LOVE, BATOUL

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Hi🙊 So, vacation is over, back to writing it seems🥲

I'm so happy to be back shaaa, I missed y'all. Who has missed Bash and Fatimè? Because I did🙊

Ooh this chapter, ooh 🙈

Kawai just read, Imma shut my mouth now and let y'all dive into it.

Enjoy!

Bashir gazed at his beloved Fatimè, his heart brimming with gratitude to Allah for blessing him with such a treasure. "My dearest Fatimè," He murmured tenderly, "you are the light of my life. I am endlessly thankful to my Rabb for gifting me with you—to love, to cherish, and to protect." He held her close, resting her head against his chest, and softly kissed the top of her head, as if sealing his vow of eternal devotion.

Batoul inhaled deeply, savoring the familiar fragrance that brought her unparalleled peace and comfort—As Batoul breathed in, the sweet aroma enveloped her, transporting her to a realm of tranquility. The scent, her sacred sanctuary, wrapped around her like a warm embrace, soothing her frazzled nerves. It was as if the very essence of serenity had been distilled into this one, intoxicating fragrance- her favorite scent in the world, a gentle reminder of solace and serenity.

As they finally relinquished their embrace, Bashir and Batoul shared a tender smile, their eyes still aglow with affection. With a gentle nod, they decided to refresh themselves before heading to the hotel restaurant for dinner.

The city's infamous traffic had delayed their journey by over two hours, but now, as the evening unfolded, they were savoring every moment together.

As the Maghrib prayer's melodic call filled the air, Batoul refreshed herself in the ensuite. Cool water soothed her travel-weary skin, and soft vanity lights illuminated her revitalized features.

Emerging, her bright, polished eyes sparkled, and her skin glowed with a soft golden undertone. Yet, a faint whisper of jet lag lingered, a testament to the long journey to this romantic haven.

With a heart full of gratitude, she joined her loved one, enveloped by the sweet scent of jasmine and evening birdsong, blending in harmony with the prayer's haunting melody.

He led her in prayers, and upon completion, he turned around to face her while he held her hand and used her palmer creasers for adhkar. They both finished getting dressed in casual fits as they headed to the restaurant. Their hands were entwined because Batoul is like a drug, to which Bashir is heavily addicted.

As they settled into the cozy two-seater couch facing the pool, a courteous waiter presented them with menus which were in a tablet set on the table, greeting them with a warm smile. "Welcome, Ma, welcome, Sir." Batoul's eyes widened as she scanned the extensive menu, featuring a diverse array of cuisines.

Overwhelmed by the choices, Batoul reclined into the plush couch, content to let Bashir take the reins. She cherished moments like these, where she could effortlessly surrender her decision-making to him, allowing her mind to unwind and simply be present. With a gentle sigh, she relaxed, trusting Bashir to select the perfect dishes for their evening together.

Using the tablet on the table, Bashir placed their orders and waited a few minutes before the starters arrived. He chose simple, chicken spring rolls and chili sauce with slices of baby cucumbers in Teriyaki Sauce.

As they waited for their food, Batoul and her husband engaged in small talk. "I was at our place yesterday. Most of it is nearly finished, and they've started putting the furniture together," Bashir mentioned casually while scrolling through his phone.