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It's amazing how one's person life could change drastically. Years ago I was a puppet to my father, a woman who didn't afraid to show her best assets, and hiding behind a facade as a cold-hearted bitch; Blair Bakhtiar.
And now, I am not someone's pawn anymore. I am married to a crown prince, I am a princess, Zayn's wife and most importantly is, I have become a well- covered woman with dignity; Laleh Esfandiary.
My choices are mine, no one to control me anymore, and I've never felt more alive than I am right now.
Zayn taught me things; brought me closer to God, guided me to be a better Muslim. It wasn't a fast and easy process, but we managed to go through that. I'm not saying now I am wearing hijab and wearing non-flattering clothes, but I didn't wear bikinis anymore or shows some cleavage and my long legs to the public eyes.
I am a princess afterall. My image is really important to the country. Elegance and modesty are two main things that I care a lot before going out.
It's only months that I married Zayn, but I couldn't be happier.
"Laleh" His soft voice brought me to the reality. He never raised his voice to me, ever. His demeanour is always calm, politeness curves his personality. He is truly fit to be a king.
The wind makes my soft curls dance against my cheeks. I am on the balcony, gazing the stars, and thinking, how did I get so lucky?
I turn around to see him approaching. I smiled. "Yes, habibtaa" I've learnt Arab now, not as fluent as Zayn, but enough for a brief speech and all. It's one of the few things that Zayn taught me.
"It's a beautiful night today, isn't it?" He hugged me and kissed my forehead. "It is" I agreed. He then put his hands on the railing.
"Do you know how we can reach the sky?" The sky? I looked at him questioningly. He smiled, knowing I didn't know what to answer, he turns his attention to the sky again but said nothing. Only the sound of the night breeze can be heard. It was a comfortable silence to admire what God has put behind the never ending blank canvas.
"Only from the heart we can reach the sky" He said suddenly. Answering his own previous question.
He looked at me. The light from the moon illuminate his features, making him look more mysterious than he is on the day, highlighting his sharp cheekbones. I could never look away, his stare enchants me, pulling me deeper, hooking me and never letting me go. It makes me realized that what I've been searching for my whole life is standing right in front of me.
I found my freedom.....in him.
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Zayn's POV
In times like these, coming home and seeing her face is like the only thing I need to be alive.
In times like these, thousands of poems and poetries that I've read crossed my mind, but none did some justice to describe what I'm feeling for her.
She gave me a slice of heaven.
Her stare sets my body on fire, make my heart beats faster. I closed the space between us and pulled her close.
Her warmth engulfed me. Ah, how I miss her scent.
I held her face closer to mine.
"From the beginning of my life I have been looking for your face but today I have seen it
Today I have seen the charm, the beauty, the unfathomable grace of the face that I was looking for
Today I have found you and those who laughed and scorned me yesterday are sorry that they were not looking as I did
I am bewildered by the magnificence of your beauty and wish to see you with a hundred eyes
My heart has burned with passion and has searched forever for this wondrous beauty that I now behold
I am ashamed to call this love human and afraid of God to call it divine
Your fragrant breath like the morning breeze has come to the stillness of the garden you have breathed new life into me I have become your sunshine and also your shadow
My soul is screaming in ecstasy every fibre of my being is in love with you
Your effulgence has lit a fire in my heart for me the earth and sky
My arrow of love has arrived at the target I am in the house of mercy and my heart is a place of prayer"
"I..I..It's beautiful" Her voice cracked, and her eyes were a little bit teary.
A strand of hair moves back and forth on her cheek, following the flows of the wind. It annoys me, because it somehow preventing me from seeing and staring fully at her face. I tucked her hair behind her ear. "It is. But not as beautiful as you are."
She hugged me and wrapped her arms around my torso. She puts her head exactly on top of my beating heart. I hugged her back.
"I thanked Allah for giving me you, for giving me happiness, and listening to your heart beats is now my favourite thing to do. Hearing your voice is my favourite music. Because it means you are alive, and not a fragment of my dreams."
How could I possibly deserve a woman like her?
"And I'm glad I become your wife" Me too.
I hugged her tighter, never letting her go, ever. "May Allah grant our marriage years ahead with happiness and laughter, 'ana ahbuk ya zawjati"
-THE END –
'ana ahbuk ya zawjati: I love you, my wife.
*Poem is Rumis: Looking for your face
P/S: I cannot stop imagining Cindy Kimberly as Blair/Laleh XD, and she is really really beautiful!
