Someone Else's Diary

15.Walima and our first kiss...

Zahran

The imam asked if I accepted Mariam as my wife... I felt a tight knot in my stomach as I said 'I do'.

Now the guests started leaving and today evening we had the walima or our marriage banquet.

Before our walima, I went to Mariam's house just after the Nikah.
Mariam's father, Uncles and her three to four aunties welcomed me... I only knew Khadeeja aunt.

I sat in their living room along with other men of this household.
I can tell the house was very big and decorated beautifully. And now Mariam's cousins won't stop making fun of me.

"What is this Amina!? Go to your room."
I heard Yusef uncle hissing at Amina as she and other girls tried to pull my shoes under the table.

"You can see Mariam," Fayaz who was Amina's brother told me after a good fifteen minutes of waiting.

"Oh, thanks." I faked a smile and made my way upstairs to her room.

Mariam

"I literally pulled off his shoes! But my dad shouted at me so I had to run away." Amina said pouting.

"How dare you touch my husband! That's so irreverent," I punched her playfully and we heard a few knocks on my door..and Fayaz spoke

"Zahran is here to see you! open the door."

"Oh," that's all I could manage to tell.

He opened the door and walked in as all my cousins started smiling and giving me those weird awkward looks, soon they all left.
Leaving us alone.

He walked up to me, his face stern, straight and not even a muscle moved.

His jawline sharp enough to cut a hard rigid diamond.

His fragrance filled my room, I could definitely get used to that. His eyebrows slightly creased together.

"Assalamu Alaikum Mariam."

"W-walaikum Assalam" I started breathing heavily. I wonder how come he's so confident.
He stared at me up and down without even smiling. Very impressed! What the hell was going on?

I got self-conscious and smoothed out my skirt with my hand.

"You look different," he said under his breath.

"Oh, how should I take it?"

"As a compliment," He chuckled in his deep voice, wow I've never heard that.

"Jazakallah.. you look nice too."
sexy, beautiful, amazing, breathtaking, I could just go on but I stopped.
He came closer to me, He smelt so good from his cologne or perfume, that I just closed my eyes enjoying him.

I thought he was going to kiss me.

He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and started pulling me closer to him.
He lifted up my chin making me look into his dark black mysterious sparkling eyes.

Come on kiss me!! No, I didn't tell that though.

"MashaAllah," He said.

"Thanks," I muttered.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked

"Like what Mariam,"

Oh, I loved the way he said my name, it made it even more beautiful.

He planted a kiss on my forehead. No, I wasn't expecting that!

Now he licked his lips as he was staring at mine. After some time he kissed me ever so softly and gently on my lips as if he didn't want to crush any flower petals. I felt like fainting and shattering into a million pieces in his arms. I felt boneless, and suddenly wanted to kiss him hard ruining our clothes