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FIRST DAY.
Nana blinked when she heard a groan coming from behind her. Who is in her room early in the morning and the voice sounds so male-ish. Fahad cannot be here then who? Just then, it hits her like cold water is dumped on her sleeping body. She was married yesterday and Fahad is really at home but not her home. She can still remember the heart wrenching goodbye they'd shared even though he told her that Zayn is a good man and he'll take care of her, Nana still didn't like the idea of living the comfort of her lilac and baby pink room.
She swiftly pivoted when she heard the groan again, there, her husband is shifting positions on the couch with an annoyed expression even though his eyes are shut. Nana stifled a chuckle before standing up, still trying to adjust to the rays of sun that's coming from the huge window. She didn't fail to wake up for Subh prayer even though she was exhausted beyond words. She wake Zayn up also and they prayed together.
Instead of waking him up now, she check the clock at the opposite wall where a huge black wall clock hang, the time says that it is 10:00AM. Oops, she overslept! She limp her way to the beautiful golden and light brown bathroom to take a shower and let some of yesterday's stress. After awing at the bathroom, she took her long needed hot relaxing shower, making sure to scrub every part of her body with the new soap her mother asked her to use.
Cursing at herself for the nth time, Nana wrap a fluffy white towel around her chest, and another one around her hair. There is no robe in the bathroom and this is not her home where she can walk out knowing hundred percent that no one will be in there. She open the door a little to see if he's still asleep and thankfully, he is and didn't even move from his location on the couch. She immediately slip into the next door which is the walk in closet she changed in yesterday night.
The closet is pure white, a three-tier white chandelier hanging in the middle of the closet, shimmering in the light. There were mirrors every where and his shirts were folded by color. One part is his and the other has her clothes hanged -which is probably done by Rukayyah and Hanna. In the middle of the closet, her jewelries, shoes and her bags are hanging. All in all, the place render her speechless and scolded herself for not seeing all these yesternight.
Brushing off her awestruck self, she ferried to her side of the closet to take out something simple to wear. She's been wearing native wears for a week straight -since her family members showed up- and now she's fed up. She wants to continue putting her clothes like she does before. Ffter all, it's her husband's house. No non mahram will walk in without their permission.
Removing a blue maxi chiffon dress with a crew neckline, long sleeves and waistband. She change into the same colour underwear before draping the dress on them. She made sure her damp hair is wrapped around a black dove hijab before adding black flats and walking out of the closet to see Zayn snoring. She smiled at how adorable he looks before going to wake him up.
