Paasban

Chapter 19

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Musa's POV:

I woke up to the soft glow of morning light streaming through the curtains, warm and peaceful. But what made this moment even better was the weight of Zyra nestled against me, her head resting on my chest. I couldn’t help but smile as I stared down at her, sleeping so soundly, her features relaxed, the tiniest hint of a smile on her lips.

It still felt surreal. She was my wife—my Zyra.

I shifted slightly, not wanting to wake her, but just enough so I could brush a strand of hair away from her face. She stirred a little but didn’t wake up, her hand tightening around mine.

I felt a warmth spread through me, something beyond happiness. This was it. This was what I had been waiting for. To have her here, with me, in my arms. I had imagined this moment so many times, and yet, nothing could have prepared me for how perfect it felt in reality.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and she blinked her eyes open slowly. When she looked up at me, her sleepy eyes met mine, and for a second, I saw that spark of confusion before it turned into recognition and then into something softer, warmer.

“Good morning,” I whispered, brushing my thumb gently over her knuckles.

She yawned, stretching a little against me, her face adorably scrunched up before she smiled. “Good morning,” she replied, her voice groggy and soft.

I chuckled, still amazed at how beautiful she looked, even after waking up. “You sleep okay?”

She nodded, her hand lazily tracing circles on my chest. “Yeah... actually, really well.”

I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face. “Well, you were in good company.”

She rolled her eyes playfully. “Oh, is that it?” she teased, her voice still thick with sleep.

“Absolutely. There’s nothing more comfortable than waking up with your husband, right?” I said, trying to suppress a laugh.

She blushed a little, tucking her head into my shoulder as if trying to hide. “Don’t make me regret this already,” she mumbled, but I could hear the smile in her voice.

“Never,” I whispered, pulling her even closer, my lips brushing against her forehead. “I’m never going to make you regret this, Zyra.”

And in that moment, as the morning light bathed us in its warmth, I knew there was no place I’d rather be than right here, with her, in this perfect stillness.

"How was the food last night?" I asked, staring down at her, running my fingers absentmindedly through her hair.

"Spicy... too spicy," she said, chuckling softly, her face lighting up as she remembered.

I grinned, shaking my head slightly. "Sorry about that... I didn’t know you didn’t like spicy foods."

She raised an eyebrow playfully. "Well, you know now."

I laughed. "I’ll make a mental note. Less spice next time. Maybe I'll even learn to cook for you."

She turned her head, looking up at me with a teasing smile. "Oh, really? You? Cooking?"