𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

26

Airah POV:

It's only been a couple of months since I arrived here, and to my surprise, I've adapted to the new environment very quickly. My days have fallen into a comfortable routine. Every morning, I wake up early to prepare breakfast for Arsalan. I pack his lunch in a tiffin, making sure it's something he'll enjoy, and see him off with a smile.

The house feels quiet after he leaves, so I keep busy, tidying up and planning the day. By the time Arsalan returns in the evening, I'm eagerly waiting. We often cook dinner together. After dinner, we wash the dishes together, a small but comforting ritual that makes the house feel warm and alive.

In between these daily tasks, I've been spending time with Alana. We've become fast friends, and she’s been a wonderful guide to my new surroundings. She even took me grocery shopping, showing me the best places to buy fresh produce and local delicacies. Our outings are filled with laughter and shared stories, making me feel connected and less lonely.

These simple routines and newfound friendships have woven themselves into the fabric of my days, creating a sense of belonging. It almost feels like... home.

I look out of the window as I wait for Arsalan to come back. The sun has already set, and a while earlier when I called Arsalan he said he'd be back in fifteen minutes. He got a bit late today because he had to go somewhere with Adam. Arsalan’s been acting a bit weird lately, like he's trying to keep his distance.

But it doesn't bother me, right? I mean, why would it? I’m totally fine. Just standing here, staring out the window, not waiting for him or anything. Nope, not bothered at all by his strange behavior. After all, it's not like I care or anything......right? Okay maybe I do care a little. But I try to ignore it as much as possible. After all, isn't this all just temporary?

As the door creaks open and gently shuts, I catch the familiar sound of someone entering our home. "Assalamualaikum," I greet warmly, a smile already forming on my lips.

"Walaikum assalam," he responds, returning my smile as he bends down to unlace his shoes before stepping into the living room. With a gentle grace, he places his jacket and a grocery bag filled with tantalizing ingredients on the countertop.

Curiosity piqued, I peer into the grocery bag, my eyes lighting up at the sight of colorful sprinkles, rich icing, and an array of baking essentials neatly nestled within. "Ye kis liye?" I inquire, turning to face him with a mixture of surprise and delight.

He turns around, meeting my gaze with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "For baking cake," he replies, his voice tinged with excitement.

"You're baking?" I question, unable to hide my astonishment.

A grin spreads across his face as he clarifies, "No. 'We' are baking."

My heart skips a beat at the unexpected invitation, a warm rush of happiness flooding through me. "What's the occasion?" I inquire, eager to know the reason behind this sweet gesture.

"Uhh... Consider it as our 3 month anniversary," he replies, his smile softening as he speaks.

I watch as he exits the room, saying that we'll nake the cake together after he takes a bath. In the meantime, I quickly take out all the ingredients and place them neatly on the countertop. By the time I'm done, Arsalan comes out too. Dressed in black tshirt and sweatpants.

As we reluctantly gather the ingredients and equipment for our baking escapade, I can't help but find the situation oddly amusing. "Who would've thought that we'd be baking together?" I chuckle, sharing a knowing glance with Arsalan as we prepare to embark on this unexpected culinary journey.