Their fate: Created in pair

Chapter 23

Author's pov:

It was 2 PM when Afra's family, along with Idris's, were set to arrive at the hospital. Idris had just fed her some food, and moments later, the waiting room filled with familiar faces.

Mihra rushed in, tears streaming down her cheeks as she embraced Afra tightly.

After a brief moment of solace, Afra's mother and mother-in-law approached, offering her a gentle hug accompanied by bittersweet smiles.

Today marked her departure from the hospital. After settling the fees and completing the paperwork, Idris gently placed his hands on her shoulders and guided her out.

She felt neither strong nor weak, just an overwhelming sense of fatigue.

Once they arrived home, she collapsed into sleep in Idris's embrace, and he too succumbed to slumber beside her.

Afra stirred awake at Asr, her eyes fluttering open to find Idris peacefully slumbering beside her, still holding her close.

A warm smile graced her lips as she admired his serene expression. After a moment, she decided it was time to rouse him.

"Idris, wake up, it's Asr time," she said softly, giving him a gentle shake.

He slowly blinked awake, a sleepy grin spreading across his face as he playfully pretended to drift back to sleep.

In response, Afra cupped his face and showered him with kisses, prompting Idris to laugh and finally open his eyes.

"Alright, wifey, those kisses have done the trick," he said as he sat up. "It should; I'm going to make wudu, and you’ll need to do the same afterward," she replied, standing by the bathroom door.

As she entered, Idris watched her with pride, knowing that no matter her circumstances, she remained steadfast in her faith.

After she exited the bathroom, Idris followed suit. In the meantime, she arranged the prayer mats.

Once he returned, they both began their prayers together. After finishing, he took her hand to engage in dhikr.

This time, Afra rested her head on his lap, and he tenderly stroked her shoulder as he recited from the Qur'an.

The soothing verses he spoke brought her tranquility, his voice resonating beautifully.

"Have I ever mentioned how beautifully you recite?" Afra remarked after he completed his recitation of the Qur'an.

He chuckled softly, replying, "Jazak Allah khair, my dear wife. I long to hear your voice reciting the Qur'an." With a bright smile, she responded, "Of course." They exchanged a few words before performing the Maghrib prayer.

Idris, ever protective, insisted she remain in bed, bringing food to her and feeding her lovingly. Once they finished eating, he washed his hands and settled beside her, listening intently as she spoke.

However, when Afra suddenly fell silent, Idris looked at her in confusion. "Why did you stop?" he inquired.

"I feel like I'm talking too much," she admitted, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

"I will always listen, no matter how tired or busy I am. Just keep talking; I cherish every word you share," he assured her.

Afra's gaze softened as she cupped his face, saying, "Jazak Allah khair for everything." "Only for you," he replied, kissing her hand.

She smiled and wrapped her arms around his chest, savoring his warmth.

After a lengthy conversation, they prayed Isha and settled into bed. Afra continued to chat, but soon her words faded as she drifted off to sleep.

Idris smiled at her slumbering form and gently kissed her cheek. He turned off the lights and covered them both with the duvets, wrapping his arms around her waist to draw her nearer.

Resting his head against her neck, he inhaled deeply and succumbed to sleep, content in the moment.

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Five weeks had passed since the incident, and Idris had grown increasingly protective.

When Afra expressed her desire to return to university, he initially refused, but after she ignored his objections, he relented.

Her joy was palpable as she embraced him tightly, though a sense of worry gnawed at him. To ensure her safety, he discreetly arranged for bodyguards at her university, all unbeknownst to her, and took it upon himself to drop her off and pick her up.

He waited at the gate, leaning against his car, and soon spotted Afra and Mihra approaching. Waving at them, he was met with their smiles, and Afra rushed to him, exclaiming, "We are graduating in five weeks!" as she wrapped her arms around his biceps.

Idris smiled back, teasing, "So my little wife is finally graduating," while Mihra stifled a laugh, aware of Afra's playful nature.

Afra pouted, released her grip, and playfully pushed him before settling in the back seat. Idris chuckled as he opened the trunk, and Mihra gasped in delight when he presented her with a large bouquet of flowers.

She gave him a thumbs-up, her face lighting up with a childlike grin, and he returned her smile warmly. After handing the bouquet to Afra, who beamed at the larger-than-usual arrangement, he took his place in the driver's seat.

Upon arriving home, they greeted everyone before retreating to their room, where Afra lay on the bed for a few moments before rising to pray Asr and Maghrib with her husband.

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Assalamualaikum guyss! Chotu sa chapter I know, I'm exhausted because of my school 😭. Well Anyway Jazak Allah khair for reading! Pleasee don't forget to vote, it helps me a lot cuties 😭🫶🏻