The Muslim Criminal

Chapter 45 - Inspection

When I woke up again I saw Ayaan, you know seeing his face early in the morning isn't that bad whereas I probably look like Anna when she wakes up. What? Yusra made me watch the movie.

Ayaan snores softly, damn can this guy sleep.
"Ayaan will you wake up?" He doesn't move or respond.
I shove his arm and unintentionally feel his muscles. Damn.

I poke his cheek instead and he flinches.
"Wake up!" I say loudly.
The thing is, I'm caged and he's not letting me go.
"Ayaan" I whine and struggle in his hold.

I see a faint smirk on his face. So I slap his forhead. He instantly wakes up.
"What was that for?" He whines
"Let me go!" I struggle. His hold gets tighter.
"Ok do you want cut my blood circulation or just stop me from breathing. Which one?" I sau sarcastically.
"I think I'll go with blood circulation" he smirks making me roll my eyes.
"Ayaan let me go! I need to wee"
"So go. Who's stopping you?"
"A big hairy ape that's who" I fire back at him. He tries to hold his laugh making small chuckles escape. Why does everything he does make my stomach feel such weird things.

He releases one arm but keeps me closer to him with the other and props up on his elbow. His hand goes to my face and he moves a strand of hair and tucks it behind my ear. In all this I'm staring at him in shock watching him look at me intently.
"Your hair is really soft" he mumbles mostly to himself. I smirk instead of wanting to smile
"Oh really" I tease.
"Yeah" he says in a daze. I roll my eyes and give up trying to tease him.
He continues to play with my hair making me forget what I wanted him to do.

After staring at his eyes for some more time while he's too concentrated looking at my hair I realise I needed him to let me go. Taking this moment of him being distracted I push him back with all my force making him fall back on the bed with a groan. I rush out of the bed and into the bathroom.

For some reason I feel cold and want his warmth. Maybe it's the bed's warmth I want instead of his.

After brushing my teeth and washing my face and reading wudhu I get out of the bathroom.
I see Ayaan still in the bed tangled in the blanket. I smile at him lightly. I walk to my luggage and open it. I don't have a clue what to wear because it's my first day being married woman. Oh shit!

Its my first day being a married woman. I'm bloody married. I am no longer single. I have a husband! Ya Allah what is this! I'm married! I'm a wife, daughter-in-law and sister-in-law all in one. Damn this got real fast!

"Why'd you look like you've seen a jinn?" I hear Ayaan's sleepy voice.
"Ayaan. I'm married!" I say in shock without looking at him. He laughs loudly.
"I know same!" He says in fake shock, I glare at him.
"But my wife is very moody. I just pray that she isn't always like that" he grins. I roll my eyes.
"I don't know what to wear" I say voicing my thoughts.
"Oh mum told me that she packed a dress for you"

I rummage through the bag and find a really pretty dress in a package.
"It's an Asian dress, she thought you'd look nice wearing it"
I look at him to see him sat on the bed stretching his arms making him look adorable. I look away and rid the thoughts.
I take the dress out of the package and unfold it. It's a long pink and gold dress with some simple yet intricate designs. It's beautiful. I'm about to take it to the bathroom when I realise Ayaan has gotten in.

I take my phone out and see no calls from Ibrahim. That's odd. There's one from Chief though. I call him.
"Assalamualaikum" I say.
"Walaikumassalam Zayna. Are you ok?"
"Yeah why wouldn't I be?"
"Just asking" I hear the smile in his voice.
"I called to let you know that Nuh will be finding out sometime this week and you need to keep Ibrahim with you at all times"
"Ok"
"Assalamualaikum"
"Walaikumassalam"