His Nostalgic Love | Halal ff | thv

~ Part 51 ~

As Aira's pregnancy progressed into its final month, Ahmed was not going to office because of Aira. Aira's devotion to her faith remained steadfast. Despite the physical challenges and discomfort, she made sure to pray Namaz regularly, finding solace and strength in her spiritual connection. One evening, as the golden rays of the setting sun filtered through the curtains, Aira prepared for Maghrib prayer. She performed her wudu, the ritual washing, and laid out her prayer mat in the corner of their bedroom.

Ahmed watched her from the doorway, a gentle smile on his face. The way she moved, even with the added weight of their unborn child, was a testament to her grace and devotion. He felt a deep sense of admiration and love for her, knowing how much effort it took for her to maintain her religious practices during this time.

Aira began her prayer, her voice a soft murmur as she recited the verses from the Quran. She moved through the different positions of the prayer with care, bowing and prostrating with a serenity that seemed to transcend her physical state. Her face glowed with a peaceful radiance, her eyes closed in concentration, her lips forming the sacred words.

Ahmed stepped into the room quietly, not wanting to disturb her. He leaned against the wall, watching her with a heart full of love and respect. The sight of her praying, her devotion evident in every movement, filled him with a profound sense of awe.

As Aira finished her prayer and raised her hands for dua, Ahmed approached her silently. She whispered her supplications, asking for the health and safety of their baby, for strength in the coming days, and for the continued blessing of their love and marriage. When she finally said "Ameen" and lowered her hands, Ahmed knelt beside her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Belle," he said softly, his voice full of emotion. "You are so beautiful when you pray. Your faith and devotion inspire me every day."

Aira turned to look at him, a gentle smile on her lips. "Ahmed, my love, it is our faith that gives me strength. Praying helps me feel closer to Allah and brings me peace, especially now."

Ahmed took her hands in his, kissing them tenderly. "I see that. And it brings me peace to see you so connected to your faith. It reminds me how lucky I am to have you as my wife and the mother of our child."

Aira blushed slightly, the warmth of his words filling her heart. "You are my greatest blessing, Ahmed. Every prayer I say includes a thank you to Allah for bringing you into my life."

They sat together on the prayer mat, their hands intertwined, sharing a moment of quiet reflection and deep connection. The room was filled with a peaceful silence, the only sound the faint rustling of the curtains in the evening breeze.

Ahmed leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "I love you. And I will always support you, in your faith and in every other way."

Aira rested her head on his shoulder, feeling the comfort and strength of his presence. "And I love you. Thank you for always being there for me."

As they sat there, the bond between them felt stronger than ever, fortified by their shared faith and unwavering love. Together, they faced the challenges and joys of their journey, united in heart and soul.

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The next day, Aira was making pasta in the kitchen of their upstairs portion. Because she was pregnant and couldn't go up and down the stairs frequently, Ahmed had arranged everything she needed in this kitchen. Previously, the kitchen wasn't used often since they usually had dinner downstairs, but now it was set up for Aira's convenience so she wouldn't have to go downstairs.

Ahmed came up behind her and hugged her. In no time, he slid his hand under her shirt and started to caress her belly. His hand moved upward, and he noticed something. "You're not wearing your-" he began.