meanings and unsaid feelings. Could it be that he feels the same? The mere possibility sends my heart into a frenzy, and yet, doubt lingers like a shadow, reminding me of the uncertainties that love often carries. And as my pen traces these lines, I can't help but wonder if fate will be kind to my feelings. Until then, Yusuf remains the unwritten chapter in the story of my heart.