tum aankhon se batana hum samajh jayenge,

tum halki si Sharmana hum tere ho jayenge

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The clouds had the vast sky occupied by them, creating different shapes which are usually imagined amongst us, one of them so saw was of a fairy and a magic wand in her hand as if casting spells upon the world for love

Fairies might be fictional but some of us are so attached to the elegant aesthetic concept that we even have made fairy codes, taken fallen eyelashes for wishing upon the stars, known galaxies over years and still think there might be some planet having creatures- magical creatures residing in them

This was Haya Yazan Ahmed

Her wishing upon the stars?

Yazan.

Her using her fallen eyelashes to pray and wish?

Yazan.

Her wanting an if not possible situation with her now husband?

Possible.

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The cold breeze of the morning swayed through the air making their way through the fairy curtains blowing upon the entangled couple snoring their way out

It was 6 am in the morning and the husband wife were sleeping without a care in the world, it was as if drugged

(A/N: ek dusre ke nashe mein duh)

Haya squirmed a little in her slumber wanting space but found her herself squished by some very big and strong and fluffy pillow and the pillow seemed to be...pricky?

Opening her eyes still in the pillow's hold she saw the thing she was thinking was a pillow was her husband

Yazan was sleeping with his mouth ajar with an almost invisible pout but his wife was able to make it out

His buff body squishing Haya with one on her waist and the other under her head acting as a pillow

His head half on Haya's chest and big being covering half of the bed with Haya almost on top of him

Haya saw as her husband slept ever so peacefully, she had barely saw him sleep let alone rest

He was as if running away from his demons

It would've been difficult for her squishy bear to take up the responsibility of a whole empire after his father passed away

She knew how stressed he would be due to Gul's health issues, her pregnancy has been going on difficult and doctors have told before hand that it'd be difficult to save both mother and baby during labour

Yazan never saw his mother, Gul was a mother to him, she had practically reared him, from his nappies to attending his parent teacher meetings when his father was busy

She knew what he'd be going through after having his own uncle betray him

It was all too much for him.

We usually take a man to be strong, to not to cry, to only be the support of his family, to take care, to not to show their weak sides to their known ones

absolute shit.

But men also posses emotions and have the right to cry or dwell over things which they regret or mourn over some loss

They are also humans

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Haya sighed as she ran her fingers through Yazan's thick locks and patted his back as he coughed

He needs a kadha

She made a mental note and unknowingly placed a kiss on his forehead until she released he was awake

and oh the crimson of her cheek

Yazan felt his hair being stroked and a light kiss on his forehead causing him to wake up

This was the best sleep ever in 2 months I've got. He thought

Getting his elbows up and palms on his head and face towards his now shying away wife, her eyes casted down, her cherry lips shimmering with the occasionally lip wetting habit she has and her hair sprawled majestically on the bed, he could feel the fluff and softness

Gathering the dancing hair lengths on her face he gathered them putting then behind her ear, which in return caused Haya to blush more and bite her lower lip (A/N: an anxious habit, I have it too)

"Tch..don't do it" he whispered in his husky morning voice causing shivers to run down her spine

Taking her lips between his thumb and forefinger, stroking it occasionally as he studied the delicate features of his wife

there you go..

"Look up" his throaty voice again demanded

Haya looked up as their eyes met and a spark was instantly ignited between them

Leaning down he pressed his mouth against hers in a breathtaking kiss, as their tounges fought for dominance

One hand squeezing her waist making her releasing slow and soft whispers in between whilst her hand on his back and another one in hair, pulling him even more closer if possible

Pulling away, Yazan rested his forehead against hers, their noses touching each other, breaths colliding, lips brushing and they took in large whiffs of air

"Good morning cheriè" he pecked her lips kissing her forehead making her enjoy the pure bliss

"Good morning" she opened her eyes and stared right into His, admiration shone in them

"Haya..I..I know I've done a lot of past mistakes and for which you'd even hate me but I want to make it right, make us right.

Mai janta hun Maine bohot aziyat pohchayi tumhe, hamesha tumse gusse se pesh aaya per ab mai vo sab thik karna chahta hu, I want us to work, I want us to have mini us running around, I want to take the title of being your husband in literal sense, I want to love you like no one other, I wish to live a prosperous and happy life with you, I want to love you- no! I love you! I love you Haya Yazan Ahmed, I love you so much" he spoke as tears dropped from both of their eyes

These weren't the tears of pain, these were the tears of happiness and beauty of their relationship, this was them!

This was their beginning! Their love hut.

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After the both of then had taken a shower, they had gone down the kitchen to prepare breakfast where Yazan had helped his wife, as he wanted to by back hugging her clearly making her shy away

As they roamed around the kitchen with their bodies pressed against each other and him dropping occasional kisses on her forehead

And then suddenly-

he coughed.

That's it!

"Hatein" Haya spoke

"Huh?" Her squishy bear was confused bro, a cute frown on his forehead

"Hatein tou sahi"

"Ab wahan jaake baithein"

He sat on the table obediently

"Lein, piyein ise" Haya ordered in a daring tone which amused her husband

"Kadha hai Haya, mujhe nahi pasand" saying this with a pout

"Lekin aapko peena padega Yazan aapko khasi hai" she stroked his hair

"Lekin nahi peena" he pouted again and ran away

Who knew the city's most influential business man would have to plead his wife?

Well..It's Yazan Ahmed Alif!

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so basically a filler chapter, I'll be wrapping this story up in three to four chapters also

I'm sorry for being late thou- schools have started so I've been kind of busy these days and hardly find time for saving drafts

I'll update tomorrow if possible, inshallah

Stay hydrated and always repeat

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Yours,

Eve