I Miss the old ME...

Chapter 12

The chapter is dedicated to @elenaspencer for the story ' I now pronounce you husband and wife'.

Selam!!

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''Ever since I met you, no one else has been worth thinking about.''

It was Maghrib time when we both returned from the yacht. I was feeling guilty as I haven't prayed so I quickly did ablution . Javaad went to the bathroom to take shower.I searched for a prayer mat in the wardrobe but there was none , so in lieu I took a blanket and spread it on the floor mat. But then, my eyes wandered to the left side of the room. Something is different there. Yes, new closet, it is my new closet. Yipppie! I started walking towards it but then I remembered I had to pray, therefore I stopped en route and returned to the prayer mat. I quickly did niyat of three rakts of maghrib and started my prayer.

I was quick in doing my prayer, my drawback as Nano has told me that we should not pray in a haste rather try to pray with all the attention of our mind towards it. During prayer, we should think that we are standing in front of the Majesty, ALLAH. Try not to think anything else but only him. But I am unfortunate that my mind keeps wandering here and there during Salah. I was still sitting on the blanket or my prayer mat as I called it, when Javaad came out of the bathroom in his sweatpants but with a bare chest and towel on his neck. He looked at me amusingly.

'Why are you sitting down?' Eh, what is he asking? When he is around, i couldn't think of anything else, I am lost in a trance, Then my mind came to senses and I stood up folding the blanket.

'I was praying.' He made an O face and without having any further questions, he opened his walk-in-closet. Closet? Yeah! My closet. I rushed to the place where my closet is.

'Have you checked your closet? Do you need anything else or want any alterations there.?' He was now leaning on the wall with his arms crossed across his bare chest . His stature poise and he looks statuesque. How could he? How could he always do this to me? Even in the deafening silence , he speaks the loudest, not with his mouth but with his alluring turquoise eyes.

'I haven't seen it yet. Would you like  to show it?'  He came closer and closer. His each step causing me to move backwards until I collided with the wall. He is just inches apart from me. My eyes fixed on his chest as I was not having the guts to look at him. Ouuuuuuuiiiiii! The wall shifted from its place. Is it even possible?

'Shall we?' He asked me with his lips now forming a smug smirk. I looked at him and then to his hand which was on the knob. Oh! What a fool I am! I laughed internally at myself. Blah, blah, blah........ What was I thinking?

I am in awe . It is a spacious walk-in-closet . It looks like a mini shopping mall. Different types of maxi dresses, long skirts, jeans, sweatpants and all of the latest fashion and designs belonging to Beymen and many eminent international brands. It contained all the necessary accessories and hijabs matching the dresses. Oh my Gosh!!!! The footwear section, I want to jump up and down and I am having this sudden urge to hug him who was standing and staring me.

'Do you like it?' He asked air quoting the question.

'Like it? I love it.' I said tumultuously while trying purple coloured ankle straps. 'Whoever planned this, is a sweetheart. Touché.'

'Do you wanna say I am a sweetheart?' He came closer to me , my back facing his chest, he is so near to me, he flipped my hijab with his hand and an electric shock ran down my spine. I closed my eyes involuntarily. Then,I heard his footsteps going out the closet. I opened my eyes to see nothing but air behind me.

'Get ready, Rose.' I heard him. I chose a blue colored austere chiffon maxi dress and took the matching aqua colored hijab.

He was dressed soigné in his formal dinner suit. I looked at myself. Do I look appropriate to go out with him? I am always having this diffident feeling inside me. I mean he is so perfect from whole 360° , carries an aura of sophistication and is soigné. I was lost in my thoughts when he took hold of my hand. 'You look beautiful.' He paused for a moment. 'Let's go.' That sentence caused my heart to do somersaults.

'Keep it under control.' He asked via his bluetooth device. We were now going for dinner when this call interrupted. What's under control? Is there any problem. What it coud be?

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