Take off your Hijab (Rewriting)

I Love You✅

"They say there is love in the air I guess that's why I only see you"

Azad Pov

""Ugh, school sucks," I groan, dropping my bag by the door as I collapse onto the bed.

Abtal chuckles, clearly amused. "Get over it," he teases. "You're the one who said you wanted to be a strong, independent woman who earns her own money." He smirks, that mischievous glint in his eyes making me scowl.

"I can't keep collecting money from you," I grumble, trying to sound serious, but it only makes him roll his eyes in that dramatic way he always does when he thinks I'm being ridiculous.

"But I'm your husband," he says, as if that should settle the matter entirely, his tone teasing but sincere.

"I know, and I'm your pride and joy, yada yada," I reply, waving my hand dismissively as I flop onto the bed, feeling the exhaustion of the day settle into my bones.

"Have you prayed though?" he asks, his voice gentle now.

"Yeah, in school," I mumble, rolling over to face him. "Aren't you supposed to be at work or something?" I ask, suddenly curious.

He grins at me, that boyish smile that always makes me want to kiss him. "Actually, I'm taking a few days off," he says, looking far too pleased with himself.

"Aww, whyyy? You're supposed to be working," I tease, narrowing my eyes at him. We both burst out laughing, the sound filling the room with warmth.

"Don't be jealous, wifey, that you can't skip college," he says, a playful challenge in his tone.

"Whatever," I reply, sticking my tongue out at him like a five-year-old. He just chuckles and suddenly wraps his arms around me, pulling me close. He starts shuffling us side to side in a slow, silly dance, his chin resting on the top of my head.

"What was that for?" I ask, though I don't really want to pull away.

"Can't I just hug my beautiful wife?" he grins, clearly enjoying himself.

I roll my eyes but can't help the smile that creeps onto my face. "What were you about to go do?" I ask, noticing he's not in his usual work attire.

"To the mosque to pray, and then I'm hitting the gym," he says, leaning down to kiss my cheek before dashing out of the room. "Bye, love!" he calls over his shoulder.

I shake my head with a smile, sinking back onto the bed with a contented sigh. My legs are killing me, and I can feel the stress of the day melting away. Just as I'm about to drift off, my phone starts ringing. I groan but grin when I see the name on the screen. I quickly answer the video call, not bothering to put on a scarf since it's just my sister.

"Salamualaikum, baby sis—ahhh!" I start to say, but my eyes widen at the sight of a curly-haired boy sitting next to her. I let the iPad fall face-first onto the bed as I scramble to find my scarf.

But I couldn't seem to find it anywhere so I decided to improve and wrapped a random towel around my head, just like the emergency headscarf I was hoping for it to be, Once I've got it on, I pick the iPad back up, to see my sister and her friend seemed to be patiently waiting for my reappearance "Amal! You didn't tell me you were going to call with your non-mahram friend sitting right there!" I scold, feeling my cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Amal blushes, too, clearly flustered, while the boy next to her glances at her before he looks back at the screen, with a thoughtful smile on his lips. Appearance wise, He has a set of black curly hair and the most striking blue eyes that I've ever seen. How is he not white? I wondered as I noticed that race wise, he wasn't white, he was just light-skinned, yet he has these piercing blue eyes. There and then I came to a realization that He is definitely the special boy that Amal seems to always be ranting about.