AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Hello, everyone!
I just wanted to take a moment to express my heartfelt gratitude to those who enjoy and appreciate my book for what it is.
Honestly, the main purpose of my writing isn't to chase followers, votes, or popularity. I've never set conditions like publishing a new chapter only after reaching a certain number of votes. My genuine aim has always been simple: to make my readers smile and laugh through my stories.
Funny and romcoms are my favorite genres, so sometimes my book leans more towards comedy than romance. And I'm okay with that—it's what I love to create. Recently, though, someone was quite rude, criticizing my writing and claiming I "cover up my lack of skill of writing a good book" with humor and "stupid" comebacks (their words, not mine).
Did it affect me? Not at all. In fact, it reminded me of how grateful I am for you—my amazing readers. Your sweet comments, support, and encouragement mean the world to me.
Thank you for being part of this journey. Much love to you all! 🩷
Anyway, happy reading!
S H A R I Q' S P O V
It's only been two days since I last saw her, yet these two days have felt endless. I realized I'd fallen for her long before we married, but back then, it was different—I could go days, months, even years without her. Now, though, the thought of a single day apart feels unbearable.
I fear what she might be thinking after hearing my confession. What will she do? What will her next move be? Only Allah knows.
"Chalein beta?" Mom's voice came softly from the passenger seat.
(Let's go, dear?)
Mom and I were in my car, heading toward my sasural. You might wonder why. It's a bit of a story, but essentially, Mom has decided to host a dawat for the newlyweds—Nabia Appi, her husband, and other relatives.
(Sasural: in-laws;
Dawat: dinner gathering;
Appi: elder sister.)
So, she's invitng her daughter-in-law, Umèma, as well. I hope she feels comfortable joining us. To be honest, I'm also looking forward to seeing her. It would be a pleasure to have her at tomorrow's dawat.
When we arrived, I rang the bell, and there she was—Umèma, welcoming us with her gentle smile.
The sight of her made my heart skip a beat. She looked as ethereal as ever, her face bright and innocent, her soft cheeks inviting a warmth that made me want to reach out.
"Asalamualaikum, Aun- Mom," she said, wrapping Mom in a warm hug.
"Walaikumasalam sweetheart." Mom replied entering in as Umèma's Mom welcomed her.
"Asalamualaikum begum." I smiled at her. I am telling you for a slightest second I witnessed blush crept her cheeks. Was I being delusional?
(Begum: wife.)
"Walaikumasalam pagal." She boasted.
(Pagal: fool.)
"Tumhare pyaar mein hi toh pagal hu."
(I am fool in your love.)
"Ew! Were you always this cringe?" She spoke making faces. Cutie.
"Tum kabhi nahi samjhogi." I shook my head at her as we both walked in.
(You'd never understand.)
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