Meaning of the quotes in picture☝️:

The heart which love with all of it wills,

Gets broken or dispersed..

Love always turns away infront eyes..

Oh the one who connects your heartbeat with mine..

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Shahzaib's POV :-

Her gesture frozen me on the spot, making my heartbeats irresistible and igniting the desires within. Oh! Its getting on my nerves. How can just a mere touch ignite flames underneath me? Just a mere touch..

"Bacha.." I whispered, looking in her deep dark green orbs.

She blinked her eyes, looking in my eyes than leveling it to my lips. An hesitation spread on her face when she slowly removed her hand from my lips.

"I..I wa-was..just-just making su-sure if you are really here." She stuttered, now looking at my neck.

"Is that how much you missed me?" I asked but she didn't replied.

"Your silence will only worsen the situation janan," I said before placing a soft kiss on her forehead.

Slowly sliding my nose towards her lips, I look into her eyes. She appears uncomfortable, afraid but more confused just like me. When I didn't got any response, I level my lips on hers and just about to kiss her when she turn away her face. I clutched the bedsheet with my right hand, looking at her subtle expression and heavy breathing. Putting her right hand on my chest, she slightly pushed me and walk out of the bed. I don't know what I am thinking right now but surely her beautiful presence leave no last sense of thinking in me. I didn't want to stay away from her, not now. With quick steps, I walk towards her and hold her from behind. My left arm holding her from her shoulder part than interwining our fingers, with my right hand I tried to make her look at me.

'So close janan yet so far forbidden...'

"Are you mad on me?" I asked, she look at me than shook her head in negative.

"Than whats the matter?" I asked.

There is a silence of some seconds when she quickly turn around and hugged me with full force. My hands hold her on her place, I know she finds it difficult to do because of my height.

"You shouldn't have to be this late." She said while crying.

"I am sorry, I won't do it again." I said, stroking her open hair.

Shahnoor's POV :-

I can't believe he is here, it seems like I am seeing him after a year. He seems so masculine with his strong arms around my waist, holding me close to him as we sleep together. Minutes ago, we shared such close moments. I can't believe what we were doing, forgetting what we are. But I like it, I know I have to break the last strand of what it is called self-control for such moments but I am helpless. I can't seem to control myself, not even my body corporates with me.

I was very nervous with his closeness, before he could go any further I excused him telling I am sleepy but here look at me, staring shamelessly his sleeping form.

I never gazed at his features this close and long. He has hooded eyes with perks of slightly golden lashes that are longer than mine, kissing his cheekbones. His straight nose with medium size of length, not too long connecting to his cupid's bow which is hidden under his moustache coloured of dark brown and hint of golden shine. Now that I look at his lips, they are so perfectly shaped as of thin patels but they aren't very thin. They are small and perfectly displayed with matte pinkish colour. I wonder what if he would have kissed me with them, the wild thinking of being this mess makes my heart uneasy. My eyes never leaving his face.

'You are so beautiful..' I thought looking at him.

Shifting in his sleep, his right hand coincidentally went into my t-shirt. My breath hitched, his cold hand refused to leave, sending shivers to my being. My body reacted to this foreign feelings, it felt like burning.

"Sunain (Listen)." I called him but he only stirred in response.

"Sunain.." I slightly shake his shoulder yet no response.

'Uff! He must be really tired'

Now I can only wait for him to wake up but I also need to make sehri for him.

"Umm..." He made noises in his deep slumber, making me smile on his childish behaviour.

. . . . . . . . . . .

"Finally, you are back bhai." Firoz bhai said with a grin and giving brotherly hug to him.

"Looks like you missed me alot." He said with a smile, reaching to his eyes and making it wrinkle.

"Aaa Lottt!" Firoz bhai said with ofcourse his overacting.

"Uncle," He said and walk upto raees uncle, who ignored him until now.

He went infront of him and slowly hugged him.

"I am sorry uncle." He apologized, making me smile.

Firoz bhai and I look at eachother with smiling faces before looking at them. Soon uncle hugged him back while patting his shoulder lightly than broke the hug.

"I am not mad on you anymore since I saw my daughter-in-law happy now." Raees uncle said with a smile, making my heart drop.

Everyone looked at me as I look down, not wanting to be centre of attention. I haven't looking up but I can feel his gaze looking at me.

"Look at her face, all brighten up with that smile..you gave her." Raees uncle said, I bite my lips before peeking up at his smiling face.

And my face heating up with unknown shyness as I quickly Look down with a huge smile. Ya Allah! Its so hard to control this smile.

"Aww..our shahno is being timid." Firoz bhai teased.

"I am going to make sehri!" I said and quickly walk away from the scene but I can hear their laughter.

~After some days~

Days are passing by quickly, I can't believe we came at half month of Ramadan and Alhamdulillah for that. I hope everything goes this smoothly in future but I wonder what farah must be doing right now. Is her Ramadan going all well? Is she happy? May Allah keep her happy.

Today I decided to break the fast with daud as he always breaks it in Islamic center where he got to make many friends, last night he insisted me to do iftari with him or most likely invited me. According to sunnah I cannot refuse his invitation as it is 5 most rules of islam to be followed by a muslim. I asked him by saying that my friend called me over for iftari, first he hesitated because he doesn't want to break his fast alone but than I insisted him and after half an hour making him understand, he finally gave me permission.

I wore my abaya and put on my niqab than taking my bag I checked if I had put everything I needed but My hand caught something else. I removed the square navy blue leather box from the bag, opening it I saw the heavily detailed watch that I bought for him on chaand raat. It is a Patek philippe Geneve ranged beautiful designed watch with hint of curve at its ticks join with leather straps.

'Will he like it?' I thought looking at its design.

Farah used to tell me that I don't have a good taste in fashion and all especially when it comes to men preferences, that is when we used to shop for our brothers birthday or eid gifts. Maybe I shouldn't give him, I clutched on the matel watch when I felt someone's presence behind me.

"Who is it for?" He asked in his velvety rough tone.

I turn around taking a deep breath, my eyes fond of his appearance. He looks deathly dangerous and handsome in his white Pathani and the turquoise colour double jacket that I chose for him as it is friday. I like to dress him up, no! I like to do everything for him from waking him for sehri to making him sleep at night. He likes to cuddle, a lot. Something I started liking too, now its impossible to imagine sleeping alone.

"Agar begum aap aise hi dekhti rehengi toh nazar lagjayegi aapke shohar ko. (Wife, If you kept on looking at me like that then your husband will get sick)" He said with a teasing smile, I blushed smiling as well and walk closer to him.

"May Allah protect you from evil eyes even if it is mine." I said, looking at him in eyes.

"You didn't answer me, who is it for?" He asked, looking at the watch.

I look at it than forwarded it towards him, he pointed his index finger at his chest asking 'For me?'.

"I didn't knew what to take than I saw this and felt buying it for you. I know I don't have a good taste in fashion but I like it anyways." I said with heated cheeks and nervous form.

He took the watch from me, putting it on wrist in a checking manner than he gave it back to me. My smile vanished at his gesture, He doesn't like it. Before I could make any assumptions, I saw him removing his previous watch than he forwarded his wrist towards me.

"Put it on." He said, my heart felt different kind of happiness.

I quickly put aside the box and helped him with the watch. It looked so cool on him, making him look like a Nawab (Prince) with the attire of his. But who knows why he is becoming the king of my heart.

After wearing the watch, he put his right hand behind my head and kissed me on my covered forehead.

"I like everything you chose for me." He said softly.

"And will it be like this forever?" My smile dropped at my sudden question, stupid shahnoor why did you ask such questions which makes everything awkward.

After a moment of silence, he hold my arms and pulled into a gentle hug. My head rested on his broad chest in which I can hear his heartbeats as fast as mine.

"I believe in living the present, my past bothers my little humaira, I know. I don't know about the future and past is what I don't remember but present is what I am living in and my present shows you." He said while his chest vibrates lightly.

'My husband, may Allah protect him and bless him with his mercy. Wherever you stay, near or far..I will always pray for your good.'

"I.. don't want...to see a.. future without you." I whispered, maybe he didn't hear but soon he will.

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"I want you to come over after iftari, there's someone you need to meet." Ammi said on call while I sat in Daud's jeep as he wanted to take me to his favorite restaurant.

"Okay ammi, I'll be there." I said.

"Okay take care and come soon. Allah Hafiz." She said.

"Okay, Allah Hafiz." I replied and cut the call than put the phone in my bag.

"What is she saying?" Daud asked.

"Nothing, just wanting me to be home and I guess someone came there." I said, shrugging.

"Now, we are here." Daud informed, pulling the car to parking area.

Soon we entered into the halal restaurant which happens to be the same name. It is very beautiful restaurant with wooden interior and cozy sitting areas.

"I booked us last seat, so that we can do iftari peacefully." Daud said walking upto the seat which he book.

It is a round seats area with a square wooden table in center and connected window. It started snowing out as small snowflakes fall down and some sticking on the window.

Third person's POV :-

Shahzaib did iftari but with disheartened feelings, he got habit of breaking his fast with his wife's hand. A small piece of khajur (date) that she eats and shares with him. It reminds him the story of Prophet Muhammad sallallahu alaihi wasallam when he used to share his food with his little wife Ayesha (R.A). How he wished his wife to be like her but he got betrayed instead than Allah blessed him with shahnoor, now when he look at her, the words will do no justice to her beauty and kind.

"Allah aapka shukr hai mujhe meri biwi se nawaz ne k liye, mein uski sehet or tandrusti ki bhik mangta hu aapse. Usey apne hifz-o-amal me rakhna or har buri bala se bachana. Ameen. (Thank you for blessing me with my wife, I beg you for her healthy well being. Please keep her under your protection and save her from evils. Amen.)" Shahzaib completed his Maghrib salah than stood up, walking in his study when his phone started ringing.

Removing the phone from the pocket, it displayed Rania's incoming call. Sighing he answered the call.

"Assalamu alaikum." He said.

"Walaikum assalam, are you free?" Rania said with bright smile.

"No." Shahzaib replied, sternly.

"Uff! Shahzaib, I really need to show you something. Plea-"

"Its shahzaib bhai! Don't you dare to disrespect rania!" Shahzaib almost shouted.

"Hmm.. whatever, I don't care but I know you care for your wife. Don't you?" She said with mischievous grin as her eyes pinned to the sight infront of her.

Shahzaib got confused on the mention of his wife.

"What are you saying?" He asked.

"She is sitting infront of me, oh my! Looking so beautiful with that smile and yeah forgot to tell you, Abu daud isn't a slow player hmm?" She said with sarcastic tone.

"What the hell are you trying to say?!" Shahzaib shouted jot understanding her point but surely the mention of Abu daud irritated him.

"Stop shouting on me, if you can't control your wife. Sitting here with another man, chatting so carefree." Rania said with irritated face.

Shahzaib's face drained its colour, he fisted his phone tightly.

'No, it can't be..she can't lie to me especially in this month of Ramadan. She told me she is gonna meet her friends.' Shahzaib thought all those positive thoughts he can.

"Get yourself together and come to the Halal restaurant if you don't believe me." Rania said and hung up.

Shahzaib gulped looking at the object on his desk, in sudden moment he took the car keys and rushed towards the car. Firoz saw his hurried form and walk up to him.

"Bhai, where are you going in this hurry? Is everything okay?" Firoz asked.

"Everything.. everything is al-all okay." Shahzaib stuttered along with his body trembled slightly.

Sitting in the car, he ignored Firoz and started the car. Today, the roads are too slippery because of the snowfall. Its still snowing but very lightly. Its so cold just like his heart, his hand trembled on the steering wheel. Eyes became glossy because of unsheded tears, mind buzzing with unknown fear. He feared being betrayed again, especially when his heart seem to be liking the closeness of his wife. He doesn't know what he will do if he found her with his enemy.

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On the other hand, farah helped her chachi in kitchen. Lightly humming the song she likes, her heart feeling happiness on the arrival of her sister.

"You really wanted to see shahno this much, you look very happy meri bacchi." Mrs. Rukhsar said.

"Ji chachi, when she will be here? Its almost isha prayer time now." Farah said with pouty lips.

"She said she is doing iftari with her friend and will be here once she is done there. You know friends won't leave you this easily." Mrs. Rukhsar said with a forced smile.

"True but I only had her as my friend, no one was with me except her. Standing like a shield infront of me, even when she had to face shahzaib's wrath in order to protect me." Farah said, remembering all those memories of her wedding in India.

"Farah, beti can I ask you something?" Mrs. Rukhsar asked.

"Sure chachi." Farah replied.

"My shahno was always with you in your hardships, will you be there for her when she'll need you? Won't you oppress her in any way?" Mrs. Rukhsar asked and farah Look at her.