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A soft kiss on my bare shoulder wakes me, I turn my head for one second to reject the advance before smelling Adeel's scent. Then I relax, and wait, he moves to my lips and captures it fully, taking total control, only coming up for air after a few seconds.
He creeps his hand down my neck, He kisses my collarbone, my shoulder before returning to my face. I open my eyes finally to meet him watching me.
"Hi" I breathe out. His smile breaks out properly, a full blown cheek out smile. He leans forward to kiss my forehead.
"Good Morning." I nod at him, he looks at me from head to toe, using his vantage point from where he's leaning on his elbow.
"Did I hurt you?" He asks and I hiss lightly in my mind.
"Excuse me." He lets me go and I roll out of bed, the only coherent thought in my head is to get a shower.
"Is everything Okay?" He asks again and I smile tentatively, walk to the bathroom to take a shower, perform gusu and wudhu to pray Fajr.
I can't face him after practically jumping him last night. I almost entirely mugged him like a thief.
After Fajr prayers, I seat on my prayer mat when I feel him return from congregational prayers. He must have shut the door slowly or I was too deep in thought to hear.
"Beela am." I stop.
"Naam Adeel." He comes to my side and raises me up. I'm too weak to resist and allow myself to be carried up.
"We did something right, it wasn't wrong. It's our right as married people. And by Allah, it's not your fault, we both behaved the same way, it's normal. Please stop overthinking." I nod, the tears I'd held in during my prayers slink down and I finally lean on him and cry.
Hard.
"I'm sorry if I made you cry. I'm sorry if I hurt you in any way." I begin to shake my head continuously.
I raise my head and touch his face.
"You didn't make me cry. I'm just overflowing with thanks. You're a dream come true and a prayer answered. I prayed for Allah to surprise me with this marriage and right from the very first second in. He's made my worries fly away, I just held on to my cynicism." He pats my back slowly.
"We'll be fine. We'll take one day at a time. We will work us out. In Sha Allah." He holds me to himself again. I allow myself to be held. He kisses my forehead and gets up.
"Change so we can go back to sleep." I nod, walk to the closet and begin to take off my Jilbab and Hijab that I used to pray Fajr. I'm left with my hello Kitty pyjamas. I twiddle my thumbs for a moment trying to take in all that has happened.
"Beela" I hear him call, I walk out slowly. I shyly slide beneath the covers and he pulls me to him, his head in the crook of my shoulder.
My mind flashes through last night, excitement for the future courses through me giving me a thrill.
I fall asleep with his shallow breathing on me.
*******
"So, you all have done well in my absence, I'm very thankful. May God reward you." They respond tiredly and I smile.
"Have a great day." I say before excusing myself "Bye." I shut the laptop and walked off to the closet to take off my hijab.
Rahma had chaired the weekly meeting and sales increased tremendously, giving me hopes of Rahma's abilities as a sales person.
"How was the meeting?" I hold my chest for a moment, before turning around to Adeel.
"Why do you like surprising me like this?, one day I'll have a cardiac arrest." His face changes immediately and he walks out, I remove the clip I'd used to hold the scarf together and rush to him.
"What happened?" He eyes me and my eyes widen.
"How can you say something like that, a cardiac arrest, God forbid it. You know how sensitive I am about people just dying in the space of a second.
I know that humans will die, but we must pray to live long enough to be by each other's side, not making proclamation like that." I shake with laughter at his sulking face. He sulks even more making me laugh harder.
"Ya Allah, Adeel." I laugh even harder.
He frowns when he sees that I don't take him seriously, his face set like stone.
"I'm sorry. Your face is just comical." I laugh harder.
I finally try to get myself together but it looks like giggling is permanently ready to get me into trouble.
I feel arms around me and smell Adeel's scent with my eyes closed, one second later, I'm giggling like my life depends on it.
"Since you want to laugh, laugh all you want." He tickles my sides harder, making me giggle loudly.
"You're a bully." I say when I finally gain control of myself. He makes a comical movement that has me laughing hard again, this time tears run down my cheeks.
"Keep laughing, I brought you news and you're here laughing like you swallowed gas." My laughter dies into giggles, and I try to calm down.
"Oya. I'm here." He sits on the bench facing the bed and I remain on the floor.
"Want to go to Lille for the weekend?, I know you hate Paris with passion. It's not Paris, it's Lille." I nod and he asks for my passport.
"Just for checking anyways, we'll take a train through the channel and all, it's about four hours by express train."
He puts out a hand to raise me up and I accept.
"Thank you Adeel, for making such an effort." He scrunches up his face, reminding me of Baaba.
"It's nothing. Okay?" I nod.
I watch him leave the room, my eyes on his amazing ass, how come I never noticed that before?
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Hi guys,
I don't have much to say, this is the last update till at least mid July. Exams have started. Please wish me luck 😴😴😴
Also, the Question and Answer session may come this night, so it might be a double update( if I have good network 😴😴)
Goodnight,
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