Just the two of us (EDITING)✔️

Chapter Twenty~ Patience

**AFAAN'S P.O.V**
Abul called me this morning, asking me to meet him at his house with my wife. I wonder what this is about. I sighed, took a cold shower, and dressed up in my usual white shirt, black bomber jacket, and black jeans.

Before leaving, I sent her a message and called Mallam Idi to pick her up. Something felt off, like a knot in my chest. Was it because today might be the day I finally see my wife?

I shook off the feeling and thought back to my conversation with Aneesa earlier. I smiled. I arrived at Abul's gate ten minutes later and found Zuhra and Amnah lounging outside.

"Uncle N," Amnah teased, wriggling her brows. "Kai, you know how to choose a wife. Your wife is stunning, masha Allah! Natural beauty, melanin goddess!"

I grinned and lightly tugged on her cheek. "I know, but no one's prettier than my little Amnah." I quickly walked away, dodging their usual teasing.

Inside, I made my way to my old room and sat down. Today's the day, isn't it?How will she react? Is she really as beautiful as they say?

I stood up and went to the parlor, trying to catch a glimpse of her. All I saw was a black lace veil, but her skin, even from a distance, looked flawless.

"Assalamu alaikum," I said, announcing my arrival.

"Wa alaikum salam," they replied in unison.

"Ammi, Abul, good afternoon."

"Afternoon, son," Ammi said with a warm smile. "We were just waiting for you to come so we could have lunch. Khadija arrived before you."

My heart skipped. Here goes nothing. I turned toward her and—

"YOU!" I blurted out before I could stop myself.

She opened her eyes wide, staring at me. It was "Khadija Afrah"  I froze. She looked... breathtaking in a simple lace abaya, eyes lined perfectly, red lipstick gracing her lips.

"Ya Afaan?" Her voice shook slightly.

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**AFRAH'S P.O.V**
Everyone jumped up when he shouted. I exchanged a quick look with Zara, who shook her head, meaning she knew nothing about this. I couldn't help but smirk at his shocked expression.

"Yes, me," I said, locking eyes with him.

"Naseer, what's going on?" Ammi asked, concern written on her face as she grabbed my hand and pulled me close. "Qanuni, are you alright?"

Before he could speak, Abul jumped in. "Naseer, don't tell me you've been married all this time and haven't even seen her?! What is wrong with you? Pride? Ego?"

Afaan looked down, probably regretting not seeing me all this while.

Abul turned to me. "is this how you've been living? Has he really not seen you for two months? How do you even eat? Do you want out of this marriage? I can make him div—"

"Ummi," I interrupted, trying to ease the tension. Maybe I was mad at him, but Ummi was kind, and so was the whole family. I couldn't embarrass him like this. "Ummi, no. We've been together. He was just surprised to see me here. I had stomach pains earlier and told him I can't make it  he erm left me at home but I felt better after a while, so I came over. I keep trying to call you but I couldn't reach you ." I continued turning completely towards him.

Ammi gently held my chin and looked into my eyes. "Qanuni, don't lie to me. I know this boy too well," she said, gesturing to Afaan, who still looked stunned.

I smiled, nodding softly. "I promise, Ummi. We're fine."

"If you say so," she replied, still concerned. "But don't hesitate to come to us if anything is wrong."

"I won't," I whispered.

I glanced at Afaan, and he looked utterly lost.

Zara, breaking the silence with a mischievous grin, chimed in, "Adda Khadija, let's go pray. Time to pray."

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As soon as we entered Zara's room, she flopped on the bed, giggling like a little girl.

"Khadijatu Afrah! You're really married to my brother!" she squealed.

I gave her a deadpan look. "Seriously, Zara? You know Ya Afaan doesn't like me one bit and never will."

She waved her hand dismissively. "Kai, Afrah, give it time. He'll learn to love you. But wait did you just lie to Ummi? You didn't know Ya Afaan is your husband, did you?"

I sighed. "No, I didn't know. We've never even met properly."

Zara's face softened. "How did you survive alone? I'm sorry about his behavior."

I cut her off, hugging her tight. "Shut up, Zara. I missed you so much."

Deep down, I knew I'd have to learn how to live with Ya Afaan. **Somehow.**

Self confidence is a super power once you start to believe in yourself , magic starts happening.

So this is the first chapter that doesn't end with commotion 😂😂