Aşkım-Jannat Kay Pattay FanFiction

4. My light

Jihan opened the car door for himself and stepped out. He picked up his blazer from the back seat and circled the car. By then, Haya had stepped out of the car and was wandering her eyes around. He smiled looking at her curiosity and then he saw her nodding her head.
' So she figured it out! '

He extended his palm to her and tilted his head gesturing ' let's go '. She held his hand in anticipation.

They walked together hand in hand with slow steps. No hurry.

" Why are we here? " She finally asked him meanwhile he circled his arm around her neck such that his elbow rested on her shoulder as if she is not his wife but his best friend. Haya placed her palm on his bare arm. They stepped in the well-lit farm house which was serene and calm. It had a huge lawn and a pool on one side.

" Nothing special " she nodded at his answer, didn't say anything. Few things are too special to be described. They just can't be. And they are beautiful this way.

He handed her over the keys to open the door and he himself disappeared somewhere.

She entered inside. It was just the way it should be. Elegant, simple and homely.

And guess what she found? A huge bouquet of white roses and a huge white box. She picked up the bouquet and took in it's fragrance and smiled. They were fresh!

She settled herself on a couch and opened the box to find a red gown.
' Then he says he doesn't like red ' she thought.

Somebody tell her, she is an exception.

' He must be wearing a black tuxedo ' Haya knew.

' Wear me and keep your hair open, they will suit me better '
( I would like your hair open but I won't say it )

Haya rolled her eyes and ran her fingertips elegantly over the dress. It wasn't a heavy one. It was light with minimal embellishments, full net sleeves which were adorned too and a mathching jewelry set. She looked around for shoes and that's when she found a box under the table with another note.
' They won't be red. He dislikes red heels '

She opened it and smiled. She was right.

It was a beautiful pair of golden heels that would anyway hide under her long gown.

' You know what's my favourite love language?
Efforts. When your partner truly makes efforts for you, to spend time with you, to bring a smile on your face, to know you better, to let you know him better. And I appreciate my man's efforts ' Haya Suleman's smile looked as beautiful as a rose blooming in rain.

' Yes, he isn't good with words but his actions ...they speak louder '

"You have five minutes. Come fast " was written on the note.

" This man is always in hurry. I will take my time " she murmured to herself.

And as she said, she took her time. And when she came out with her eternal grace adorned in her long red gown, her beautifully dressed long waterfall like shiny black hair were on her back with curled hair strands on both sides of her pretty face, a white rose in her hand, Jihan Sikandar couldn't keep his eyes to himself. She looked like a princess. A princess out of fairy-tales. Her onyx mughal eyes filled with kohl always made his heart lose control and drop beats one after another. He looked at her from her head to toe in a daze.

He took his time to adore his wife when her black eyes met his brown ones, she smiled but he couldn't. He was too lost. Too drowned to even react.

Same was the case with Haya. She took in his appearance from his head to toe.
They stood at two opposite ends of the huge lawn.