Story Of Us

Chapter 30 : And He Is Goals, My Goals.

"What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world remains and is immortal."
 

 

Chapter 30 :

And He Is Goals, My Goals.
 

 

 

Zaara's POV
 
 

I woke up by the continuous beeping of the alarm. Pulling the duvet off me, I quickly sat on my bed and turned to Arhaan and saw him sleeping so peacefully.
 
 

I slightly shook his hand to wake him up for fajr Salah.
 

"Wake up, it's fajr time" I whispered in his ear.
 
 

He stirred a little, murmuring something in his sleep and he turned to the other side and I resisted the urge to laugh at his cuteness.
 
  

Such a heavy sleeper he is! I thought to myself.
 
 

A few more times, I tried waking him up but to my dismay, my efforts went all in vain.

"Wake up already." And this time I semi shouted in his ear and he quickly jolted up in his sleep and gave me a shocked look.

"Assalam alaikum, my dear husband." I said giving my 'oh so sweet smile'.

"Walekum Assalam my love, I didn't know you scare people this way." He grinned getting up and stretching himself and suddenly taking me in his arms.

"Since five minutes, I'm trying to wake you up but you being such a heavy sleeper, didn't bulge a little"

" So you can't give me your five minutes?" He dramatically frowned.

" No, that's too big a wish." I teased as I removed his hands and got up while he huffed.

Hearing the call for prayer, Arhaan quickly got up for wudhu and after performing the task, he left for mosque for Salah.

As I was done with my Salah, I picked the Qur'an from the shelf and I started reciting it.

It feels so good when you start your day with the remembrance of the Almighty and the soothing feeling you get after reciting the Qur'an.

After a while, I got up and kept the Holy Book on it's place and went up to the balcony to have an amazing view of the atmosphere at this hour of the morning.

I felt so peaceful from within as I noticed the birds chirping and flying high in the sky. The cold wind blew giving me chills over my face. There was no sun today, only the grey sky.

More than a month has passed since we got married and I'm still discovering him. I like how he takes care of every little thing about me and I love his concern towards me.

I love how every morning he embraces me in a hug and how he gently kisses my forehead when I least expect it. I love how he listens to every small thing with attention and I love how he gets angry when I don't return the same.

Not only is he the kind of a husband every girl would wish for, but the kind of a son, brother and even grandson who is the reason of happiness.

And no he is not perfect, he does get angry at times and gets excited on every little thing because that's part of being a human. And he is not perfect, but perfect to me.
 

And that's what I call goals, my goals.

What I've realized is now I not only admire him, but I've started falling for him and I love it.