Her Replaced Husband ✓

¶chapter sixty nine¶

After Raima was gone, Faris was removing his shirt as the touch of the cloth was making his wounds sting more. Ajwa came near him.

"Faris, drink this turmeric milk. It will help in speedy recovery of your wounds," she told him while giving him the glass of milk.

Faris smiled at her. He wasn't looking at all like the same Faris who was so distant with Raima. He held the glass in his one hand while grabbing Ajwa's wrist with the other. Placing the glass on the table, he pushed her onto his lap. Regarding her calmly, he slowly brushed her cheekbones.

"Why aren't you having rest? Since I came here, I am seen you are just standing all the time," he said.

"I do take rest but not so irregularly in time," she chuckled.

He narrowed his eyes at her. "Sunshine, rest is necessary for you now."

She blinked her eyes. "I know but my mother says that activity is better in this condition than just complete rest."

Faris nodded. "You are right to some extent but I don't want you to take any stress now. You have had it enough already."

"I am not taking any stress, Faris," Ajwa mumbled. "You are back and I am very happy and satisfied now."

His lips spread and then he intertwined their fingers. "I love you so much. I never knew I would again embrace this emotion but here I am so proud to declare that I am head over heels for you, Sunshine."

Ajwa raised a brow. "For real?"

"Do you have any ambiguity yet?" He asked.

Ajwa shook her head. "No way. Because since I am in love with you, I can see the same fire in your eyes as I have in mind for you."

Faris beamed and then touched their noses together. "That's right."

After that, he gently stroked her lips while his eyes locked on them. Such an obvious display of emotion Ajwa saw in them and it pleased her. Faris brought her near to him by placing a hand over her back. He pressed his lips on the mole on her throat and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Faris clasped her waist tightly as he rested his face on her shoulder. She closed her eyes as their hug got deeper.

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That day as Faraan was successful in purchasing the translated version of the Holy Quran from a nearby bookstore, he felt like he found the most valuable thing in this world. He wanted to repent for his sins. All of the bad deeds that occurred by his hand, tongue, and heart, he wanted to rectify it all. He was very ashamed of what he did. In all his life, he was living in filth and he was a fool for thinking that he was a gold. While in reality, he was just a grime. He didn't know whether his crimes were worth forgiving in Allah SWT's court or not. What he did was horrible and beyond any redemption.

But one thing he was that Almighty Allah did forgive a person even if he had been coated by errors with just one heartfelt apology.

Faraan couldn't find any peace now. He knew his calm was just in Allah's remembrance. Nothing was fascinating to him other than it. He had perhaps started feeling the beauty of Islam. Its grace had enlightened his dull self as well.

After buying the Holy Book, Faraan paid the price and then came out of the shop. The weather was very hot that day. The sun was at its full might, giving its intense orange rays on the whole surrounding. Faraan felt like he would get melt from its heat. He walked on the side of the road gradually.

Finding a bus stop, Faraan went near its shadow and then sat on the bench. He then opened the beautiful Book in his hand. He kissed its cover. After flipping a few pages, he came across Surah Fatiha; the same surah which he had read that day but didn't know it was about. But right now, he has an Urdu translation for this. Here, he could easily get to know about what Allah SWT was saying. Faraan then started reciting it in a low voice.