𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 | 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟎𝟏

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟑𝟕

ARZO

We wake up thirty minutes before the jet lands and go back to our seats for the landing.

When we exit the plane, I find a car waiting for us to take us to our resort. After loading our bags into the trunk, we get in the car and let the driver take us to our destination.

After a long drive, we arrive at our resort.

We both get out of the car and the driver opens the trunk before he and Faizan start taking out our bags.

I go to pick up my bag but Faizan stops me by saying, “no.”

I blink at him, he takes the luggage from me and says, “you’re not carrying any of these.”

“Why not?” I sign, “I am stronger than I look, I can carry these.”

“I never said you couldn’t, amar. I don’t want you to carry anything when I’m here. If it were up to me, you wouldn’t have to do any work.”

“That would make me lazy. And if ammi finds out, I’m going to get scolded.”

“I wouldn’t tell a soul.”

He pecks my cheeks and tells me to go inside. I give him thumbs up, sneakily pick up my shoulder bag and rush inside before he stops me.

Our resort stands tall by the ocean with its sleek, contemporary lines and expansive glass walls that reflect the sea. Balconies and terraces provide breathtaking ocean views. Lush, manicured lawns surround the resort, enhancing its beautiful tropical look. A spectacular pool merges with the horizon, surrounded by sun loungers and shaded cabanas.

I make my way to our room to take off my hijab and make wudu.

By the time I step out of the bathroom, I find Faizan present in the room.

“Go fresh up, I’ll pull out our prayer mats.” I sign to him.

“Okay.”

With a kiss on my head, he disappears into the bathroom and I open one of our luggage to take out our prayer mats.

I pull out my phone and check the direction of the Kaaba then place the prayer mats according to it.

I put on my hijab just when Faizan steps out of the bathroom.

He stands beside me on the prayer mat and kisses my head making me smile then we start offering Salah.

After offering Salah, like always, Faizan does dhikr on my fingers while I rest my head on his shoulder.

When he’s done, he interlocks our fingers together and kisses my knuckles, my smile widens. I look up at him, locking my eyes with him.

“You haven’t eaten for a while.” he says, his thumb caressing my knuckles, “let’s head to the restaurant and eat before we do something else.”

I nod in agreement. We both get up and I make my way towards my bag to take out my outfit while Faizan puts away our prayer mats.

I go into the bathroom, take a shower and change into a white oversized white shirt and a long beige skirt.

I exit the bathroom so Faizan can go in.

I pair my outfit with white sneakers, a beige hijab and put the necklace Faizan gave me back around my neck.

I pack my tote bags with necessities needed for the beach. I’ll ask Faizan to go to the beach after lunch.

Faizan steps out of the bathroom dressed in a plain white shirt with a beige flannel over it and beige trousers. The white shirt traces out his muscles, thankfully the flannel doesn’t drag your eyes to trace out his muscles.