His Nostalgic Love | Halal ff | thv

~ Part 28 ~

"Listen to 'Promise' by Jimin ♡."

When they entered the main gate, Aira's panic surged, and she looked at Ahmed with pleading eyes. "Ahmed, let's go back, I don't wanna go, please, take me to the madarasa instead, I can't face appa," she begged, her voice trembling like a leaf. She was behaving like a baby, her eyes welling up with tears, her lower lip quivering, as she slightly pulled his shirt, but didn't touch him, and moved to get out of the house. Then, just as she was about to escape, he held her abaya from the back and pulled her gently, and she turned, and found him so close to her, (but not that close) and got lost in the depths of his eyes. Then, in his deep, husky voice, he whispered, "I've already told you, when I'm with you, you don't have to fear anyone.....I said anyone. I'll fight the whole world for you, and only you, and I won't even consider your father's presence. Just trust me once, Aira.."

She was about to say something again, but he gently silenced her with a gentle "Shh", his eyes locked on hers, his face inches from hers, but not touching. "Shh, Aira," he whispered, his voice low and soothing, making her heart race even faster. She felt herself getting lost in his gaze, falling for him all over again, her resistance crumbling with each passing moment. The way he looked at her, with so much love and care, made her feel like she was the only person in the world, and she couldn't help but surrender to his charm.

Then they entered and saw Mr. Fahad watching TV in the lounge. Mr. Fahad came over and hugged Ahmed, saying, "Ahmed, my son!" They embraced, and then Mr. Fahad's gaze fell on Aira. He was about to shout at her, but Ahmed intervened, "Uncle, please don't scold her, it's not her fault, please, for my sake and my father's sake, don't say anything to her. She's innocent, it's not her mistake." Then he looked at Ahmed and said, "I'm only forgiving her because of you, Ahmed. Otherwise, she wouldn't have gotten off so easily. You don't know what she's done." Ahmed knew what he was referring to, but remained silent, knowing that his uncle wouldn't believe him until he discovered the truth himself. Just then, Mr. Fahad received a call and excused himself, patting Ahmed's shoulder before heading out into the garden. Then Safia came in and saw Aira, and Aira ran towards her, and they both hugged each other tightly, Safia crying and saying,
"Belle, my love, where had you gone? You didn't even think about us, your family! You didn't even consider us, and you left us behind," Safia exclaimed, tears streaming down her face. Aira smiled through her tears and said, "I'm so sorry, Eomma. I promise I'll never do something like this again." Ahmed smiled, understanding that Aira had finally realized her mistake and was promising to obey him. Then they pulled apart, and Safia beckoned Ahmed to come closer. She hugged him tightly and kissed his forehead, saying, "Ahmed, thank you so much, my child. If you weren't there, I don't know where she would have gone." Ahmed smiled, looking at Aira, who was already gazing at him, and they exchanged a warm smile.

AFTER 2 MONTHS

Aira was busy with house chores, as she wasn't going outside. She spent her time painting and planting, which were her hobbies. Meanwhile, Ahmed decided to take over his father's business, as Umer had left everything behind. It became Ahmed's responsibility to manage the business. Ahmed and Aira hadn't met each other recently because Ahmed was so busy, and he also decided it wasn't the right time for both of them to meet. Ayeza, on the other hand, was taking care of her health and baby. She started a beauty salon, fulfilling her dream, with Mr. Fahad's permission. However, Mr. Fahad still wasn't kind to Aira and mostly didn't talk to her. Aira usually had her dinner in her room. Rohan was in Canada with his family, managing the business there. He heard about Aira's divorce but couldn't do anything for her as it was too late.

At 10 PM, after finishing her Esha prayer, Aira decided to take some fresh air on the balcony. As she entered the balcony, memories of her first night of marriage flooded back. She remembered how she lied to Ahmed about needing fresh air when she already had a balcony in her room. Ahmed had made food for her at midnight because she hadn't eaten since the previous day. She smiled at these memories when her phone rang. She picked it up, returned to the balcony, and sat down on a chair.