𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 ✓

-45-

The soft, early light barely touched the room when I gently shook Naaz's shoulder, whispering her name to wake her for Fajr Namaz. She mumbled something and shifted, showing her reluctance to get out of bed. I chuckled softly, continuing to nudge her until she finally opened her eyes, looking at me with a sleepy smile. Slowly, we both rose, performed wudu, and prayed together, side by side. I couldn't help but feel a sense of peace-one that came from sharing this moment of devotion with my wife.

Once our prayers were complete, we returned to bed, cuddling close under the blankets. I closed my eyes, hoping to drift back to sleep, but sleep was far from me. I felt Naaz's fingers softly playing with mine, tracing little circles that stirred something warm in my chest. I opened my eyes and glanced down at her, a smile tugging at my lips.

"Not feeling sleepy?" I asked, giving her hair a gentle caress.

"No," she replied softly.

A playful thought crossed my mind. "Want to do something fun?" I asked, letting my fingers linger in her hair as I looked down at her with a hint of mischief.

She was silent for a moment, her eyes searching mine thoughtfully. Then, she grinned, surprising me with, "Let's have sex, Siddique."

Her boldness left me speechless. This was my Naaz-unafraid, confident-and it was one of the many things I loved about her.

"This is what you wanted, right?" she teased, a naughty smile lighting up her face.

I chuckled, nodding. "Of course. But I was wondering if you were ready or not."

She moved on top of me, her eyes flashing with excitement as she leaned down, her warm breath brushing against my cheek. "I already made a promise to you, remember?"

"I do," I murmured, smiling as I reached up, pulling her close, capturing her lips in a slow, gentle kiss.

It was soft at first, unhurried, as we tasted each other, our lips moving in perfect harmony. I could feel her relax into me, her fingers running through my hair, sending shivers down my spine. The kiss deepened, our movements becoming more intense, our passion building. Our hands roamed, exploring the contours of each other's bodies. Her skin was soft under my fingertips, warm, inviting.

A soft groan escaped me, and I murmured against her lips, "God! Naaz, I need you," feeling her press against me, her hardened nipples brushing against my chest, sending a surge of desire through me.

She pulled back slightly, her hands cupping my face, and looked into my eyes with so much love that it made my heart swell. "I'm ready to be yours by all means."

"Are you sure?" I asked, still cautious, remembering her words from before.

"Yes, I'm sure. I'm more than sure," she replied with a firm smile, her eyes shining with conviction.