My Divine being🌹

21.

.. Hammad:"Will you proudly show the world that you belong to me, and I to you, by wearing this ring on your finger, my love?"

Malaak:"I wholeheartedly embrace you as my destiny, enriching my life with your protection and companionship. Together, we will be partners in style and partners in crime, creating a lifetime of cherished mischief and love."

Without touching her, he delicately held the hem of her abaya sleeve, the lightest of tugs guiding her downward. She followed his silent instruction, gracefully lowering herself to his level. As their eyes met, the world around them seemed to blur and fade into insignificance.

In that shared gaze, a profound connection sparked. His eyes, deep and soulful, held a story that spoke directly to her heart. Her eyes, warm and expressive, reflected a blend of curiosity and trust. They were lost in a silent conversation, one that transcended words and spoke of unspoken promises and dreams yet to be discovered.

Hammad : No matter what the future holds, my love, I promise you this: I will never let a single tear fall from your eyes. Darling, you are my heart, my soul, my everything.

Malaak : I will hold you when you're barely holding on. When you need me the most, I'll be your warmth, like a gentle mist protecting you.

The moment felt overwhelmingly profound for Hammad, his heart swelling with emotions he could scarcely contain. He had never imagined that Allah would be so merciful, blessing him with the love of his life. Each day with her felt like a divine gift, a grace he felt unworthy of yet profoundly thankful for.

To have her love was beyond his wildest dreams, a fulfillment of prayers whispered in the solitude of his heart. The more gratitude he expressed, the more he realized it could never suffice to match the depth of his appreciation. His thankfulness was a river, boundless and flowing, yet always feeling too shallow to capture the true extent of his joy. Hammad's heart was a vessel shining with love, perpetually grateful for the mercy that had brought her into his life.

Virginia stood at the window, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she watched the scene unfold outside. Her heart ached with a profound sense of uselessness and vulnerability. The helplessness she felt was a heavy weight on her chest, making each breath a struggle. She pressed her palm against the cool glass, a feeble attempt to bridge the gap between herself and the people she cared about.

Virginia: You are so cherished by God, Malaak, that He blessed you with His most precious gift. I can only wish to be in your place, to feel His love for me as deeply as He does for you, to see Him look at me with the same adoration He shows to you.

After some time, they both stepped inside the house. As Malaak turned around, Virginia swiftly approached her, wrapping her arms around her in a sudden, heartfelt hug.

Virginia: Here, take this and change your clothes. Your Romeo bought it for you.

Malaak: Hammad?

Virginia: Who else? Get changed or you'll catch a cold.

Malaak took the box and made her way to the bathroom. As she opened it, her eyes widened in awe.Malaak: This is so beautiful.Inside the box was a stunning abaya of light sea green color, adorned with delicate, shimmering stones. There was also a matching hijab and niqab of the same matching color. Malaak's fingers traced the delicate patterns on the fabric, her heart swelling with gratitude and excitement. She quickly took a shower, the warm water washing away the fatigue of the day. After drying off, she carefully donned the abaya, feeling the soft material envelop her. She wrapped the hijab around her head, adjusting it perfectly, and then the niqab, completing the look.

Malaak: (to herself in the mirror) This is perfect. I feel like a princess.

She stepped out of the bathroom, her heart racing. Virginia, who was waiting outside, looked up and gasped.