"Ever since I met him, no one else has been worth thinking about..."

T H E  sun peeked through the not so thick curtains and kissed her cheeks. She started to move as her sleep was disturbed by the sound of the alarm. It's sunday, who the hell puts an alarm on sunday. She thought with a groan and carefully with slow movement she tries to find the phone. As she found it, she turned off the alarm and a sigh of relief left her mouth.

She came back in her previous position and blushed furiously. She was sure that she was laying on his bare chest. She could hear his slow heartbeat. She smiled, bitting her lover lips. Last night he was so gentle and kind. He made her feel loved and worthy, like she deserves the whole world.

"Stop bitting your lips, wifey. Or else..." He left the sentence incomplete. Her eyes widened as she didn't knew he was awake. She felt his thumb on her lower lip, caressing it softly. Goosebumps raised on her body at his touch.

"You're awake." She said in disbelief and pouted. "Mmhh." He hummed in respond and leaned into her. She was wearing his shirt and the three top button were open, giving him a beautiful sight of her naked breast. Damn it.

"You're looking hot in my shirt, jaan." He kissed her neck and pulled her closer by her waist if that was possible. Her cheeks flushed even more as she hid herself in his chest.
"Thank you." She finally whispered what she wanted to say for so long.

"For what ?" He asked in confusion.

"For loving me." She mumbled, if not for the silence in the room, Moussa would never have heard her.

"Really? You're thanking me for something you deserve ?" He scoffed in disbelief. Maheen instantly got scared his sudden change of behaviour.

"No, I-" She missed his warm all of sudden when he back up from her.

"What Maheen. I hate it when you don't consider yourself worth of anything. You don't need to say thank you. And what happened last night was because I love you !" His voice showed hurt. He wanted her to be more confident about herself.

"I didn't mean to hurt you Moussa..."
Maheen felt her eyes getting moist. She was afraid to hurt him.

"Just...leave it." She felt the bed bouncing, as he got up and guilt filled in her body.

"Moussa. I am sorry. Please don't be mad at me." Maheen said, on the verge of crying. She was in good mood this morning.

"Mahi. I...I just want you to be more confident about yourself. You didn't see yourself but I can tell you, you're beautiful. Your eyes, your nose, your lips, everything is beautiful to me. And you're capable of doing a lot of things. Trust yourself before trusting someone else. If you believe in you, everyone else will do. You deserve everything in this world and the here after. There is not a single soul in this world who deserves nothing. Everyone has their own shares of happiness and the rest Allah will give us in Jannah." Through his speech, he walked to her and cupped her face.

His words were like honey to her. Sweet and soft. She felt like the most precious person to him. Her arms automatically wrapped around him, as she hugged him tightly. "I love you."

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3 months later,

The stars made the sky shine, the moon was present in all it gloory as always. It was 7 pm, and the Rahim family was gathered in the living room, everyone in their own pleasure.
Anfal was sitting in a corner, looking in an empty place as her mind was in complete havoc.

Armaan was completely ignoring Anfal and was busy playing chess with Mr.Rahim. Maheen was enjoying her mother-in-law company and gossiping with her. "You cheated !" Exclaimed Mr.Rahim as he pointed on Armaan with his finger.

"No I didn't! You don't have any proof!" Armaan scoffed in disbelief as if what he was seing wasn't true even though it was.

"You cheater. Moron. F*cking Assh*le. Useless idiot !" Mr.Rahim said and grabbed his shoes and throw it on Armaan.

"Rahim ji, I told you not to curse!" Said Mrs.Rahim as she heard her husband cursing. Mr.Rahim can never accept his defeat. It's always him or no one.

"Sorry begum." He apologised and Maheen chuckled at their cuteness. It's always like this, he would do a mistake and then ask for forgiveness.
"Ullu ka patta !" He mumbled under his breath glaring at Amaan.

"Abbu, mein apka hi beta hui. [Dad, I am your son.]" Amaan reminded him with an innocent smile. He batted his lashed as if what he said wasn't a big deal. Mr.Rahim gasped at his boldness. He glared at him and threw the chappal on his head.

"What's going on guys ?" The husky voice of Moussa echoed in the four walls of the room. Maheen smile became brighter after hearing him. Her heartbeat becoming faster as always when he is around.

"As-salamu alaykum to you too Bhai." Armaan said sacarstically. "Nothing much, your father was abusing your innocent brother !" He dramatically fell in Moussa's arm.

"Do I even have a brother ?" He teasingly said while pushing Amaan who was clinging on him.

"You're a traitor Bhai. Bhabi, at least you should take my side. You know na your only and favorite dewar can never cheat. Right ?" He sat beside her keeping a respective distance.

Maheen smile knowing very how her brother-in-law is and he has probably cheated in order to win and piss off Mr.Rahim. She grabbed his ear and twisted painfully. "Yes, dewar ji. I know you would never do that." She sacarstically said.

"No one loves me." He successfully got out of her grip and pouted with huffed cheeks.

"Finally you know it." Moussa pushed him and sat beside his wife and kissed her forehead and then kissed his mother's.

"How are you, my ladies ?" He took Maheen hand in his, a sign of affection he always does so that she knows that he is around her, though she can already sense his presence without his touch.

"Alhamdoullilah good beta." Said his mother with a warm smile.

And they continued their conversation for a little talking about their day.

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Later that day, Maheen and Moussa were resting in their room. Moussa was doing some work on his laptop when he asked. "You're good ?" Moussa worried voice reached her ears as she was holding her head. A sudden dizziness heating her.

"Mmhh.." She hummed in response but he wasn't satisfied enough.

"What happened, I've noticed from the past week. You seem tired and sick." He got closer to her and cupped her face.

"I don't know Moussa, I feel weird these days. I have sudden cravings and I've also started to vomit whenever I eat. I don't understand." She said frustratedly.

"Mmhh, maybe you need fresh air. What about we go on a date ?" He caressed her cheek and spoke softly.

"Moussa, I didn't have my periods as well this month." She spoke hesitantly, her instant was telling her something. "It's ok jaan, sometimes you have them late." He reassured his worried wife.

"So what about the date ?" He asked again.

"But we already had dinner !" She pouted cutely.

"So what about ice cream and beach date ?" Her face lightened up at the mention of her favorite food and favorite place to be, a perfect combination.

"I would love to go with you dear Husband." She pulled his cheeks and giggled. "Then let's go wifey." He took her small hands in his big ones and they went to the beach, on bike.

What's better than going on a halal
date with your husband, on a bike and that too, to the beach to eat ice cream in the middle of the night ? Maheen was sure a lucky one and she was grateful.

Verily, Allah is the best of the planners...

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"Chocolate !" Maheen exclaimed when her husband asked her what flavor she wanted for her ice cream.

"You're basic !" He said with a chuckle and she pouted as if offended by his statement. He ordered their ice creams.

"I am not. What did you took ?" She said licking her ice cream with her right hand and holding her husband's with her left one.

"I took Mint." He proudly said. Though he shouldn't be.

"Awww, mint? It's disgusting how can you eat such thing ?" She said with weird faces. He chuckled at her cute expression and pinched the bridge of her nose. They were walking around the beach holding their hands under the moonlight. The beach was surprisingly empty.

"It's because I am unique. So I choose different things." He stated with a shrug.

"I am also unique. I can't see and that's a blessing itself." She munched the heavenly corn of the ice cream.

"True. You're one in a billions, and mine." He kissed the corner of her mouth and licked the ice cream in the process.

A silence filled between them before Maheen spoke. "You know something Moussa ?" He shook his head and replied her. "No I don't begum, tell me."

"I've always considered myself blessed because of my disability...Look, if I wasn't blind but let's say I was deaf? I wouldn't be able to hear the Quran, and I couldn't read it as well because if you want to read it you need to have tajweed. And I imagine if I was mute? If I couldn't speak...How would I talk to you? And being blind helps me and escaping a lot of sins! Like I don't need to lower my gaze! I can't see haram stuff. Though I can't really read the Quran I can still learn and hear it." She explained him her point of view and to say the least that he was amazed.

His wife was for sure a gem. A gem, he would always cherish, love and protect with his life. His lips met hers as their ice cream was long time finished. She was right in his arms, where she belonged and were she found her peace. Their relationship and love was filled with Ikhlaas...

~  END ~

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As-salamu alaykum readers !
So this story unfortunately ends here and next chapter will be epilogue. Then I'll finish writing Fanaa before writing any other story.
ONLY EPILOGUE LEFT !!!

Thanks to LuvYourself_13 who gave me inspiration for this chapter because I was
kinda lost 💓

Do tell me how this story was !

Till next update Allah Hafiz ! ❤️