**BOOK THREE IN THE UNCONDITIONALLY SERIES** IT'S BEST TO READ 'UNCONDITIONALLY' AND THEN 'IRREVOCABLY' FIRST.
*The darkest book in the Unconditionally series.*
Rohaan Rehan Tariq is now a detective, working to solve the most serious crimes. He has...
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Yamna
I was reading a book downstairs in the living room at around one in the morning, when I heard a creak. My heart pounded hard, and I glanced up.
Fareeda Nano walked in, making me sigh in relief. At least it wasn't a serial killer (like the one in the book that I was reading!). She wore silky blue pyjamas, with a button-down shirt, as well as bedroom slippers. "Oh, you're awake! Do you have a fan?"
"A fan?" I was confused.
"It's hot. In Toronto, in our home, we have air-conditioners everywhere! Here, my room doesn't have one!" She grumbled.
"Due to the British climate, there's isn't really a requirement for air-conditioners yet." I shrugged. "I think we do have a spare fan in the garage."
"Be a dear and bring it for me." She sat down on a sofa, fanning herself with a handheld fan.
I thought about bringing the big revolving fan on my own from the garage while pregnant. "I'll see if Rohaan is awake. I'll ask him to..."
"Girls today have no regard for their husband's rest and peace." She muttered. "It won't kill you to bring it, dear."
I frowned. I usually had a higher tolerance when it came to people's annoying behaviour, but I was seriously losing my patience with her already.
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Arsalan
"I am not offended." Tahira told me. "We are happy, Alhumdulillah, and your family has wholeheartedly accepted me, so who cares about what a random distant relative thinks about us?" She applied moisturiser to her arms as she prepared for bed.
"Yeah, but still. Who does she think she is, coming into our home and insulting us like this?"
"I don't like what she said about you, Aslan, but when it comes to me, I don't care. We made a mistake, we repented, and I like to believe that our Nikah meant that Allah has forgiven us for that act." She shrugged.
I walked up behind her and placed my hands on her shoulders. "You're my favourite dua-come-true."
