When the event ended, everyone gradually made their way home. It was now 1 a.m., and the house had finally settled into a peaceful silence. Ahmed and Aira entered their room, exhausted but content from the evening's celebrations. Aira sank onto the bed, sighing deeply as the fatigue from the long day set in. Ahmed joined her, sitting beside her and gently rubbing her back.
"Alhamdulillah, everything went smoothly," he said with a smile.
"Yes, Alhamdulillah," Aira echoed, her voice soft with satisfaction. She leaned her head on Ahmed's shoulder, finding comfort in his presence. "You know... at the event, everyone kept saying I looked like Pari's sister," she chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
Ahmed smiled, turning slightly to look at her. "Well, they're not wrong. Even in your 40s, you haven't changed a bit. Maybe just a little more weight, but otherwise, you're still as fresh as you were in college."
Aira laughed, the sound light and musical. "College! Oh, those were the days."
Ahmed grinned, a playful glint in his eyes. "And you know," he said, his tone dropping a notch, "I like you even more with that little bit of weight gain."
Aira looked up at him, her curiosity piqued by the mischievous look on his face. His hand gently traced a line from her head down to her cheeks, then to her lips, and further down to her chin and jawline. His touch was soft, yet it sent a shiver through her.
"You know the best part about this?" he murmured, his voice low and intimate.
Aira hummed softly, her heart fluttering as his fingers trailed down to her neck, making her skin tingle. He continued down, his hand brushing against her cleavage, and then, with a gentle push, he laid her down on the bed.
With his hands now resting on her chest, he whispered, "Now your little babies fit perfectly in my big hands."
Aira's breath hitched at his words, her eyes widening slightly as she felt a wave of heat rush through her. "What... do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ahmed leaned in closer, brushing his lips softly against hers before pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. "Before you got pregnant... they were too small for my big hands. But now..." He squeezed gently, causing her to gasp, her body reacting to his touch. His eyes were dark with desire, and his voice dropped to a husky whisper, "Now they’re just perfect."
Aira's cheeks flushed as she felt the intensity of his gaze. She was about to say something, but her words caught in her throat when he began to trail kisses down her neck, his hands continuing to explore her body with a newfound reverence.
"Ahmed..." she breathed out, her voice trembling with a mix of emotions.
He paused, his lips hovering just above her collarbone, his eyes locking onto hers. "Yes, my love?"
Aira placed her hands on his chest, feeling the warmth of his body beneath her fingertips. "I love you," she whispered, her heart full of affection and gratitude.
A smile spread across Ahmed's face, his eyes softening as he leaned in to kiss her forehead. "I love you too. More than you'll ever know."
She smiled, feeling a deep connection between them in that moment. "But," she said softly, placing a hand on his chest to stop him from going any further, "let's not rush things tonight. I'm really tired."
Ahmed looked at her, concern flickering in his eyes. He immediately softened, his teasing demeanor giving way to care. "Of course, my love. Rest is important."
He helped her settle comfortably into bed, pulling the covers over her. He then lay down beside her, wrapping an arm around her protectively. Aira nestled into his embrace, feeling safe and cherished. As she drifted off to sleep, she felt Ahmed’s gentle kisses on her forehead, a reminder of the deep bond they shared.
