Yasir threw his head back on the large pillow, his eyes closed. He was deep in thought about a lot of things but most of his thoughts were about Yumnah. His Yumnah, whom he had fallen deeply in love with.

Just a few months back if someone had told him that he would deeply be in love with a woman, he would have laughed his head off.

He still could clearly remember how he had sworn never to get married because he did not want to make any woman suffer because of his disability. But then Yumnah had come into his life and not for a single moment had she ever made him feel like a blind man but rather her love and respect for him had only but made him confident about himself.

He smiled when memories of their first bus ride came flooding back along with how she always made it a point to race him to their prayer mats during every salah. Indeed, she had proved that to her, his blindness was totally cool.

Yumnah had won the hearts of everyone including his Akhi's. He knew how skeptical Hisham had been about him marrying Yumnah but today before he had left he had put his hand on his shoulder and said,"

"I am so glad that you married Stupid Yusra, sorry i mean Yumnah. She truly is the one for you Yasir. Please take good care of her."

He let out a laugh as he remembered the name Stupid Yusra. Seemed like Hisham had decided to permanently hold on to it and Yumnah too had decided to hold her grudge against Hisham for never allowing her to play with him.

His thoughts were cut short when he heard the door open and the tantalizing smell of pineapple filled the room.

"Yumnah, what have you brought?" he asked his mouth already watering.

"Pineapple tart my love," she replied as she sat next to him on the bed.

Yasir's joy knew no bounds. Today was his lucky day for sure. First he got to eat her delicious cookies and now he would get to eat her handmade pineapple tart. He secretly wondered if it would match up to the one he had had years ago. He had a feeling that it would because his wife is the one who had made it.

"Here you go, take a bite Yasir," she said as she brought a tart to his mouth.

Yasir took a bite and immediately closed his eyes as pineapple filled his mouth. He knew this pineapple tart alright. Everything was to precision once again. It was simply perfect.

"So you are the one who had brought that tart to my farewell party years ago?" he asked.

"Yes it was."

"Had you made the tart specially for me Yumnah ?" he asked as he put the last piece of tart in his mouth.

"Yes i had Yasir."

"It was delicious then and it still is now my love. I am indeed one very lucky man Yumnah."

"Oh that you are Yasir. You are lucky to be married to the awesome me," she said smiling.

Yasir laughed as he scooted closer to her.

"Yumnah?" he whispered as he felt for her hairband and gently pulled it out, freeing her long locks of hair. Yumnah's breath hitched when she felt him pass his fingers through the long locks.

"Yes Yasir?" she stuttered. He was now to close too her. Dangerously close. She could hear his rugged breathing and she knew that she too had the same effect on him as he had on her.

"How many times have we met before?"

Yumnah closed her eyes when she felt him place a light kiss near her neck while he kept passing his hands through her hair. She felt too breathless to even answer.

"I asked you a question Yumnah," he whispered near her ear.

"Many times Yasir, many times. Yasir?" she stuttered once again.

"Yes love?"

"What are you doing?" she asked as she felt him sweep all her hair to her other side.

"What do you think i am doing my love?" he whispered in her ear and immediately tingles shot up her entire body.

"Yasir..." she began but couldn't finish because he cut her short.

"Shhhh. Dont talk Yumnah just allow me to love you ," he whispered once again.

Yumnah closed her eyes as a series of new emotions coursed through her. She had never felt this way before and neither had she seen this side of her shy husband.

"I am all yours Yasir. I have always been."

Her reply was enough for him. He quickly but clearly recited a dua afterwich he gently pushed her back on the bed a series of new feelings for his wife coursing through him.

"I love you Yasir," she said as he wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him towards her.

"I love you much much more," he whispered back.

And that night he showed and proved to her, how much more he truly loved her.

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Yumnah cut the apple into thin slices her mind clouded with thoughts of Yasir. He had been so different last night and now she felt too shy to even be around him. As soon as they had prayed fajr, she had rushed downstairs not giving him a chance to even talk to her.

Yasmin had noticed the slow pace at which Yumnah was cutting the apple and she also hadn't failed to notice her daughter's crimson red cheeks. Whatever it was, she knew it had to do with her son.

"Yumnah dear, im going upstairs. Please wash the plums as well and put them on the table."

"Okay Mama," she said as she quickened her pace. Wait, had she only been slicing one apple for the past ten minutes?

Oh no!

Hopefully Mama had not noticed.

Yasmin knowingly smiled to herself as she made her way out of the kitchen only to bump into her son near the door.

"Asalam aleikum my son," she said.

"Waleikum salam Mama. How is my favourite woman doing today?"

"Alhamdullilah."

"Im very glad to hear that. Mama, is Yumnah in the kitchen?" he asked. His wife had been avoiding him since morning and he had no idea as to why.

"Yes she is dear, but she is quite different today."

"Oh, why do you say so?"

"Because her face is redder than the plums she is currently washing and i dont want to ask you why."

"Go to her now," she said as she placed a kiss on his forehead and made her way up the stairs.

Yumnah's heart began beating thunderously against her chest when she heard the tapping sound of his cane. She wasn't sure if she wanted to see him yet. Maybe if she kept still and quiet he wouldn't know she was there.

She quietly watched him come in to the kitchen and her heart went out to him as she watched him struggle to find the kitchen stool. She quietly heaved a sigh of relief when she saw him sit down.

"Asalam aleikum Yumnah," he said.

Blood rushed to her cheeks just by listening to his voice. Wow and the way she had thought she would give him the slip. So much for wishful thinking.

"Waleikum salam Yasir."

"You actually are doing a great job you know?" he said.

"Great job at doing what?"

"At avoiding me Yumnah. Why are you avoiding me?"

"Me? Avoid you? Never!"

"Okay then, what colour of shirt am I wearing today?" he asked his face expressionless.

"Blue," she replied without even looking up.

"Liar. You are just lying now because you know that i cant see."

"Yasir, Wallahi you are wearing blue, I am the one who put the shirt for you on the bed...," she began but stopped when she saw him shaking with laughter.

"Yasiiiiiiir," she said palming her face.

He stood up and slowly made his way towards her. He put out his hand and she immediately placed her hand in his. He slowly pulled her to him, his arms circling around her waist.

"Yumnah, stop avoiding me and if you are avoiding me because of last night, then for sure stop because that was the most amazing night of my life ," he whispered.

He placed a quick kiss on her hand after which he left, a smile on his face. Yumnah watched him walk away her face now even redder than before.

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She neatly folded away his shirts and tshirts a smile on her face. Yumnah immensely enjoyed doing little things for Yasir and she had even made it a point to do his laundry herself despite Mama's numerous protests.

It just gave her a sense of satisfaction, something she really could not describe in words.

As she folded his last shirt, she heard Mama shout for her from downstairs.

"Yumnah dear, there is someone at the door for you," she shouted.

She quickly got up and wrapped her hijab wondering who it was. No one had ever come to see her before. Maybe it was someone from her Quran class.

She made her way down the stairs skipping a stair at a time as usual.

"Who is it Mama?" she asked once she got to the bottom.

"There is a delivery for you my dear," said Yasmin smiling. She very well knew what it was and from whom.

Yumnah confusedly made her way to the door wondering who would send her a pacakge. Maybe it was a late wedding gift from someone who had not been able to attend the wedding.

"Who is it from?" she asked the delivery guy.

"Its from a certain Yasir Hosseini."

Yumnah signed the form with trembling hands and quickly took the box from him a small smile playing on her lips. A package from Yasir? But he had not mentioned anything in the morning.

Yasmin watched her daughter go up the stairs with the parcel and she smiled to herself. Young love was indeed something beautiful. Yasir had for sure taken after his father. She also knew the contents of the box because she herself had helped Yasir handpick everything. He had called to the mall immediately he had left for work claiming that it was an emergency.

Yumnah placed the box on the bed and quickly unwrapped it only to find a beautiful card at the very top. She picked it up and immediately her cheeks turned red upon reading it.

It read :

"Thank you for being mine."

She shook her head in disbelief as she further dug into the box only to find another tiny box with a card glued on top of it.

She opened the card and her hand immediately flew to her mouth. Yasir, he was going to be the death of her for sure. The second card was similar to the first but was was written on it brought tears to her eyes.

"This is just a simple symbol of my love for you. You already own my heart Yumnah and forever will."

She held on to her breathe as she opened the tiny box and immediately a gasp left her lips. Inside the box lay the most beautiful necklace she had ever seen.

She passed her fingers over it knowing very well that Yasir too must have passed his hands over it to feel it. She quickly put it around her neck and closed the clasp promising herself that she would wear it forever.

She then walked to her closet and pulled out a tiny red box. She opened the box exposing cleaned up wrappers of the very first chocolates he had gifted her. She then placed the two cards he had sent her in the same box and closed it.

She had planned on keeping all his gifts together and maybe one day she would open that box to cherish each gift since each one of them would hold a different beautiful memory.

She let out a sigh.

She had always loved him.

But he was making her fall for him more and more each passing day.

She was falling dangerously.

Falling for her husband.

Her blind husband.

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AND...WAIT HISHAM IS CALLING ME. *ROLLS EYES*

HISHAM: WHAT THE JAHANUM AMAL.THIS IS A HARAM CHAPTER.

ME: WHAT AND WAIT WHAT IS WHAT THE JAHANUM EVEN?

HISHAM: I LEARNT THAT FROM SOMEONE.

ME: WHO?

HISHAM: JUST FROM SOMEONE OKAY.

ME: SOMEONE IS WHO?

HISHAM: SOMEONE SPECIAL.

ME: WAIT TILL I TELL ZULEKHA.

HISHAM: IM OUT OF HERE.

ME:GOOD RIDDANCE.

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Okay so with Hisham out of the way....

Please dont go haram police on me.

They are married( i attended the nikah i swear)

Lol the cards have been made by (she is too talented MashAllah)

Until next time,

Asalam aleikum :)