"Marriage is like the most beautiful, most delicate flower. Too much or too little of anything will prevent it from blooming to its fullest."- Yasir and Yumnah.

FOUR YEARS LATER...

A shy smile crept up Yumnah's face as she stared at her and Yasir's reflection in the mirror while he for the umpteenth time that night or rather week, tried to braid her hair.

Blood rushed to her cheeks, her husband rendering her a complete mess because from time to time, he would stop braiding, bend down and lovingly place a tiny kiss on either her head or cheeks.

She quietly watched him with great admiration, her heart going out to him several times upon seeing him struggle, the cutest most tiniest frown on his face.

"Yumnah?" he whispered in her ear, after a few more minutes of struggling.

"Yes Yasir?"

"Let's do something extremely crazy!"

"What?" she asked her eyes immediately lighting up with excitement.

"Let's cut your hair!"

"WHAT?!"

"Yeah! Let's cut it to Minha's size."

"HELL NO!"

"Come on, be a sport," he said, a mischievous smile on his face.

"NO!"

"COME OOOOON!"

"BRO, I'M OUT!" she said attempting to stand up only for him to quickly hug her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder and Yumnah couldn't help but roll her eyes when she felt him uncontrollably shake with laughter.

She pretended to try stand up once again but that only made him to tighten his arms around her waist pulling her even more closer towards him.

He then for the next few seconds, quietly fussed over her beautiful long locks of hair after which he passed her braided hair to the front and just from his reflection in the mirror, Yumnah could easily decipher the millions of emotions that her husband's eyes held.

There was fear. The fear of failing once again.

There was anticipation.

Loads and loads of anticipation.

She gently passed her fingers over her braided hair, her eyes slightly tearing up because she knew exactly how much this meant to him and also how much of his heart he had poured into it.

It was something he really didn't have to do but he still had!

"Yasir...," she whispered as she slowly turned around to face him.

"Yes Yumnah?"

"It's...it is..."

"How is it, Yumnah?" he asked, taking her hand into his and gently squeezing it.

"It's now PERFECT, my love."

"Really?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with happiness.

"Yes, my love. It's finally perfect."

"Do you think...do you think that she will like it?"

"She is going to LOVE it Yasir," she said as she lovingly cupped his face whilst her thumb gently caressed his cheek.

She stared deeply into his hazel eyes which held so much happiness and pride that she couldn't help but lay her forehead against his feeling greatly overwhelmed with just the thought of how much love her husband had in his heart.

Nothing was ever superficial for Yasir. His love for her, for their daughter and for every other person around him was so real and so intense and over the past few years he had only but proved to Yumnah time and again, that he could go to any heights just for the people he loved.

"Yasir," she whispered after a while, her forehead still softly laying against his.

"Yes Yumnah?"

"Why do you do this?"

"Do what, Yumnah?" he whispered back though he very well knew what his wife was referring to.

"Do all that you do, Yasir. Why do you do things that you really don't have to do? Why do you spare no effort? Why do you do everything so tirelessly and that too with the most beautiful smile on your face. Why Yasir, why?"

"Why wouldn't I, Yumnah?"

"But...," she began but was overcome with too many emotions.

She looked down at his hands, passed her fingers over his in the most affectionate way after which she raised both his hands and brought them to her lips.

Hands that had worked tirelessly every night, for the past one week just so that he could learn to make the most perfectly braided hair for none other than his daughter, Minha so that each and every morning, instead of his wife, he would be the one to lovingly braid her hair to school.

"Minha. She knows. She knows that...," began Yumnah but was unable to continue.

"Knows what? That her father is blind?"

"NO! She knows that her father is DIFFERENT. That her father is SPECIAL and she already loves you with all of her heart for who you truly are. Then why...?"

Yasir remained silent for a while a sad distant look on his face and then said...

"All I want is a bond with my daughter. A very special bond."

"I want Minha and I to have the type of relationship you share with your dad. In fact, I want an even better relationship so that we can be nothing else but GOALS," he said and Yumnah couldn't help but let out a laugh.

"In Sha Allah I want that years later when she looks back, she can see that what her and I share is real. I want her to know that I made an effort. That I am just not her father for the sake of it but I am also her friend, her role model, her hero and also most importantly that she doesn't need any other MALE species...," he said but stopped when Yumnah playfully hit his chest.

"You almost, like I mean almost had me in tears until you mentioned the last part," said Yumnah not being able to stop herself from smiling from ear to ear.

Yasir laughed wholeheartedly, took his wife's hands into his and said...

"I already cannot do so many things for her, Yumnah. As much as I would love to, I am unable to drive her to school. I can't help her much with her homework. I can't play half of the games she wants to play. I can't take her to the park alone, just me and her."

"Khalo Khaleel...sheesh... I mean Khaleel has been the one stepping into my shoes and not that I'm jealous. I love my brother and I know that he loves Minha like his own child but then Minha is my daughter isn't she? Then how can I just comfortably sit back and do absolutely nothing? I can at least try to try," he said but once again stopped when Yumnah flung her arms around him, her head resting on his chest and all that she could say was...

"You are the best!"

"I know right?"

"And also too full of yourself," she quickly added and smiled when she earned a laugh from him.

They quietly remained in each other's embrace for quite some time, both grateful to have each other until Yumnah whispered...

"Yasir?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you like to have a cup of coffee? Just me and you?"

"I would love to, Habibty."

"GREAT! I'm already dressed. I just need to wear my hijab," she said with a shriek as she struggled to get out of his embrace only for Yasir to expertly hold on to her arm, confusion etched all over his face.

"Why would you want to wear your hijab in front of me and that too while drinking coffee?" he asked confusedly and immediately rolled his eyes upon hearing his wife's reply.

"We are going out aren't we?"

"Excuse me?"

"I can't believe it not even been a second and you are already backing out. Typical Yasir Hosseini!"

"It's midnight Yumnah!"

"So is this the point in our marriage that you choose to tell me that you are Cinderella?"

"Yumnah!"

"Yasir!"

"I never agreed to go out at this time out of the night and even if I did, who do you want to drive us there? Hussein Hosseini?" he asked and upon hearing how she was struggling to stop herself from shrieking with excitement, he immediately replied with a big FAT...

"NO! DON'T YOU EVEN THINK OF IT!"

"Come on!"

"NO!"

"YES!"

"NO! There is no way I am running after a stupid bus and that too at this time of the night," he said as he slowly walked away, got into bed and buried his face in a pillow.

"When will you ever learn to be spontaneous, Yasir?"

"NEVER!"

"CHICKEN!"

"Rephrase that will responsible parent," he said and smiled when he earned a loud snort from her.

He then sat up on the bed, gently called out to her and smiled when she actually did come to sit right next to him and what warmed up his heart even more was that she took his hand and playfully once again entwined it with hers.

"Yumnah, my love?"

"What do you want?" she asked as she made a lousy attempt to fake an angry voice.

"Let's have that coffee!"

"Bleh!"

"It will be right outside under the stars?"

"Hmmm!"

"Just me and you?" he asked and laughed loudly when she immediately replied with...

"IM IN!"

He pulled her close to him and whispered in her ear what he wanted her to do and laughed when she literally dashed out of the room at lightning speed and with the way he knew Yumnah, he could bet his life on it that she must have gone skipping three or four stairs at a time.

He then felt for both their pillows, picked them up along with their blanket and headed towards their room's open balcony and gently arranged everything on an old couch they had placed there some time back.

He knowingly smiled to himself when he sensed his wife's presence behind him, who quietly stood there for quite some time until he cheekily asked...

"Is this why you were asking me out? So that you could creepily stare at me the all night?"

"YOU WISH!"

"Then stop staring."

"I wasn't."

"Yeah sure."

"But...but...how do you always know? I barely made any noise this time...," she said with a sigh.

He smiled at her for a mere few seconds and then said...

"It's because I connect with you right from here," he said while pointing towards his heart.

"Oh cut the crap already."

"What?"

"That the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard and I literally almost cringed to death."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah!"

"Then how do you think I know that you are standing exactly here," he said as he walked towards her and came to stop only a few inches away

"I...I...," she stammered.

"It's because I know the smell of coffee you idiot," he said with a laugh as he took one of the cups from her hand and made himself comfortable on the couch, his heart warming up when she came and snuggled close to him.

Yumnah then dug into her dress's pocket, pulled out a chocolate and lovingly made Yasir have the very first bite to which he immediately replied with...

"No freaking way!"

"What?" she asked confusedly as she too, took a bite of the chocolate.

"Is this KitKat?"

"Yep!"

"Oh my God. You didn't!"

"Did what? "she asked as she tried to prevent herself from laughing because she knew exactly what he was trying to say.

"You stole from Minha's chocolates. Didn't you?"

"Excuse me?"

"You are a despicable parent, Yumnah. Despicable because you stole one. Why didn't you bring two? We would have had one for breakfast," he said and it took Yumnah a while to register what he meant before they both burst out laughing.

She laid her head on his chest as they both laughed so hard only stopping to catch their breaths and once again doubling in laughter because deep down they both knew that this was not the first they had stolen from Minha's chocolates.

It was just the first time that they were sharing it together!

"I swear I would have signed up for parenthood sooner if I knew that this was part of the package," he said when they had both caught their breathes.

"I know right!" she answered, her breath hitching when he moved even more closer towards her and placed his palm on her stomach.

"Yumnah," he whispered.

"Yeah?"

"I...umm...do you want us to have another baby?"

She remained silent and with the way her body had stilled, he had gotten his answer.

"I...I...," she struggled to say and heaved heavily when he completed for her what she was trying to say.

"You still aren't ready!"

"I am so sorry Yasir."

"There is nothing to apologise for at all Yumnah," he said with a smile on his face.

Yumnah took a sip of her coffee not knowing how to explain things to Yasir although she knew that he was the very last person who would try not to understand her.

It was not like she didn't want more children but after Minha's delivery things had just never been the same.

As much as she knew that it was very much normal but for the quite a few months, she had felt like her body had completely turned against her. She felt different. It had taken a long time for her to feel like herself again and she didn't even want to get started about the amount of weight she had gained.

She herself had guiltily not put much effort into trying to take care of herself and as much as it was four years later, she just wasn't the same old Yumnah.

She knew that, that was what motherhood was all about. It was about the sacrifices and what not and as much as she would have loved to have had more children by now if things could be simply put out...

She just wasn't ready and that was it!

"Whatever is on your mind Yumnah, trust me, I understand," said Yasir as he took her hand and brought it to his lips in a bid to reassure her.

She remained silent for a while after which she said...

"I just need some more time Yasir. I need some more time for myself afterwich we can have the twelve kids WE always wanted."

"I think you mean the twelve kids YOU always wanted?"

"For how long do I have to keep telling you to learn to be spontaneous?" she asked and laughed when he replied with...

"Forever!"

He then cuddled up closer to her and said, a very sincere look on his face...

"Yumnah, I just want to you to always remember and I mean always, that I will always love you. I will always love you regardless of the situation, regardless of how old we get, or of your looks. The day you walked into that room when we very first met, I didn't know how you looked like then, neither do I know how you look like now. I only agreed to marry you because I felt we had a connection. A heartfelt connection. Something that you and I still share and that is the only thing that matters to me... "

Yumnah's face lit up with the brightest smile after hearing her husband's words and she wasted no time at all in saying...

"You've been the best husband Yasir."

"Really? And what else?" he asked as he placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Well, you've been the most handsome, most respectful, sweetest..."

"You forgot blind!"

"What?"

"You forgot that I've been your blind husband."

"You, Yasir Hosseini have been everything but blind. You've been the PERFECT HUSBAND," she said as she laid her head on her husband's shoulder who immediately, tightly wrapped his arms around her.

But then again, it didn't matter what Yumnah really thought of her husband because far and wide and for many people out there, Yasir Hosseini would forever be LOVED and forever be known as...

Her Blind Husband!

THE END!

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PLEASE DO VOTE AND COMMENT.

I DIDN'T WANT TO SPOIL HOW I ENDED THE CHAPTER AND THAT IS WHY I MADE TWO EPILOGUES.

THE NEXT ONE WILL BE VERY SHORT WITH A HINT ON HISHAM.

UNTIL NEXT TIME,

ASALAM ALEIKUM.