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A M I R A ♡ S A A D

Amira and Saad came out of the door of the party and made their way to their car.

Saad's cousins had come over to England a few days ago and threw a party.

They had invited almost everyone from the Malik family, which included Marina and Shahroz too but she couldn't come due to being in the last days of her pregnancy.

Amira and Saad had been married for four months now, and she couldn't have been happier with their marriage.

He always listens to what she had to say, and always did what was best for her. He was always the first one to push his ego away and hug her after their little fights before she herself had the chance to.

Right now, they were in their car and Amira was awfully quiet. She was always the one to strike conversation and be the reason for the noise in the car, but today was an exception.

Saad's cousins and had completely ignored her and kept talking about how Saad should've 'married a Pakistani instead'.

They kept talking about her and acted like she wasn't in the room.

She missed Marina so badly at that time.

She thanked God she had downloaded flappy bird in her phone to keep her occupied.

"Mira?" Saad asked exasperatingly and she snapped out of her reverie.

"Jee (yeah)?"

Saad gave her a sideways glance before resuming his attention on the road.

"I've been calling your name the past five minutes. What's wrong?"

He could sense Amira tense right beside him but she quickly brushed it off and answered.

"I'm just.. tired.." She sighed tiredly.

A normal person would understand and brush it off like her too, but Saad, her husband, wasn't like that.

Little did she know Saad Malik wasn't someone who buys lies easily.

"Okay." He nodded, not wanting to press the matter further right now.

He'll ask her when they reach home.

For the rest of the hour in the car, Amira had leaned her head on the headrest and slept, and Saad had been glancing at her every now and then, checking if her head wasn't placed in an awkward position which would result in a headache later on.

He even stopped the car at a spot to fetch a pillow from the trunk and tucked it between her jaw and shoulder.

She didn't even wake up.

She was such a heavy sleeper.

He laughed at the thought and continued driving till they reached home half an hour later.

"Mira." He shook her gently, "Wake up."

She let out a soft snore and it was getting hard for him to control his laugh as he shook her again but she didn't budge.

He sighed.

He placed one arm under her knees and the other under her back and carefully carried her out of the car, closing the door by his leg in the process and pressing the button on the key to lock it.

She was still asleep while he brought out the house keys from his pocket, his left leg holding her knee in the air as it was getting harder for him to keep in balance.

'Wake up already!' He thought as he turned the keys in the keyhole, his balance on its peak.

He pushed the door open with his leg and quickly layed her down on the nearest sofa before closing the door.

She finally stirred and her eyes opened slightly as Saad stood in front of her, looking at her amusedly.

"What?" She spoke groggily, "How did I teleport here?"

Her eyes still hadn't opened properly and Saad still watched her.

"I brought you here." He said matter-of-factly and she nodded briefly.

She rubbed her eyes and saw her makeup come off as she stared at her hands.

"Oh my God I probably look like a Dracula now.." She whined.

He raised his eyebrow in pure amusement.

It was always hard to control his laugh when he's with her.

Even though her makeup was smudged now, he still found her as beautiful as the first time he layed his eyes on her five years ago.

She blinked a few more times before getting up and stretching, her legs taking her to the bathroom to wash her makeup and then change.

Her mood was still kind of damp due to what just happened at the party, but Amira wasn't one to dwell on the black spots in her life.

She wanted to clear her head.

She was going to watch cartoons.

She made her way to the sofa and adjusted herself before turning on the TV and scrolling through the channels until she found Tom and Jerry.

Saad watched her from the kitchen while munching on some biscuits, his eyebrows raised as he watched her in bewilderment.

He soon joined her on the sofa, his arm around her shoulder as he brought a biscuit near her mouth until she took a bite.

"Something bothering you?"

She continued chewing the sweet sugary goodness, her eyes not leaving the screen.

"No."

He smirked and took a bite out of another biscuit and bringing the remaining to her mouth.

"Something happened at the party?"

She sighed before closing the TV, knowing it won't help when he's bombarding her with questions.

She turned to him, his arm still around her.

"Would you be mad if I say something about your relatives?"

His chewing slowed down and he swallowed, his face expressionless.

"Not always, but depends on what you gotta say." He shrugged.

She sighed before getting up and going to their bedroom.

"Hey!" He shouted once the warmth from her faded away, "Where are you going?"

"To sleep." She said immediately and he instantly regretted what he had said.

He followed her to their bedroom and watched as she closed the night lamp and tucked herself under the covers.

He didn't want her to sleep when something is bothering her.

He turned on the lights immediately and she got up, her glare being deadly.

"What do you want?!"

He sighed and sat down next to her on the edge of the bed and took her hands in his and caressed them with his thumbs, his gaze never leaving hers.

"I want to know what's bothering you." He gave a sad smile.

She huffed and looked away.

She knew she had to tell him now.

"Your.. your cousins said that I shouldn't have married you." She paused to collect her breath, "Because I'm Indian and not good enough.."

Saad was furious once he heard the words leave her mouth. He didn't know they had been insulting her.

His wife!

He hid his anger and plastered a smile on his face as he placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Go to sleep. I'll talk to-"

"No!" She interrupted him and he looked taken aback.

She paused for a while before continuing, her expressions suddenly showing regret.

"I don't want you to ruin your family ties because of me.."

He looked at her confusedly before recovering and smiling again.

"Okay. Go to sleep." She gave him a weird look, "I'll just pray and join you in bed."

She didn't look convinced so he pressed a kiss on her cheek and made her lie down and turned off the night lamp.

Not before slipping his phone in his pocket from the nightstand.

He knew he would slightly upset her by doing something she told him not to, but he couldn't just let it happen.

He couldn't just let it happen to his wife.

He quickly made his way to the conjoined bathroom and turned on the tap, his hands making particular parts of his body randomly wet, making her think he was making wudu (ablution).

He knew she could hear the water running.

He rolled his sleeves and came out and left the room, thinking Amira had already slept.

She didn't.

She was still staring at the ceiling, her mind going back to what they had said.

'Saad could've done much better by marrying a Pakistani.'

'How could he even want her?!'

'Imagine how their kid would feel of having an Indian and a Pakistani as his parents.'

Amira shook her head, getting the thoughts out of her system.

She wasn't one to think too much about these kind of stuff, but Saad questioning her had reminded her again and again.

She wasn't one to cry easily and she knew that better than anyone else.

'How long does it take to pray?!' She thought as she checked the time on the wall clock.

It had been fifteen minutes and he wasn't back.

And then she gasped as she sat up and remembered.

He had already prayed before they left.

She got up and threw the covers on the ground, not before grabbing her red dupatta (shawl) which matched her red kurta and draped it on her neck, the rest of it going behind her from her shoulders.

She searched for him everywhere in the house, but she couldn't find him anywhere.

She sighed as she leaned on the wall for support before she heard his voice from the garden.

"..yeah.. and please tell them to not bother her again.."

She gasped.

Who is he talking to?

She took slow steps closer to the garden and there he stood, facing away from her.

He had his phone to his ear as he continued speaking.

"Mhm.. and if it happens again then I'm really sorry to say.. I won't be seeing the people who hurt my wife.."

Her heart skipped a beat once she heard him mention her.

He was talking for her?

She couldn't help but smile at the thought of him doing something just so she wouldn't be hurt.

Saad said his salam and cut the call and stared at his phone with a small smile on his face.

He turned around and his eyes widened once he saw Amira stand a couple of steps behind him.

"Praying, I see." She crossed her arms and looked up at him.

He swallowed his saliva and scratched the back of his neck.

"You.. you heard?"

She nodded her head with a small smile on her lips, the light from the inside casting shadows on their faces in the right places.

He took a few steps to see her face clearly.

The wind hit them gently as her hair flowed with its pace, and Saad ran a hand through his own locks to prevent them from coming in his face and seeing her properly.

"Why did you do it?" She asked, her hand tucking a few strands behind her ear which were coming in front of her face.

He gulped, "You told me not to, but I had to."

She asked the question which hit her the second she heard him mention her.

"Why?"

He smiled, his eyes not leaving hers as he took a few steps and stood in front of her, his hands going straight for her face as he held it gently, her leaning into his touch.

"Because I've said it before, and I'll keep saying it again and again."

He brought his nose to hers and looked into her eyes, his tone serious for once as her lips parted.

"I love you."

She smiled, her heart swelling with the same feeling he mentioned as he smiled back at her, a few of his locks tickling her forehead.

"I love you too, Saad."

And with that, he kissed her so slowly that she felt herself getting intoxicated as he held her and took her breath away, her hands holding his face.

They soon pulled away, their breaths evening out as she voiced the question which popped in her head.

"What if you'll have to lose contact with your relatives?"

He smiled as he placed a lingering kiss on her forehead before answering her.

"Then I will, because in the end, I'd do anything for you. Anything."

She rushed into his arms and he hugged her, his laughs filling the air as she held onto him.

He kissed her hair and promised himself the same thing he did to her.

That he would do anything for her.

Anything.

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Hey there peeps! I wanted to write this chapter as I felt Amira and Saad's part was kind of left incomplete after the engagement, so I wrote it.

I just wanted to say that there are people like Saad's cousins in every culture, and it's best to avoid mingling with them (as I do).

I accidentally published this chapter as my phone fell from my hands, so I unpublished it and published it again..

Take care and InshAllah Allah showers you all with His blessings!

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