chapter: 2

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**After the whole wedding**

MANCHESTER, ENGLAND.

Ali!" layla called from downstairs, shuffling through the kitchen utensils.

Asaad only realized he was supposed to act as Ali when she called him the third time." yes!!" answered Asaad going out of his dazed state.

"Food is ready"Layla said.

"okay....ba-by?"he said, remembering he needed to add 'baby' at the end, so he would sound more caring.

Layla who was downstairs, heard him and blushed. In no time he was downstairs and ready to eat. He pulled back a chair for her to sit, before he also sat down on his."Bismillah." they mumbled in unison.

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They were all cuddled up on the couch after dinner, watching tv. Layla was playing with his fingers and laughing at the comedy show,(fresh prince of Bel-Air) but he was deep in thought.

"Babe?"She called, nudging him when he did not reply.

He raised his brows, urging her to say further."Where is your ring?" she asked.

All his muscles tensed up at the question, not knowing about a ring."uh....it's upstairs,I removed it when I was about to have bath."He managed to cough out.

"oh,okay... when are we going on our honey moon?" layla looked up at him waiting for his answer.

he looked down at her and answered."oh, next week, Insha'Allah."

Layla didn't know why her heart was beating extra fast, than when they didn't marry. She smiled at his answer, even though she was worried things might be going too fast.

But she was happy she was away from her mother's problems, thinking about it she knew one of the main reasons of the marriage was so because of much pressure from everyone, from her uncle, to her mother, to her aunts.

Asaad decided to stop sulking." let's go for a walk" he smiled, he pecked her nose then gently pulled his hands out of hers." I'll meet you outside".

He stuffed his hands into his sweats and walked outside the house.After a few minutes layla was also outside.

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"Do you remember your promise?" layla grinned as they walked down rossmill lane.

"Um..."He scratched the back of his head."I'm sorry."

" You don't remember......?" she asked feeling the way she felt before she said yes to the proposal. Doubt.

"Wait..no, sorry" he brought his phone and sent his dad a message of what just happened, before he put it back in his pocket.

He awkwardly pulled her into a hug." I'm gonna make it up" he said, lifting her face with his thumb, before he smiled. He saw the hurt in her eyes and he wondered what made it that deep, now he saw how soft and vulnerable she really was."Insha'Allah" he said whispering into her ears as he entwined her fingers in his, and squeezing it a little.

" I love you, Ali" she said in almost a whisper, wrapping her arms around him."Please say it back"she said, feeling desperate to feel love.

"Uhm...we should go back it's getting too cold" he said avoiding her request, he was going to hug her, confront her, console her, but he could not just say it, when he didn't feel it, so he continued walking.

she stepped in front of him."Why won't you say it back" she asked looking straight into his eyes, while he was trying to avoid her gaze.

"I'm sorry" he said walking away, leaving her in the cold streets of Manchester.

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Immediately he went back he called his dad, who put him into the mess.

phone conversation

Asaad: dad, I can't do this anymore, find Ali

Al'Amin: It's just a week

Asaad: well, it feels like years

Al'Amin: okay we will try and speed up the process

Asaad: by what time should I be waiting for your call?

Al'Amin: maybe next week

Asaad: that's exactly what you said last year..I mean week

Al'Amin: see, Asaad, I'm trying my best.

Al'Amin quickly hung up. All Asaad was thinking was which father makes his son to marry a random girl, and then hangs up when they're talking. Asaad takes his laptop trying to find places to go for their honeymoon.

Venice looks good, he thought.

Hey guys so for the next few chaps, we are going to see more of what happens in their process of becoming a good husband and wife.

Did you think he made the right decision by not telling her he loves her?







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