Abuja, Nigeria.
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Four days had passed since Amna and Aslam returned to Abuja.
Amna stood in front of her vanity, in the closet with a ton of makeup products in front of her, she regretted not booking a makeup artist, she wanted to do a simple no makeup glam on her face but was running out of time and didn't want to keep Mami waiting, the wushe wushe was starting in an hour time.
She quickly finished off with a red fenty lipstick and smacked her lips. Satisfied, she picked up a bottle of Sakura Aqua di Parma from the vanity and spritzed a generous amount over her silk dress in another shade of pink that matched her laffaya.
The scent mingled with the heavenly scent of bakhoor still burning, with her laffaya smoking over a khabbasa. She took it off the rattan khabbasa, and draped it over her arm with a sense of satisfaction. Before leaving, she took a final glance in the mirror, adjusting her jewelry. Perfect.
She found Aslam having a zoom meeting with his team and a client in their living room and despite the seriousness etched across his features, his gaze flicked up the moment she appeared. His eyes lingered.
She froze for a second, catching the way his gaze softened, and the corners of his lips twitching into a smile slightly as his eyes roved over her from head to toe. Heat rushed to her cheeks, and she quickly retreated back into the room, not wanting to distract him.
Once inside the closet, she moved to the shoe rack, carefully assessing her options. Her fingers hovered over two choices—a pair of baby pink Gina block heels with Swarovski crystal embellishments and blue René Caovilla heels. She bit her lip, indecisive.
Aslam appeared in the doorway, his tall frame filling the space. He walked towards her, his footsteps quiet on the plush carpet, until he was standing beside her.
His eyes dropped to the shoes in her hands before shifting back to her face. A slow, appreciative smile curved his lips.
"You're ready?" he asked.
Amna nodded.
"Go easy with the perfume, babe," he reminded her gently. "I love it, but you know... haraam."
She frowned slightly. "Is it too much? Should I change?" Her eyes searched his, seeking his approval.
Aslam shook his head, the smile still tugging at his lips. "You don't have to. It's not very strong. Just be cautious, yeah?"
"Okay." She nodded, her fingers fidgeting with the shoes in her hands. "Which shoes should I wear?" She raised both pairs for him to see.
He studied them thoughtfully before pointing to the pink pair. "The pink one."
Amna hesitated. "But I'm holding a blue clutch. Should I still wear the pink? Or should I go with the blue?"
Aslam considered it for a moment, then smiled. "How about you try both on?"
Before she could respond, he gently lifted her by the waist and placed her on the island in the centre of the closet.
She gasped softly. "Babeee, your arm hasn't fully recovered."
"You're not heavy ai. At all." He chuckled and took both pairs of shoes from her hands and knelt in front of her.
He slipped one pink onto her foot easily and the blue as well, adjusting the strap of the slingback. His eyes moved up to meet hers, and he smiled. "Pink. Definitely. But maybe change the clutch?"
Amna pouted, clearly favoring the blue shoes. "Whyyy?"
Aslam's gaze dropped to her henna-covered feet. "Because the blue ones don't hide the henna. And..."
