13)My sweet husband i'm talking about

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Aisha reported:The messenger of Allah,peace and blessings be upon him,said
"O Aisha,Allah is gentle and He loves gentleness,and He rewards for gentleness what is not granted for harshness.And He does not rewards anything else like it"

Source:Sahih Muslim 2593,Grade:Sahih.

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HIRA:-

I shuddered and closed my eyes when the flight came on landing after air hostess announce.This is just my second time getting on the flight and i'm scared everytime it lands or take off,i felt a tight grip on my hand as i looked at my sideways to see aslam flashing his charming smile and i can't help but melt in it returning the same unknowingly.

We're back to India after having greatful day with each other.If someone ask me how was our trip to Paris i would gladly say it was awesome.Yes,paris was beautiful place i've ever been.But that doesn't completely make sense.Because I'd went with the most handsomest pure person i've ever met so it was beyond awesome.The happiness isn't about where we're going,it's about with whom we're going.If this person can make me this much happy then I'm sure i can go around the world with him.

Call me clingy that i never left his side except for him to go bathroom or prayer or eating.I've became so attached to him as i never thought i would.We walked on the street holding each others hands.i still remember the weird look the clerk woman gave us when we went to shopping gripping each other,Her every glance made me annoyed and i left his hand.But what really made me fall more for him is he didn't let me.He again held my hand like he wasn't regretting the action and let they think whatever they want.That i also ignored her and we had our own affection.This is why i love him.He's affectionate,sweet,caring and protecting,heedless of the world excluding me when we're together.

I know him before our marriage.we had called and chatted eachother for hours after our engagement even before our nikkah.Even though it's not good but still..And the more I've getting to know him,the more I've fallen in love with him.

Now my love for him has doubled that i can't actually count how much i'm addicted to him.Day by day,my love for him is ascending on the every move he makes.Even today, i can feel myself blushing and the butterflies turning around my stomach like it is the first time he's gripping me.His smile can stop my heartbeat for once.Only he can turn me into such crazy,only him.

As we got out of the flight,The first person i met was abba standing along with ammi and zaabirbhai.They were talking each other unfazed of our presence.Without minding the people and even my husband,i ran and hugged ammi making her gasp at the sudden jerk.

It may be a few days but for me it was like a whole year that i left.Since i haven't stayed in aslam's home yet,Paris was the first place that i went out without abba ammi.Aslam has almost completed my head with his thoughts and presence still i missed them.

Ammi smiled and stroked my hair ,"Assalamualaikum hira.How was your trip to paris?Alhamdulillah you safely reached here.You've to"

"Stop yumna.Give her a minute to hug her father too.He's craving for her hug from the day she left him".Abba cut off ammi hugging me when i left her.I saw from the back of abba,aslam coming in our way almost reached with 2 big luggage of our belongings.He was really hardworking on gripping it and a rough look plastered on his face.towards me.

I forgot you and the bags.Sorry my dear.I'll never leave you alone anymore.I gave him a puppy face.

Fortunately zabirbhai helped him in taking one suitcase and Loading it to car.

Once we entered car,aslam was the one who hurriedly said,"You wouldn't have risked by taking car and coming this far zabir.I've told you we'll hire a taxi".Since we can't make our car stay days at airport he said it.From the engagement I'd learn my cousin and husband had gotten very well at their friendship.They acted like best friends all the time,especially if the talk is about me,i'll conclude that they stand together against me.And i hate it sometimes.

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