His Love.

Chapter 14

The night wrapped Ayesha's home in a quiet embrace, the soft glow of the moon filtering through the sheer curtains. The house was still peaceful in a way that made her chest ache with both relief and longing.

She sat on the edge of her bed, fingers tracing the delicate embroidery of her dupatta, her thoughts drifting to Uzair. The world outside was silent, but inside, her heart was anything but.

Suddenly, her phone vibrated softly on the bedside table, lighting up with Uzair's name.

Her breath caught.

With trembling hands, she answered.

"Assalamualaikum," Uzair's deep voice whispered through the line, instantly melting the miles between them.

"Waalaikumussalam," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, warmth flooding her chest.

There was a pause comfortable and full of unsaid words.

"I was thinking about you," Uzair confessed, his voice low, almost peaceful .

Ayesha smiled in the darkness. "I was thinking about you too. More than I expected."

Uzair chuckled softly. "You're always in my thoughts, Ayesha. Even when I'm caught in the chaos, your face is the calm I come back to."

Her heart fluttered, and she whispered, "You're my peace too, Uzair."

Their silence was intimate. Comfortable.

"I didn't want to sleep without hearing your voice," Uzair said finally, his voice low, deeper in the quiet of night.

Ayesha closed her eyes, her lips curving just a little. "Me too."

There was a pause, as though they were both wrapped in the weight of things unspoken.

"I'll come tomorrow," he murmured, more to himself than to her, but his words reached her clearly. "To your house. I'll talk to Amma. And Arham. I'll ask... for you. Not just as a promise. But for real. A nikkah. No delay."

Ayesha's breath caught.

He continued, "I didn't call you tonight as the man people fear...I called you as Uzair. Just Uzair. And I'll come tomorrow as that too."

A pause. Then:

"And when I leave your house... I want it to be as your soon-to-be husband."

She didn't speak.
Ayesha's breath caught, a soft warmth blooming in her chest. She didn't say a word her eyes shining with a quiet, joyful tears, the kind that speak louder than words ever could. Her smile deepened in the darkness, her heart swelling with a happiness she hadn't dared to voice aloud until now.

Uzair's voice came again, gentle but steady, carrying the weight of his promise.
"I know you're still healing, and I'll wait as long as it takes. But I want you to know I'm ready. Ready to make you mine in every way that matters. No grand celebrations. No distractions. Just the two of us, together, sealed by what's sacred."

He paused, then added softly, "Because you're everything I need. And I don't want to waste another moment."

The silence between them was filled with hope, love, and a future whispered only in their hearts.

Ayesha's fingers gently curled around the edge of her dupatta, her voice barely above a whisper yet full of meaning.
"Uzair... to be your wife... that's what would truly complete me."

Her words hung softly in the night, tender and unspoken between them, carrying the weight of a promise yet to be spoken aloud.

Uzair's breath caught, the quietness of her words settling deep into his soul.
"Ayesha..." he murmured, voice thick with emotion.