The first rays of sunlight filtered into the room, casting a soft glow across the floor. Muskan stirred awake, her eyes fluttering open to find Aman already awake, gazing at her with a tender smile.
"Good morning Jaan," Aman said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
Muskan smiled, her voice still heavy with sleep. "Good morning. Why are you up so early?"
Aman leaned closer, his voice playful yet sincere. "Because I wanted to make this day special. It's your last day here before you leave for Hyderabad, and I want you to have nothing but beautiful memories to take with you."
Muskan's eyes softened, and she reached for his hand. "You don't have to do anything extra, Aman. Just being with you makes every day special."
Aman chuckled. "Let me spoil you, Jaan. For today, you're my queen, and I’m at your service."
Muskan laughed. "You’re always so dramatic, Aman. Alright, let’s see what you’ve planned."
Muskan walked into the dining room and stopped in her tracks. The table was filled with her favorite breakfast items—soft, buttery parathas, fluffy pancakes, fresh fruit, and a pot of her beloved chai.
“Aman, did you do all this?” she asked in surprise, her eyes wide.
He nodded, looking pleased with himself. “Of course. You deserve the best, and I didn’t want you to lift a finger today.”
She took a seat, and he poured her a cup of chai, sitting across from her. As they ate, Aman couldn’t help but reminisce.
“Do you remember the first time I tried to make breakfast for you after we got married?” he asked, grinning.
Muskan laughed, nearly choking on her chai. “How could I forget? You burnt the toast, the eggs were half-cooked, and we ended up ordering takeout!”
Aman pretended to look offended. “I was trying to impress you, okay? Besides, I’ve improved since then.”
Muskan smiled warmly. “You’ve always impressed me, Aman. Not because of the big gestures, but because of how much effort you put into making me happy.”
Her words struck a chord, and for a moment, they simply sat there, basking in each other’s presence.
After breakfast, Aman led Muskan to the living room, where a large wooden chest awaited her.
“What’s this?” Muskan asked curiously.
“Open it and see,” Aman said with a mysterious smile.
Muskan opened the chest to find it filled with photo albums, handwritten notes, and little trinkets from their time together. She picked up a small jar filled with folded pieces of paper.
“What are these?” she asked.
“Those are all the little things I love about you,” Aman admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.
Muskan’s eyes welled up as she opened a few notes.
“You never fail to make me laugh.”
“You’re the strongest person I know.”
“You light up my world.”
She looked at him, her voice trembling. “Aman, this is beautiful. When did you even write all these?”
He smiled. “Whenever I thought about how lucky I am to have you, I wrote it down. I wanted you to know how much you mean to me.”
Muskan threw her arms around him, tears streaming down her face. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Aman.”
“And you’re mine Jaan,” he whispered, holding her close.
In the afternoon, Aman and Muskan curled up on the couch with a stack of their favorite books. Muskan selected a novel she had been wanting to read, while Aman chose one of his old favorites.
As they read, Aman occasionally glanced at Muskan, marveling at how engrossed she was. He couldn’t help but break the silence.
“Do you remember the time you forced me to read that sappy romance novel?” he teased.
Muskan looked up, laughing. “Forced? You enjoyed it, Aman. Don’t deny it!”
He smirked. “I tolerated it because you were so passionate about it.”
“You loved it,” Muskan insisted, playfully nudging him.
“Fine, I liked it,” Aman admitted. “But only because you kept stopping to explain why the characters reminded you of us.”
Muskan giggled, resting her head on his shoulder. “It’s because they were perfect together, just like us.”
Aman kissed the top of her head. “You make everything perfect, Jaan.”
Later, Aman presented Muskan with a small velvet box.
“What’s this?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
“Open it and see,” he said, watching her expectantly.
Inside was a delicate bracelet adorned with tiny charms—a heart, a star, and a book.
“It’s beautiful,” Muskan whispered, running her fingers over the charms. “What do they mean?”
“The heart is for our love, the star represents all the wishes I’ve made for your happiness, and the book... well, that’s for the endless stories we’ve shared and will continue to share.”
Muskan looked at him, tears brimming in her eyes. “Aman, this is perfect. Thank you.”
He fastened the bracelet around her wrist and kissed her forehead. “I wanted you to have something to remember me by while you’re in Hyderabad.”
Muskan smiled. “As if I could ever forget you.”
As the day drew to a close, Aman and Muskan found themselves on the balcony, gazing at the stars.
“Do you remember how we used to talk for hours after we got married when you went on your business trip?” Muskan asked, her voice tinged with nostalgia.
Aman smiled. “I do. Those calls were the best part of my day. I’d stay up late just to hear your voice, even if it meant being tired at work the next day.”
Muskan laughed softly. “And now? Are you tired of hearing my voice?”
“Never,” Aman said firmly. “Your voice is my favorite sound in the world.”
They sat in comfortable silence, the cool night air wrapping around them. Finally, Aman broke the silence.
“Jaan, promised me something,” he said, his tone serious.
“What is it?” she asked, turning to look at him.
“Promise me you’ll take care of yourself in Hyderabad. And if you ever need anything, call me immediately.”
Muskan nodded, placing her hand on his cheek. “I promise, Aman. But you have to promise me something too.”
“Anything,” he said.
“Promise me you won’t work too hard while I’m gone. Take care of yourself too.”
He smiled, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “I promise.”
As they prepared for bed, Aman pulled Muskan into a warm hug.
“I’m going to miss you,” he murmured.
“I’ll miss you too,” she replied, her voice heavy with emotion.
He kissed her forehead gently. “Goodnight, Jaan.”
“Goodnight,” she whispered, her heart full.
As Muskan drifted off to sleep, she couldn’t help but feel grateful for the love they shared. And as Aman watched her, he silently prayed for her safety and happiness, knowing that a week apart would feel like a lifetime.
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