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When I opened my eyes again, I was in my bed with the blanket keeping my body warm..Confused, I sat up.Was it all real? Was last night real?I looked at the empty side of the bed.I had woken up alone in bed.

Probably Arsalan carried me to bed.

I blushed thinking him carry me to bed when I am fast asleep.Pulling the blanket close to my cold body, I replayed all the scenes from last night.My heart ached after listening to what the man had said.A new lesson being taught to me by life-that everyone's life is not ideal.

The scars and wounds he showed me last night, the way his dark eyes pained or the vulnerability that stood out.I couldn't ever imagine him sad yet alone cry.Five long years must have been hard for him.Five long years alone, with not a soul to comfort him in a way he needed.I felt myslef blessed to have him.

He had easily dealt with all my past, my open scars didn't scare him.He didn't ever complain nor did he ever judge.But the why was he judged? Why was he humiliated?

Last night, as he rested his head against my lap, there was a determination in him.He wanted to be listened, he wanted to let it all out.He wanted to speak, a listener who could listen to him.And I was very lucky to be with him.To be able to help in something oh so sensitive.

Standing up from the bed, I walked over to the large windows in the bedroom.My eyes widening seeing the very sight before my eyes.Pressing my palms against the cold glass of the window, I eyed the sheer white layers of snow falling upon the land.

My eyes twinkling with happiness seeing the snow decorate the landscape.It seemed so surreal as the white and grey attracted everything.Clasping my hand together, I decided to find my husband first before making breakfast.

Walking out of the bedroom, I sound the house utterly silent.A deafening silence surrounding the walls making the smile to drop down my lips.Pushing the office door open, I walked inside.

The darkness that had surrounded us last night had long been swept by the ushering light from the day outside.The room was sophistically designed like a real office.A wooden table remained by the window with a chair.Files and all writing table stuff covering the table.A self remained at the side of the wall, stacked with books.The brown guitar remained standing my the off white walls.

I turned around to the wall that was filled with various hanging photographs.Seeing through the smiling faces, I froze.

My breaths halting, as my head spinned.Not believing my eyes, I moved closer to the wall wanting to take a better look.

No

No

No

No

My eyes couldn't believe it.It couldn't just be.My hand clasped around my mouth trying to stop the bubbling cries erupting in my mouth.The pictures were of his family.His family.His younger version with his family.Some were recent but many were back from Pakistan.I choked looking at each one of them.

I recognized his mother, his brother Imraan.His uncles and his cousins everyone.I cried falling down on my feet.

How could this be.

I knew him.I knew him since last five years.Wrapping my arms around myself I didn't know whether to cry or laugh.Suddenly the words replaying in my mind.

"Do you Amal Dawood daughter of late Dawood Maqsood accept Arsalan Khan son of late Junaid Khan."

The words repeating in my mind like a mantra now.A heavy weight being building up in my chest.Like a bolt of electricity, I stood up.

I needed to find Arsalan.

I just needed to see him this instant.

Walking out of the office room, I silently cursed myself for never going inside it since the last three months I had been here.The last three months, I had been married to him.

Walking back inside the bedroom, I looked down at my attire.The loose pyjamas seemed okay, but the shirt looked a little-Changing into another shirt and a pair of pants hurriedly, I pulled on my sweater before wearing the long overcoat.Not bothering about my hair, I wrapped a wool shawl loosely against my head.Pulling onto my boots, I stuffed my phone into my coat pockets, I rushed out.

My tears hadn't stopped even when I had brushed my teeth.As the elevator doors opened, I walked to the main entrance.The blast of cold wind hit me hard as the snow showered over.Walking with heavy steps, I rubbed my cold hands together as I looked around for my husband.

Deciding to ask the security guard, I walked over to the old man.Dirscting towards the side, he said that Arsalan had gone to the market side.

Cafe

Cafe was the first word that hit me.Making me jog towards where we had first gone for a night coffee.My heart seemed even heavier as I saw everyone rush with their steps because of the unexpected snow.With each step taken, it seemed as the distance was only prolonging.

Determined to meet him, I paced up with my steps.Turning the corner, I could see man and woman walked towards shelter as cold wind whizzed passed us. Running a hand through my hair, I felt the coldness against my face.

Gulping down my dry throat, I looked around.Disappointed I moved another step before stopping.Seeing the man stand a good eleven steps away from me.Dressed in a long coat, he had a beanie over his head.His hand held a cup in his hand as he stared at me with the distance between us.

A wave of relief washed over me seeing him before me.While everyone else was running around us, we two stood still against the ground with the snow pouring upon us.A stream of emotions went off inside me as I cried out loud.All emotions erupting inside me all at once.

One step.

Two step.

And three.

And then I was running towards him.

With all the energy in my body, and with all my will, I shortened the distance between us.Eveything slowed down as I pushed my body harder and into his arms.His body staggered a second before he steadied us and caught me in his arms.I clutched onto him tightly as he rubbed my back and tightened his hold.I cried against him.

" Amal, what's wrong?"He asked softly.

I couldn't answer as I pulled away.My hands cupped his face as I looked for any injury, any wound.

" You are okay?You are okay."I repeated sometimes asking him and sometimes assuring myself.Confusion slipped onto his face as he looked down at me.

" Amal, what has happened? You're worrying me."He asked placing his hand on the side of my face but I with the tears flowing down my face, I pushed his hand away.Leaning forward I kissed his forehead, his cheeks repeatedly.

" You're okay."

" You're okay."My voice only said.I choked yet again feeling my body slip down.The man kneeled besides me looking down at me worried.

" Janaan, what's wrong?"Arsalan asked.I cupped his face yet again looking at his features thoroughly.People from around us looked at us weirdly but just this time I didn't care.For whom I cared as here before me.Sitting on the road with snow around us didn't matter to me.

When my crying had stifled, I said finding the courage in me,

" I was your nurse when you were in coma."

I almost choked out seeing the man still before me.His body turning stiff as he stared down at me with his dark eyes.

" His condition is the same as the day he came here.I am starting to feel guilty about giving false hope to his family."Dr.Farhaad said making me look down at the young man who laid lifeless on the hospital bed.

When the doctor walked out disappointed, I sat down besides the man on the stool.I frowned at the stillness in his body,

" Do you have no respect for your family, here you are testing their patience and there they are.They've gone crazy crying for you."I said shaking my head.

" What?"The man whispered.His features twisting as if he was remembering it.

" Yes."I managed to say.

" I held your hand one night as you slept unconscious of your surrounding.Your brother Imraan was staying the night as he was doing for the past one month you had been admitted.I held onto your hand tightly wanting for you to wake up.Your brother would smile at my faint tries but I was determined that I wanted to see you awake-"

" Imraan was curled on the sofa at the side of the room as he cried silently like all the other nights.When my hand touched yours, I felt the warmth.The coldness was replaced with the warmth.I held onto your hand for a while until I felt your fingers twitch."My vision blurred as I held the same hand again seeing the man's glassy eyes trained on me.

" You fluttered your eyes and I gasped out making your brother to sit up on the sofa.I beckoned him towards you and when you opened your eyes, your brother was the first face you saw.That night, I was contended with all my heart and I walked out."I stopped before inhaling in large breaths.

I was relieved and so was Arsalan as he placed his hands on either side of my face.

" Amal"He said placing his nose against my cold one.Wiping away the stray lone tear from his cheek, I placed my lips against his cheek feeling his arms curl around me.

Minutes later we stood up as Arsalan offered that we had breakfast outside.Walking into the cafe, he ordered for us before settling before me.With the warmth in the cafe, I felt heat rushing to my skin as his heated gaze stared at me.Nervously looking down at my hands, I realised the stunt I had pulled outside.

Holding my hand in his larger one, the man gained my attention.

" After I decided to never see her again, I started to work harder.Trying to dissolve myself in work but some days later, abbo asked me to get some files from a friend of his who worked in a school.Happy that abbo was finally speaking to me I compiled his order.There in that school, I saw you for the first time.I smiled and you smiled."

My eyebrows wrinkled as I glanced at the man, his words processing in my mind.

" I don't remember."I said truthfully.

" We met-I met you at the hospital for the first time."I said seeing him shake his head.

" No we met at the school.Where I saw you for the first time, dressed in a white dress like an angel."He said making me look down.Continuing he said,

" To be very honest you seemed to brighten my day.I know that some days back she was after me but I didn't meant anything bad for you.I just looked.And since that day I know your name."He shrugged his shoulders innocently.

" But unfortunately that day, when I returned to go home-I got a call from my mother telling me that abbo had a heart attack and they were taking him to the hospital.Just wanting to be there with my father, I sped up through the highway and the next thing I know was a crash.People were shouting and ambulances and pain and blood."He hissed as if reliving it making me tightened my fingers against his hand.

" That day, I reached the hospital but not for my father but for myself.I was barely conscious.Abbo passed away that same day and I never got to talk to him.See him for the last time.Or even shoulder his coffin.My family didn't even have any news about me as we were in different hospitals.I went into coma and when I woke up to Imraan I asked him about abbo first thing.I kept repeating but he kept giving me false hope."He sighed loudly.

" When I arrived back home, I got to know that my father had died a month and half ago.The most devastating news ever."

Our food arrived and the man began eating silently erasing all the questions from my mind.I felt myself a little happy.

I had known him since last five years.

When we reached back home, Arsalan pulled me in his arms instantly as he smirked down at me.Making me squirm in his arms.

" Care to explain the stunt of kissing me outside?"He asked playfully making me blush hard.

I averted my eyes not able to stand the intensity of his dark charcoal eyes.Running my hand over his coat, I felt the need to tell him,

" I believe you Arsalan, and I trust you.I believe that you were honest that night and you are honest now."I just wanted him to know that he wasn't alone in this.

He smiled at me,

" You.You are my light, janaan."He whispered making me smile.

" And you are my light."I said before he captured my lips in a sizzling searing heartwarming kiss.Making butterflies to erupt in the pit of my stomach.

My heart warming and painting Red again.