FALLING IN LOVE WITH MRS.KHAN (COMPLETED)

Chapter 33:- Back to home 🏠

As the sun began to set, casting a warm orange glow over the city, Muskan and Aman finally arrived home. The journey had been emotionally taxing for both of them after the terrifying incident that could have changed their lives forever. Their car pulled up to the grand gate of the family home, and as soon as they stepped out Zoha and zainab rushed toward with tearful eyes and open arms.

Zoha enveloped her daughter in a tight embrace, her voice trembling with emotion. "Mussu, are you alright? You didn't get hurt? Are you okay?"
She asked her hands trembling as they cupped muskan's face. Her concern was palpable and muskan could feel the weight of her mother's love in every word.

Zainab joined in, her own tears streaming as she placed a comforting hand on muskan's shoulder."Beta, Did something happen to you? How scared we were." She said softly, her voice breaking with relief.

Muskan shook her head, trying to assure them both despite the lingering fear in her heart. "Mom, Ammi, I am fine, nothing happened to me." She said her voice was steady yet soft. Her words did little to calm the storm of worry in their eyes, but they nodded, knowing that seeing her safe was a blessing in itself.

Aman stood by, his face calm but his heart heavy. He had been muskan's pillar of strength throughout the ordeal, but even he couldn't shake off the unease that clung to him. Zoha turned to him gratitude shining in her eyes. "Aman beta, My daughter is safe today because of you, May Allah protect you always." She said her words a heartfelt prayer.

After some more reassurance, the family moved inside. The warmth of the home seemed to embrace them all, offering a small sense of normalcy after the chaos they had faced. The living room buzzed with quiet chatter as everyone tried to make sense of what had happened. Mahek and Zunaisha, who had been her lifeline during the incident, also joined in ensuring she felt surrounded by love and support.

After a while, Aman noticed muskan growing quieter. He understood that she needed space to process everything, so he gently suggested.

" Jaan, let's go, you need rest."
She silently nodded, and the two excused themselves to retreat to their room.

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In their bedroom muskan and Aman sat on the edge of the bed, the weight of the day's events finally settling in. The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioner. Muskan broke the silence, turning to Aman with tears filled eyes.

" Aman," she whispered, her voice trembling. She moved closer, wrapping her arms around him tightly, " Main bahot dar gayi thi...mujhe laga tha ki me aapko kabhi dobara nhi dekh paungi." Her words came out in a rush, each one carrying the fear she had bottled up until now.
(I was so scared...I thought I'd never seen you again.)

Aman's arms encircled her protectively as he rested his chin on the top of her head. "Jaan, aapko darne ki zarurat nahi hai, me hamesha aapke sath hoon." He said softly, his voice was steady but filled with emotions. "Kuch bhi ho jaye me aapko kabhi akela nahi chodunga."
( Jaan, you don't need to be afraid, I am always with you...No matter what happens, I will never leave you alone.)

Muskan pulled back slightly to look into his eyes, her own glistening with unshed tears. "Aman, aap meri zindagi ho. Agar aap na hote, toh pata nahi kya hota." She said her voice was cracking. (Aman, you are my life. If you were not there I don't know what would have happened.")

Aman gently wiped a tear that had escaped down her cheeks. "Aur aap meri dua ho, jaan. Allah ka shukr hai ki aap mere sath ho aur safe ho." (And you are my blessing, jaan. Thank Allah that you are with me and safe.)

His words seemed to calm her. A small smile tugged at her lips as she whispered. "Hum Allah ka shukr Ada karte hai, Aman. Aaj ki raat namaz padhenge or uska shukrana karenge." (We thank Allah, Aman. Tonight we will offer namaz and thank him.)

Aman nodded, his expression solemn yet peaceful. "Bilkul, jaan Humein hamesha uska shukr Ada karna chahiye." (Of course, jaan. We should always thank him.")

The two performed ablution together, their movements synchronized as if they had rehearsed this moment a thousand times. Their hearts were heavy, but the act of preparing for prayer brought a sense of calm to their chaotic thoughts.

As they spread their prayer mats side by side, the room filled with a serene silence. Aman led the prayer, his voice steady as he recite verses of the Qur'an. Muskan stood behind him, her hands raised in supplication, her heart pouring out gratitude for their safety and for the love they shared.

After completing their salah, they sat on the mats, their hands raised in dua. Muskan's voice was soft but full of conviction as she prayed. "Ya Allah, Tera shukr hai ke tu ne humein is mushkil waqt mein bacha liya. Hamein hamesha apni hifazat mein rakhna aur hamein ek doosre ke liye mazboot banaye rakhna." ("Ya Allah, thank you that you saved humanity in this difficult time. We must always protect ourselves and be strong for each other.")

Aman's voice joined her's, a quiet affirmation of their shared faith.
"Ameen."

When they finally lay down to rest, the atmosphere in the room was lighter. Aman pulled muskan close, her head resting against his chest. "Jaan, jo bhi ho, mujhe hamesha bata diya karo. Tumhare dard ko samajhna aur door karna mera farz hai."
He said his tone firm yet gentle. ("Jaan, whatever happens always tell me. It is my duty to understand and relieve your pain.")

Muskan nodded, her eyes closing as she felt the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "Aman, aap mere sab kuch ho. Aapke bina meri zindagi adhuri hai." She murmured her voice heavy with sleep. ("Aman you are my everything, my life is incomplete without you.")

As they drifted off, the events of the day seemed like a distant memory. What remained was the unwavering bond between them and the silent promise they had made to each other: to cherish and protect the love they shared, no matter what challenges life threw their way.

The night deepened, but within the walls of their room, peace and gratitude prevailed.

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