Blood rushed to Yumnah's cheeks the minute she felt Yasir drape his arm around her tiny waist and pull her closer towards him.

She blushed even harder when he in the most delicate manner, brushed a few strands of hair away from her face and gently tucked them behind her ear.

He then moved his face closer to hers and while lovingly caressing her cheek, he whispered...

"Asalam aleikum, my love."

"Waleikum salam," she whispered back, her face now even redder than ever before.

As much as she had been married to Yasir for just but a few weeks now, she still had not been able to get used to his random acts of love and deep down she knew that she never would because her husband was just but one hell of a hopeless romantic.

She shyly smiled when he buried his face in her hair, his warm breathe fanning the skin on her neck totally oblivious of the fact that just this mere act of his was sending tingles down her entire body right to her very last toe.

"Yasir?" she whispered a bit breathlessly.

"Hmmm?"

"Its fajr time."

"Nope. It's ALMOST Fajr time. There are still a whole thirty minutes left," he whispered back his arm still tightly wrapped up around her waist.

"But Yasir you have to..."

"Shhhhhh Yumnah. Just shhhhh," he once again whispered as he buried his face even deeper into her long locks of hair.

"But Yasir..."

"I said Shhhhh!"

"Who would have ever thought that it could be so difficult to wake you up for Fajr, Yasir? Stop being such a baby," she said and she almost let out a laugh when his eyes fluttered open almost immediately, a very defensive look on his face.

"Pssssht. I have a very clean record in waking up for Fajr okay. Ask Mama even. Difficult is the last thing you should describe me to be, Yumnah!"

"Oh really?

"Yes!"

"Then why are you being so difficult right now?"

"Because right now its different!"

"Different?"

"Yes!"

"How?" she asked confusedly, a small frown on her face.

"Because now...," he said as he began to move his face closer and closer towards her.

"Now what?" she asked totally breathless.

"Now, I have a NICE, VERY VERY BEAUTIFUL and not to mention VERY WARM wife right beside me. Why wouldn't I disturb? And not to forget, a wife whose beautiful hair smells like pineapple," he said and she let out a small laugh when he once again buried his face in her hair.

"But you are also one very mean wife Yumnah."

"What? But why? What did I do now?"

"How many times have I asked you to buy me this particular shampoo?"

"But its a women's shampoo Habibi," she said not being able to contain her laughter.

"So? What's wrong in that? Can't a man use his wife's shampoo?"

"Nope!"

"You are just JEALOUS!"

"Jealous of what?" she asked while still laughing.

"You are just jealous that my awesome hair will become silkier than yours if I use that shampoo."

"You wish!"

"Then why haven't you bought me one yet?"

"Because its for WOMEN, Yasir.

"See? You are just plain jealous."

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too. Thats what you really are and from today onwards I am changing your name to Yumnah the jealous jellyfish."

She let out a hearty laugh her face totally flushed afterwich she began to playfully punch him on his chest and Yasir too could not stop himself from laughing as he tried to shield himself from her delicate punches.

"And you never mentioned that you were this violent when we first met."

"Yasiiiiiiir...."

"But then its okay. I totally understand. How could you have told me if all that you did during our first meeting was check me out."

"I absolutely did not," she said as she picked up the nearest pillow and flung it at him.

"Did too."

"Did not."

"Did too.

"Did not."

"Oh yes you did Yumnah. When you first entered the room you went all silent and your Papa had to clear his throat to stop you from staring."

"Who even told you that?"

"I can sense it Habibty. Every single time a certain Yumnah Saeed who is now my wife by the way, lovingly looks at me, my heart flutters," he said, a small mischevious smile playing on his face.

"Oh really?"

"Yep!"

"Then why didn't that so called heart of yours flutter all those times I looked at you? All those times I cooked for you? I was around you for so many years Yasir but you didn't even notice me once," she said as she angrily crossed her hands over her chest.

He remained silent for a while afterwhich he burst out into laughter shaking uncontrollably.

"Yumnaaaah..."

"What?"

"I hope you've realised that you just admitted to checking me out, Habibty," he said in between his laughs and she too burst out in laughter afterwich she laid her head on his chest a totally embarassed look on her face.

They remained in each others embrace for a while both laughing from time to time, just enjoying their beautiful moment together well until there was loud banging on their bedroom door followed by...

"YASIR! FAJR. DOWNSTAIRS. MASJID. RIGHT NOW. SALAH... TWO MINUTES."

Yumnah immediately let out a giggle while Yasir just but palmed his face.

"Yumnah?" he asked after a few seconds.

"Yes Yasir?"

"Do you think Hitler bunked English classes back in the days?"

"Whaaat?"

"No like seriously, did that sentence of his even make sense? What was that even supposed to mean?"

Yumnah once again giggled before replying...

"I understood clearly what Baba was trying to say."

"Oh really?"

"Yep!"

"So what message was his Highness the Hitler passing across by banging on MY bedroom door?"

"You mean OUR bedroom door?" she asked while rolling her eyes.

"No, I mean MY bedroom door because you are currently siding with Hitler instead of your poor husband so yeah...this room is officially back to being MINE until further notice...and I'm very serious about it."

Yumnah laughed whole heartedly afterwich she gently placed her feet on Yasir's back and forcefully began pushing him off the bed.

"Now what is this Yumnah? Is this how one treats their husband?" he asked totally amused with what she was doing.

"Go get ready for Fajr, Yasir. That was what Baba was saying and that is exactly what ive also been trying to tell you for the past ten minutes. You are getting late Habib."

"Me? Yasir Hosseini and late?"

"Yeah!"

"I'm the one who woke you up in the first place," he said as he stood up, a small smile playing on his lips because he so knew that she was going to deny it and indeed, almost instantly Yumnah replied...

"Oh please. I was awake before you okay."

"Says the person who was snoring like a frog right beside me."

"I don't snore."

"Thats what every single person who snores says."

"In fact, you are the one who snores Yasir," she huffed, totally getting riled up.

"Thats one other thing that people who snore say. They simply put the blame on someone else. Congratulations Yumnah, you have all the attributes of a professional snorer," he said trying his best to put on a sobre face.

She blankly stared at him for a while, feeling extremely irritated and Yasir too stood still, a calm look on his face waiting for it come and it did.

A pillow.

Followed by another pillow.

Followed by a fluffy bedroom slipper.

Followed by...the list just endless and not to mention they were all rightfully aimed for his face.

"Ouch Yumnah! Try being nice for once. That hurt okay," he lied while in reality, he was enjoying every single minute of their early morning 'fight'.

"Wait, Il show you. Your gonna be kissing this lampshade today" she said as she began to unplug the nearby bedside lamp from its socket.

"Not the lampshade Yumnaaaah. I can't afford another one okay and whats with you? Oh you wait....just wait. Im calling your Papa and im so gonna tell on you. He has to know that his daughter has started beating me up."

"Yasiiiiiiiir."

"Yumnaaaaah."

He then pretended to look for his phone in his track pants and Yumnah just but rolled her eyes.

"Yasir."

"What?"

"You dont have pockets in those pants."

"Oh...I...I...I so knew that. I was just but giving you time," he said.

"Time for what?"

"Time to apologise or just bribe me and I promise that I wont call your Papa."

"Bribe you with what exactly?" she asked amusedly.

"Two kisses on each eye."

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes."

"Okay fine, make it three or four kisses if you feel two are less. I am not complaining," he said smugly, a very larger than life smile on his face.

"Please just call my Papa. In fact, il even dial the number for you."

" You are such a disappointment Yumnah."

"Whatever and don't forget that I am Bilal Saeed's only child and most importantly, his only Papa will definitely side with me," she said while smirking.

"Damn! Its still okay though. Since you are treating me so horribly, I can always get another one. In fact im allowed three more," he said a distant look on his face, pretending to be very deep in thought.

"Allowed three what?"

"Three more!"

"Three more what?" asked Yumnah not at all getting what he was trying to imply.

"Just three more Yumnah!"

"Three what Yasiiiir?"

"CHOCOLATES!"

"Whaaat?" she asked confusedly getting more and more confused as she watched him slowly walk towards the bathroom his whole body shaking with laughter.

"I should have known he was mad right from day one," she muttered to herself while getting up from the bed.

From where did chocolates even land into the conversation and why was he laughing?

Wait. Noooo... did he...did he mean, wives?

What the clownfish!

"YASIR!" she shouted as she made her to his closet to get out his thobe.

"What?" he asked as he opened the bathroom's door, his face and hair all wet.

Tiny droplets of water were still on his stubble and with his with wet spikey hair and the bathroom's light directly overhead him, he just looked so handsome.

Yumnah stared at her husband for a while completely awestruck until he cleared his throat...

"Stop gawking at me," he said.

"Im not!"

"You are!"

"Im not!"

"You always go silent when you do that. I might be blind but I can still feel it when someone is staring at me and that too with a lot of admiration. Now be nice and say MashAllah."

"You wish!"

"Bleh."

"And you're lucky that its Fajr time otherwise Wallah, id have locked you in that bathroom for those THREE hours and THREE MORE hours and much much more," she said while handing him his thobe.

He smiled to himself as he quickly wore his thobe afterwich he gently pulled her to his chest his arms instantly securing around her waist.

"Yumnah?"

"What?"

"How I wish I could see you!"

"Yasir its okay..."

"You know, whenever I tease you, I always wonder and I always try to imagine how you look like. Do you frown? Do you glare at me? Does your face turn red?

"But then its okay Yumnah. In Sha Allah one day in Jannah..." he whispered.

"In Sha Allah," she too whispered as she lay her head on his chest listening to erratic heartbeat.

The loud blaring of a horn followed a car's continuous acceleration caused them both to jump Yumnah's head hitting Yasir's chin in the process.

They both laughed at Baba's antiques while shaking their heads.

"How many more minutes till Fajr?" asked Yasir.

"Ten more minutes."

"Aah and the masjid is just two minutes away, so there is still some time for this," he said as he once again pulled her to him.

"But Yasir Baba is waiting..."

"He can wait another two minutes. In fact its good. Let him get into trouble with the neighbours with the way he is hooting.

"But Baba..."

"And what is it with you and always siding with Hitler? Can't you side with this handsome husband of yours for once?"

"Look whose being the jealous jellyfish right now," said Yumnah, her voice fully laced with happiness.

"I only get jealous when it comes to Yumnah Saeed and this solely because...I love you and only you," he said as he rested his forehead against hers.

"I love you too Yasir."

Before turning to leave, he cupped her face and placed a light featherly kiss on her forehead and said...

"I can't wait to hear you recite the Quran after I'm back from the masjid."

"Me too. Il be waiting for you Yasir," she whispered as she watched him walk away.

**

She tightly hugged her pillow, a few tears streaming down her face as she thought of of how he always and I mean always without fail, used to kiss on her forehead before leaving for the masjid.

He would first intentionally rile her up, then they would bicker and in the end he would just magically patch things up with a kiss.

A kiss on her forehead!

But today, there had been no kiss, there had been no arguments, there had been nothing...

And it was all his fault!

She lovingly placed her hand over her stomach, a sad smile on her face as she thought of their baby and whispered...

"What do you think my dear? Should I call up your father? Would it be okay to call him this early? Do you think he woke up for Fajr? He is such sleepy head you know... I wouldn't be surprised if he is still sleeping."

She laughed as she thought of him. Thought of how he always disturbed to wake up. She laughed even harder when she remembered how he would always palm his face or furiously frown whenever Baba would come knocking at the door and not to forget how jealous he would always become whenever she would side with Baba.

"You know my love, when you grow up, please always side with your father just the same way I always side with Papa and Baba. Please always side with him because there is nothing that will give him more joy than that and yes, I know, he can be annoying, he can make really lame decisions but at the end of the day...you're father is one very good man my dear."

"One very good man," she said as she lovingly passed her hand over her stomach her mind fully clouded with thoughts of her husband and that of their baby.

She then picked up her phone from the nearby bedside table and her heart literally melted with joy when he picked up her call on the very first ring.

It was almost as if he had been waiting. Waiting for her to call but what Yumnah did not know was that Yasir too had picked up his phone to call her but she had beaten him to it by just, a few mere seconds.

"Asalam aleikum."

"Waleikum salam Yumnah.

They remained silent for a while and Yumnah's heart immediately warmed up towards him when he asked...

"How are you doing my love?"

"Okay but I...I miss you Yasir."

"I...I...," he began but stopped, a very pained expression on his face but luckily for him, his wife understood his silence.

She understood that he was still hurting and she understood that he was still not ready.

"Its okay Yasir. I only but called to ask if you woke up for Fajr," she said, wishing she could just be there with him.

"Umm...I am awake Yumnah. Thank you."

"Didn't you disturb today or did Baba come knocking earlier than usual?"

"I...I..."

"Yasir..."

"I didn't have any reason to stay back in bed today Yumnah," he said sadly, tears staining his eyes as well.

"Yasir why dont you just come and..."

"I got to go."

"Okay. Il patiently wait for you Yasir. Please don't take too long....I...I...love you."

"I love you much much more Yumnah," he said and then...

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