This chapter is dedicated to ArgentumStyles247

And all the honeymoon chapters will be dedicated to her, for I had promised to tell her in advance what happens but like, Idk what's gonna happen myself, so this is how Im making up for it.

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"So, you own this jet?"

I stifled a smug smile, "Yeah, we own this jet."

She fell silent after that, lost a bit to process this little piece of information, the way her eyes scamned her surroundings in awe made me want to soothe her, saying,

'This is probably just a tiny fraction of the kainaat you deserve, Kainaat.'

But of course, that never left my mouth.

Instead, I led the way inside as she followed up, and made herself comfortable.

This journey had barely begun, and I could feel that damn awkwardness creeping up.

Please be smart.

Taking in a deep breath, I glanced at her, the same moment she hurriedly looked away, and I bit my lip,

"What's the best thing that ever happened to you?"

She looked at me, surprised, "Why would you ask that?"

I shrugged, "We have a long way to go, I thought we could get to know each other."

I saw her roll her eyes, "Oh, so now someone's curious about me. All these days, and what were we doing? Ah, the pazeb, the nights."

I raised my eyebrows at her sudden outburst of confidence. Did she just just use sarcasm on me?

"Well, I would've been curious. But someone hated me. I was a bit busy, trying to lessen that hate in her heart."

Somehow, my remark didn't faze her,

she sighed,

"I must say, you should try harder."

I tilted my head to the side, taking in her confident posture,

"Is the hate, atleast, going down a bit?"

She averted her gaze, playing with the ring on her finger,

"Maybe."

I smirked at the way she completely turned away from me right after saying that, her hijab doing little to no help in hiding her blush.

I loved the way her confidence and shyness blended together.

I loved the way she blushed on my words.

In attempts to bring back her other side back, I continued,

"You still haven't answered me."

She looked back at me, biting her lip as she locked eyes with me, the simple eye contact tinging her cheeks a shade darker.

She muttered something under her breath before saying,

"Well, there are a lot of things. It might take the entire journey. Ask something else?"

I shook my head, "Speak the entire journey then, I'm all ears, darling."

This was probably the first time I called her darling in broad daylight, and to say that her face when I said that word was something so unusually dazzling would be an understatement.

There was something in her eyes, that sparked the minute I called her that, and lasted no less than a heartbeat, but it was there, and that was something else.

Her face shone brighter, the lips trying hard to not grace a smile, eyes then going downcast as her eyelashes cast a shadow down her cheekbones, entrncing me in their beauty.

And here, some feet above the ground, I really did think she was too beautiful to be true, let alone mine.

Mine.

The word hovered in my mind and my breath hitched in my throat.

She was so close, yet so far away, she hadn't even done anything, and yet just the sight of her had this effect on me.

What are you doing, Kainaat?

"Well," her voice snapped me out of my thouhhts, "I think Sahifa's birth tops my list of happy things. She was born premature, so tiny and she had this habit of wailing at random times when we used to talk to her. Her fists were smaller than toenails and oh Allah her eyes, she has my eyes! Well, Khalifa Bhaiya's eyes but we share the genes. I'm her all time favourite, and she's my all time favourite. We even used to sleep together at times."

I raised an amused eyebrow, "You love kids, don't you?"

"A lot, Zaid. I can't even begin."

My eyes glinted, and I knew she saw me saying it before I said it,

"Well, what would you name your daughter?"

Some sort of a pain crossed her features, but she hid it fast, though she didn't think I saw it.

Her reply came in an instant,

"Muskaan."

It was probably the way she said it, or the smile on her lips when she did, but I had my mind made up that I loved this name, as much as I loved her.

I loved her?

What the heck.

I didn't get a chance to ponder over my thoughts as she initiated a conversation,

"What about you? What would you name your daughter?"

"Well, after Muskaan, if we-"

"Excuse you, after Muskaan?"

I hadn't even realized I had said that, and my eyes widened. What is wrong with me?

"Err- I, um, I meant. You said you wanted to name her Muskaan so-"

"So you'll name our daughter what I want her to be called?"

"I like the way you're getting ahead of me in this talk, our daughter, is it, Kainaat?"

She probably wasn't thinking before speaking either, because as I soon as I said that, she shut up.

Smirking, I continued, much to the blush on her entire face,

"So, after Muskaan, I think I'll name the girl, um, I don't know really, but Mehek is a nice name."

That spark in her eyes was back, for no less than a heartbeat again, but it was enough to make my heart skip a beat.

Clearing her throat, she asked me again,

"What if it's a boy?"

I tilted my head to the side, "Are we having a family planning session?"

"No! I was just asking!"

I chuckled at her quick reply, but nevertheless said,

"Honestly, I've never thought of my kids. I don't know, really. Why do you ask?"

I saw her shrug, "I just wanted to see your choice."

I shook my head, "What would you name him?"

Again, she had her reply ready, "Yahya. Without a second thought."

I bit my lip, but then decided to take the leap and give my risk a chance,

"So, Muskaan, Mehek and Yahya, is it?"

This time, she openly rolled her eyes,

"Don't get so ahead of yourself."

I laughed at her blushing self, and she made a face at me, turning away and busying herself on her phone.

"You love your phone a bit too much."

She didn't look up, but absentmindedly answered,

"Yeah, I do."

I let her be after that, and resorted to looking outside the window, the sky hovering beside me as her image faded in the back of my eyes.

***

When I woke up next, the airhostess, who was actually my personal assistant, Zayra, came to me with a glass of lemonade and glanced at Kainaat,

"So, this is her?"

I nodded and saw the way a teasing smile surfaced her lips,

"I don't think we should wake her up, I'll just keep her drink here, give it to her later, will you?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Zayra narrowed her eyes at me, "You better not mess up, sir."

I shook my head and gave her a smile, motioning for her to just go away, to which she chuckled.

I kept a pretty informal relation with all my employees, outside my office, ofcourse.

Zayra had been working around here since my dad first started the company, she was just a teen back then, and dad had taken it upon himself to see to her studies.

Being a few ten years older than all of us, she saw to it that we were given, in her words, "the guide to teenage" when we hit our teens.

She was more than just an office assistant, almost like a third sister to me and Abaan.

When this fiasco of weddings happened, she was one of the first persons outside our family to know about it.

Suffice to say, when dad arranged our honeymoon, it was she who booked everything to perfection, with a six paragraphs long lecture in my e-mail about how I should treat the girl.

Taking a sip of the cold liquid, I turned to Kainaat.

Her breath even, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed, lips in a thin line and the easy rise and fall of her chest as she squirmed in her seat and pulled herself closer together, somehow managing a fetus position.

A while later I figured that she was probably feeling cold.

Getting up, I checked the cabin above her seat for a spare blanket we usually had in here, and though I found the blanket, being a light sleeper that woke her up.

She squinted at me, "What's happening?"

I shook my head, and bent down to her level, placing the blanket across her shoulders so that it covered her.

The lights dimmed the same moment I reached an arm behind her to push her seat back so she could sleep in a better position, not realizing that in doing so, I unknowingly trapped her between me and the seat.

The distance between us was of centimetres, my breath fanning her face as she lay still, not even daring to move a muscle, let alone blink, for any movement from any of us would probably lead to a lethal action that I probably would never get enough of.

Probably. Is a small word.

I gulped when our eyes met, her black orbs messing with my peace, the shyness in them hiding behind the irises which zeroed in on me, something different in her eyes as she gazed back at me, something that wasn't there before, trapping me in the sparks I felt and the warmth she held.

My breath hitched in my throat, again, as she leaned forward, her hand now on my arm as her lips parted and she let out a shaky breath,

"Zaidaan."

And her eyes went downcast, just as fast as my heart skipped a beat when she uttered my name.

I closed my eyes and inched away from her before I lost my mind and did something, my heart still beating fast, yet slow at the same time, as I hmmed back a reply,

"Hmm, yeah?"

I glanced at her from beneath my eyelashes, she leaned back in her seat, eyes gazing at me and something akin to disappointment in them peeked at me, but she was quick to avert her gaze,

"Nothing."

She bought the blanket halfway up her face, probably covering her pink cheeks again.

My knees suddenly felt too weak to handle my weight, the aftermath of that little moment still hovering over my stomach, and taking in a deep breath, I sat down behind her seat.

She wasn't asleep, I knew, but I didn't know how to lessen the awkwardness and disregard this unknown feeling.

God, she actually was driving me mad.

***

When we finally arrived after 9 hours of flight without a break, I was more than just thankful to get off the aircraft.

By now, the tension had efficiently seized as we were back on talking terms, with her being joyful, a different side I hadn't known existed.

"What's the most daring thing you ever did?"

She pouted as she pondered over my question, zipping her back and getting up as she moved ahead of me,

"When I was in tenth grade," she began, "I cut my hair on my own."

"So?"

"A bob cut with bangs. Baby cut."

My mouth formed an 'o',

"How'd you do that?"

She shrugged, "There was a salon nearby, I used to gethere daily and watch that lady do it. Somehow managed to get a hang of it, but I was grounded for the entire year with taunts from Mom saying how I ruined my hair."

She chuckled at the end of it and I raised my eyebrows,

"Someone isn't as shy as they look."

I saw a hint of a smirk on her face,

"Oh, believe me, someone definitely isn't."

I shook my head as we headed out, the cold air hitting us as she inched closer to me.

Instinctively, my arm draped around her waist and when she didn't flinch, I relaxed my hold around her, tugging her closer, my insides melting as her scent hit me.

"Why would you get taunted?"

She glanced up at me, "Baba didn't like girls getting short hair, besides, Mamma loved my hair and honestly, all the hair I have now are actually because of her. I'm too lazy to take care of them and if it wasn't for her constant look out for our hair and hairfall remedies, the three of us would've been bald by now."

I let out a low, hearty chuckle, "I see."

"It took me and mom years to grow them, and to this day they aren't as strong as they were, but I'm just glad they're back."

I motioned for the security gaurd to let us in as I showed him my identity card and company pass, the latter wishing us a happy stay as they let us in,

"I thought you cut your hair because you liked short hair?"

"Well, it got annoying when they started growing again. The bangs were fine, but the bob cut? Absolute nightmare."

I chuckled again and glanced down at her,

"You still have beautiful hair though."

She laughed at my statement, "You've seen my hair just, what? Once?"

"Yes," I inched down, gently pecking the top of her forehead, trampling her in my arms, "and that is enough."

I saw her close her eyes against me, a content smile on her lips as she let out a breath,

"I'm tired."

I let her go, instead intertwining our hands as we walked ahead,

"Just a bit more, darling."

***

"Will you, for the love of Allah, tell me where we are now?"

I shot her a look, "Wuhan, China."

She feigned a gasp,

"I never heard of this place! Thank you so much, I hate you so much more!"

I rolled my eyes, this girl really is a drama queen.

Playing with my fingers, she made a face, "If you don't tell me, then I'll ask someone else."

"Like who?"

She shrugged, "That dude who's gonna check our passports."

I rolled my eyes, as if thats something I couldn't take care of.

When we reached the passport control, I made sure that I was the only one who talked,

"Good evening, sir."

"Evening, can you please not disclose where we are right now, the missus doesn't need to know."

"Hey! What-"

"Sure, sir." The guy replied, shooting a tight lipped smile at Kainaat who muttered under her breath and frowned.

She stood beside me, glaring from the corner of her eyes as our passports were scanned.

The guy, whose name I didn't really bother to read, then asked,

"Is there anything dangerous that you might be carrying, maybe drugs which are banned in Sw- our country?"

He corrected himself just in time and I breathed in relief, however Kainaat beat me to it as she answered him,

"Only my heart."

I choked on my own spit and turned to her, wide eyed.

She, however, was looking at me with a mischeivous glint in her eyes and I figured that the words she used there were not only the answer to his question, but maybe a warning to me too.

A hint of smile pressed against my lips, I turned to the guy,

"Excuse us,"

"No, er- it's fine. I get it. Ahem, you can leave."

He hurriedly let us go and I chuckled behind her, and soon enough we were having a little laughing streak as people gave us weird looks.

"Now, now" I started, "isn't someone poetic?"

She, much to my surprise, snorted in a very, I must say, unlady like manner, and she too seemed to realize it as she smiled sheeposhly before saying,

"No, that's not me. Poetic is Husna. She writes and reads more than any person I've ever met, and her writings are amazing. You must read them, they're deep and yet somehow, they're so interesting everyone can understand them. She often used to read me her favourite shayars, and poets back in the days, and there was only one poem I liked."

"And which was that?" I asked, tugging her hand abd pullibg her closer as people swarmed in their own world.

"Barcelona Airport by Agha Shahid Ali, he used this line in hiz poem when someone at the airport asked him if he was carrying anything dangerous that could effect the passengers. I always wanted to do this, but if I did it while Mamma is with us, chappal padhti. So I did it now. "

I laughed as looked up at me with an amused expression,

"So, miss shy Kainaat is confident, sassy, and dramatic. Is she, now?"

She chuckled and placed a hand on my chest, right above my heart,

"She is."

She is in my heart too. No less than a heartbeat.

Her smile didn't falter, and neither did mine, as I wondered how many more layers of her existed, that I was yet to unveil.

***

"We're in Switzerland. Zurich."

"How can you be so sure?"

She laughed and punched my arm, she seemed to be touching me a lot in the past hour,

"It's obvious, dumbass. Who wouldn't know after seeing so many Swiss Chocolate brands that are only available in Swiss? And please, the security lines clearly had 'Zurich Airport' written on them."

It was my turn to snort, "Smart."

"I am." Came her smug reply.

She clung on to my arm as my tour Benz pulled up, and the workers hurriedly placed our luggage in as I let her in before settling in myself.

I shifted closer until we were side by side, then intertwined our hands and placed a light kiss on her knuckles, the simple act giving me goosebumps and causing her to tinge red,

"Chalo, Bismillah, Pashto chacha , take us our home."

Pashto, the driver, who must be around dad's age, nodded and smiled against the rear view mirror and I returned it.

Since it was late at night, we couldn't really see much outside, and I knew Kainaat was in no mood to gaze out with all the jetlag soaring in her.

Preserving everything for the days to come, when we reached our destination, which was a five star hotel I've never been to, I let Kainaat freshen up and curl up under the duvets as she fell asleep

Since it was still four and a half hours behind in India, I moved out of the bedroom and called Husna,

"Hello?"

"Husna?"

"Zaidaan jiju?"

"Hey, um, you free?"

"Yes. What's up? Is she being awkward? Ya Khuda, that girl-"

"No, no. I just had a question."

"Yes?"

"Can you, like, send me a list of all the places Kainaat ever wanted to visit and everything she wanted to do?"

"Well, why don't you ask her?"

I pinched the bridge of my nose, the Khan girls sure did ask a lot of questions and give a lot of explainations,

"I wanted to surprise her."

She let out a low whistle, "You know what? I'll just whatsapp you everything. It's long. Your woman is dramatic."

I chuckled, "She sure is."

With that, we hung up, and I went inside to a sleeping Kainaat, who didn't even bother to change her clothes.

My woman, sure is more relaxed than she ever was around me.

I just prayed that this honeymoon doesn't pass in a time no less than a heartbeat. I hope it stays a bit longer.

Because this Kainaat? I will never get enough of her.

*****

well, guess who has her final exam tomorrow but she spent the whole day writing this chapter? Me. I'm the girl.