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Bonus One Shot: Valentines Day Special

A/N: Hello lovelies. I am back. It's Valentine's Day, and hence, we all deserve a Musjeena treat. Let's go! ❤️

A couple of months had passed since Mustafa and Sharjeena had reconciled, and while things were gradually falling back into place, Mustafa knew they still had a long way to go. Their love was still there, quietly breathing between them, but the wounds of the past had not yet fully healed.

Sharjeena was still guarded at times, hesitant to completely open up to him. Mustafa understood. He knew it wasn't easy for her, and that healing was not a straight path. So, he remained patient, never pushing her beyond what she was ready to give. He reminded himself every single day that love was not about rushing—it was about nurturing, about earning trust all over again.

Every morning, as the soft sunlight filtered through their bedroom curtains, he would wake up and look at her sleeping beside him. And every morning, he would silently thank the heavens for bringing her back to him. There were still nights when he jolted awake from restless dreams, haunted by the memory of a time when he thought he had lost her forever. He could still feel the weight of those sleepless nights, the emptiness of a bed without her warmth, the gut-wrenching fear of never getting another chance. Even now, just thinking about it made his stomach drop.

Now, it was February 1st, and as he sat at his office desk planning, flipping through his monthly schedule, his eyes suddenly landed on the date February 14th. His heart paused for a beat, and then a slow realization dawned upon him.

Valentine's Day. Two weeks from now.

A soft smile tugged at the corner of his lips. It had been so long since they had truly celebrated love—so long since they had been carefree, without the weight of heartbreak between them. But maybe... just maybe, this was his chance.

This was the perfect time to bring back the warmth between them.

Mustafa leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling with a determined expression. This time, he would make sure Sharjeena knew how much she meant to him. He would remind her—not just with words, but with actions. He had spent too long keeping his feelings locked inside, assuming she just knew how much he loved her. But now he understood—love needed to be shown.

This wasn't just about flowers or gifts. It was about making her feel safe in his love again. Making her feel special, cherished, adored—the way she always deserved to be.

For once, he wanted to express his love in the right way.

When Mustafa stepped into the apartment that evening, a familiar warmth filled the air. The scent of home-cooked food wrapped around him, a blend of spices and comfort that instantly made him feel at ease. Sharjeena was already in the kitchen, moving gracefully between the stove and the counter, her hair loosely tied back, her focus entirely on the dish she was preparing.

Feeling bolder than usual, Mustafa stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He felt her body tense for a brief second before she melted into his embrace, a small, soft smile curving on her lips. It was such a simple gesture, but it held so much meaning—a moment of intimacy that had been missing for so long.

Her scent—that delicate mix of vanilla and jasmine—mingled with the rich, aromatic spices in the air, and he felt at home in a way he hadn't in years. He nuzzled into her hair and murmured, "Tum kab aayin?"

"Bas thodi der pehle," she replied casually, stirring the simmering pot.

He frowned slightly, holding her a little tighter. "Toh phir kya zaroorat thi itni jaldi khana banane ki? Mera wait kar leti, I would have helped you."