As Ouahib arrives in town , carrying the weight of a family that has weathered hardships, including parental separation, and the lingering echoes of a once vibrant home, he embarks on a new beginning, yearning for a different chapter.
In contrast...
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"Light brown or a this shade which is a little bit darker?" I ask no one in particular, as I'm picking out our outfits.
Ouahib emerges from the bathroom with just a towel around his lower, which makes me suck a breath, as I turn around to ask him the question which has me wondering.
It is a chilly day and the autumn is slowly gwtting started, so I want to go with a brownish theme for our clothes, which will obviously match.
"It's not like you haven't witnessed anything before," He shrugs nonchalantly and comes to a halt, in front of me.
I stand there, glued to my spot and try not to gawk at his chest which is so well built, I sometimes wonder why my abs haven't started showing.
Because we have been hitting the gym together and as far as I know we also train in the same machines. 'The weights you lift compared to the ones which he lifts is probably why yours haven't started forming yet!' My conscience answered my question and I nodded to myself, agreeing on her point.
"But wait?! You only went for Wudhu, then why have you taken off all of your clothes?" I ask a probably stupid question, bur mastermind.
He chuckles before taking the lights brown Abaya from my hand, which has a beautiful pattern in white, "I knew you would be deciding on our outfits, so I have to take them off anyways, so I took them off and it also was enough clothes for the washing machine, which I started." He explains, taking a look at the abaya and then at me and then again at the other abaya, I have on my other hand.
"Not that the other doesn't suit you, but this light brown one is perfect for today!" He says and hands it to me.
I take the abaya and continue my outfit puzzle and he goes over to the closet and outs the clothes back, I have decided against.
Maybe I created a bit of a mess, but I was about to clean it up, but if my husband is willing to, then it's fine with me.
Once I'm finished with the outfits, I straighten up and look at my master piece. "Wonderful!" I clap my hands and make a little victory dance, until Ouahib interrupts me with a hug from behind.
My heart races, as his naked chest comes in contact with my back, his t-shirt which I've been wearing since morning, is the only cloth separating us.
His hands come to rest around my belly and I lean back in his touch, feeling the warmth radiate from his body, giving me immense warmth.
"You look so irresistible in my t-shirt and my shorts," He whispers in my ear before dropping his head into the crook of my neck, I taking audibly.
