My hand reached to the other side of the bed, finding it cold and empty. I closed my eyes tightly feeling the sun rays fall over my eyelids as they announced their arrival.

Groaning, I turned on my back. Fluttering my lids open, the bright room greeted me making me sit up. Casting my eyes at the large balcony windows and glass walls, a smile easily fell across my face.

The sea waves crashing against the shore becoming a melodious background music to my ears. The bright sun rays illuminating the large room.

The smell of sea and warm sand spreading all around the large suite.

Falling back on the soft mattress, I snuggled into the pillow. Sleep slowly trying to hypnotise each of my body fiber. Just as I closed my eyes, the balcony door opened.

Turning on my side, I narrowed my grey eyes at the man. My husband walked in with Amaan on his back, probably getting a piggy ride.

" Hey"

Arsalan said, a grin falling across his features making him look boyish in the early morning rays.

" Hi" I said. Amaan grinned behind his father's back.

" Mommy"

The four year old said waving at me brightly. Blowing a kiss his way, I sat up.

" Where had you two gone in the early morning?" I asked curling my hair in a messy bun.

" Nowhere, we just walked around the beach and had breakfast." Arsalan said as he winked at me, making me throw him a playful glare.

Coming to my side of bed, he pecked my head and my forehead. I groaned as he kissed the corner of my mouth.

" Uff, I haven't brushed yet." I pushed him away lightly. He chuckled before saying,

" Amaan, what say, let's tickle mama."

" No."

I warned them but just as Arsalan let Amaan on the bed, I was a laughing mess as the little chubby boy tickled me with his fingers.

With much difficulty I managed to get out of bed. Making a messy bun over my head, I glared at the two handsome men of my life that lay there relaxing on the bed.

I heard Arsalan chuckle making a smile curl my lips. He sat up as I turned to him.

" You know, this shirt really doesn't suits you right." I glanced at the floral printed pink shirt he sported. He made a bad face, looking down at it too.

" I know, I wonder why do they even gift us this."

I laughed.

" Babe, freshen up, I'll call for your breakfast." I smiled before making my way into the ensuite bathroom.

Brushing my teeth, my grey orbs swept over the white tiled bathroom. It was large and beautiful. The flooring was dark wood. The counter top was same dark wood with fluffy mats here and there. The shower was enclosed in a glass cubical with the white tiles. And small flower pots were placed on the floor with fresh towels on a rack besides the washbasin.

Arsalan and I along with Amaan were on vacations. Arsalan had gotten a long leave for us and had planned to visit Spain. And so here we were on the beaches of Tenerife- the largest of Spain's Canary Islands.

He had booked a large suite in a very beautiful resort by the beach. The suite was luxurious and grand. It was on the first floor and having advantage we had the whole balcony that overlooked the beautiful beach. There was a small pool on the side of the balcony with lodging chairs. The only entrance to the room was from the stairs on the side of the balcony.

One side of the room was complete glass wall that gave the view of the sea and the island around. The flooring was wood and everything was themed in dark blue , brown and white.

The large bed was in the centre with the living room separating the bedside and balcony.

The beach was extremely beautiful that had variety of sand from brown to black. The resort was all about comfort and relaxing.

It had been two days since we had been here and today was the day Shahwar, Salah and Ahya Imraam join us. The brothers were planning on vacations for a while now and Spain seemed to be the best destination travel.

Zipping up the brown long dress, I brushed my hair before putting on some lip balm.

Coming out from the bathroom, I saw Amaan sound asleep on the bed. Picking up the towel and Arsalan's shirt from the floor, I put it away seeing fresh breakfast placed on the table. From the glass wall, I could see Arsalan standing on the balcony, a phone attached to his ear.

He walked in seconds later, his built form leaning over me as he kissed my cheek.

" Imraam and Salah, are going to be here in an hour." He informed as I nodded.

" I can't wait to meet them. The kids are going to be jumping up and down the place." I laughed as the man chuckled.

Pulling the floral shirt over his head, he threw it carelessly on the bed. His muscles flexing and the mere sight had me flushing heat.

Noticing, he lazily walked to me,

" Its hot in here, it is the sun or it is just you." He nuzzled my neck and before I could stop myself, I blurted the words out.

" maybe its the other way around." He chuckled loudly against my heated skin. Pushing my hair over my shoulder, he kissed my shoulder before I shooed him away.

As Arsalan went to take a shower, I tidied up the room. It wasn't an hour later when Salah and Imraan had checked in the resort with their families. Their rooms were on the second floor but were same as ours.

Shahwar was squealing at the view with her five year old Maira. Ahya was grinning, her eyes twinkling with so many sparks that I couldn't help but wonder us like teenagers.

" I don't think I even want to freshen up when this is the view I'll be seeing for the next three weeks." Shahwar whisper yelled to me and Ahya as the men went downstairs with the kid.

We laughed. I helped them unpack before lunch. We talked for a little while as they got dressed and I couldn't help but love them more. They were sisters to me more than being my sister in laws.

Having married to loving husbands, we still had ups and downs. I was skeptical if Shahwar would even agree for travelling because of Salah's recovery. The couple had gone through a worst part of their life with a little girl they had to raise. But we were still together.

Time flies, and it does and in doing so it washes away the pain too.

" Amal, which one should I wear." Ahya asked holding out two pieces of scarfs. Pointing to the mango yellow one, I smiled.

She smiled back before wearing it.

A knock sounded and minutes later, Salah walked in. Shahwar went to his side, her eyebrows furrowing.

" Do you want something, should I get you the blue shirt?" She asked placing a hand over his arm. Ahya shared a look with me and I tried to hide my smile.

" No, Shahwar. I am fine." My brother in law said lovingly to his wife and as he turned to his suitcase only then did I notice the scar running from his elbow to the length of his shoulder. It was faded but was still there.

" you ladies, come downstairs. We are waiting at the table." He said to us before taking his phone and walking out.

" Come on, its time for some delicious food." I said and the girls laughed and we locked the room and joined our family.

The dining hall was all buzzed up. With families from all around the world. Enjoying their vacations by the warm beach. I took a seat before my husband seeing that the men had already ordered. I tugged Amaan's napkin on his shirt as he sat in his high chair.

My son was growing with his father's wonderful features. Sure he had my black hair but Arsalan's dark eyes stood out most.

" Mommy, I don't wanna eat this." Amaan said scrunching his nose as he pushed the peas away from his food. I laughed softly.

" Okay, then keep them aside." I said before turning to my plate.

Shahwar had dialed Zarah's number and as she talked I couldn't help but miss my little sister in law. Zarah would have loved to join us but the young doctor couldn't get a leave from her house job.

" Bhai, I want the ketchup." Maira said and Aaryan stood up to help her with the red bottle. He then came by my side and poured some in Amaan's plate. The three kids were siblings goal. Although we, mothers were raising our kids in different country's but we made sure that at least once a week the children talked through the internet. And how sensible Aaryan acted around the two younger ones, I was sure that he was following Imraan's footsteps.

" Amal , eat." A voice said and as I looked up at Arsalan. I smiled at him. His face glowed with love as he stared at me.

I couldn't thank the man for giving me such a wonderful family.

" I love you." I mouthed from across the table.

The handsome man grinned before reaching for my hand, his charcoal eyes sparking in the bright rays.

" I love you too." He whispered back.

After lunch, we slipped into comfortable slippers and walked to the beach.

" Chachu, Ice cream!" Maira started chanting as soon as we had stepped into the sand. Aaryan and Amaan were already walking to the ice cream stall by the side. Ahya, accompanied her husband as the man scooped the little girl in his arms.

Turning around, I saw Salah and Shahwar walking hand in hand to the stalls that had fancy floral shirts and hats.

The side of the beach we were on didn't have many people. And the waves were soft. The warm breeze swept past me, making my black tendrils fly all over my face. Tugging my hair behind my ears, I pulled the loose scarf over my head.

A large hand reached towards mine, making me look up at charcoal eyes.

" Come." Arsalan said as he took off his flip flops making me following suit. The sand felt warm beneath my feet. The sun shining above our heads.

Hand in hand, we walked towards the water. And the feeling was magnificent. I felt like a little girl. Free and loved.

" I love it here." I told Arsalan. He smiled.

" will it always be like this?" I asked the man.

" Like what?" He asked pushing my hair away from my face.

" Like this. Special. Where you'll love me the same way as you do now."

" Always." Arsalan said leaning down to brush a soft kiss against my forehead.

The water tickled our feets. And soon our family was joining us.

The thing about Tenerife was , it was as lively in the night as it was in daytime. Opting for a light green dress, I matched a dark blue scarf with it. Applying winked eyeliner, a wore a nude lipstick.

Slipping my feet in my flats, I checked on Amaan seeing the boy sit with Aaryan and Maira. The kids dressed in fresh clothes.

" Where is baba?" I asked Amaan seeing Arsalan not present in the room.

" Amal Chachi, he has gone out. Chachu said he will be back in minutes." Aaryan replied me.

Taking my phone, I switched off the television and helped the kids with their shoes as we walked out.

Our dinner reservation was booked in a restaurant that served on the terrace. Upon seeing me enter, Ahya waved at me. I smiled reaching the table and settled down with Amaan on my side.

Arsalan was still nowhere to be seen. A pang of worry stirred inside me. And to subside it, I looked around.

The terrace gave a full view of the island and the large resort. The sun had set an hour ago and the breeze had become colder. The terrace was decorated with fairy lights and candles. On one side was the restaurant while on the other side, a local band sat playing Spanish music whilst a lady sang in her melodious voice.

The ambiance was light and soothing. Ahya and I talked with Shahwar and minutes later the handsome man came in. His built figure sporting a plain black button down with black pants. His dark hair falling on his forehead giving him the boyish look.

And the heads that turned his way when he walked to our table had me curling my fingers on my lap.

" I am sorry." He excused as he sat besides his brother. Within minutes, we ordered the sea food and feasted on the scrumptious food.

Imraam pulled Ahya for a danced as she blushed profusely. Giving into his request, she stood up. Salah and Shahwar followed suit as the couples made their way under the fairy lit canopy. The music was soft and the beautiful couples swayed to the music.

" May I have this dance with it." Arsalan asked holding out his hand for me. Placing my hand in his, I looked back at the kids seeing our server already nodding at us to go.

Shahwar wore a baby pink dress with cream and red flowers running down the length of the dress while Ahya sported a cream summer dress. Their husbands whispering them god knows what as they smiled shyly.

My husband's arms snaked around my body as he pulled me closer making me narrow my eyes at him.

" Do you remember the first time we danced?" He asked smiling down at me.

I nodded, placing my hands behind his neck.

" I just knew that I wanted to be with you. You were so gentle with me. I always wanted to stay with you." I said looking into his eyes.

Placing his hand behind my neck, he pulled me closer. My eyes swept over to my sister in laws seeing them place their head against their husband's shoulder making me follow suit.

After the dance was over, Imraam suggested that they take the kids in a fun fair installed not very far. And the kids were squealing, after all the night had just started.

" Chachu, can Amaan stay the night in my room?" Aaryan had asked and Arsalan had agreed smiling at his nephew.

" I wanted to go to the fair too." I pouted turning to my husband as we made our way down the stairs from the terrace.

" I'll take you some other time my beautiful wife."

" But why not when they all went--"

" Because we were eating."

" At least I wasn't."

" oh then you would have let your handsome husband all alone so that the women there could feast on him."

I gasped hitting Arsalan's arm as the man chuckled loudly.

He unlocked the glass door and let me enter.

" Why don't you go change and I'll be back from the reception."

Nodding my head, I made my way inside the bathroom. Pulling off my scarf, I hanged it and noticed two white bags placed on the stool.

On the top was written, " For You."

I smiled. Peeking inside the bag, I found a white fabric. Pulling it out, I gasped.

It was a white dress made of lace and silk. Two thin straps would support up the dress. The neckline was boat shaped and the upper bodice had lace motifs decorating it. The lower half was long an flowy. Seeing the dress backless had me flushing.

Clutching the dress to my chest, I ryed the note pinned to it in neat writing.

" Waiting."

I chewed my bottom lip, thinking about Arsalan's all devislish planning. Peeking inside the other bag, I found beautiful white flowers in it.

Splashing cold water my face, I washed off the makeup. Brushed my teeth and wiped my face. Pulling away the green dress, I shrugged my gift on feeling it hug all my curves perfectly.

I was suddenly nervous, my toes were tingly and I felt exposed.

Your husband would only ever see you like this. My mind had said.

My hair were still a little wet from the early shower, so I dried up and pulled them up in a messy bun. Taking the white flowers, I put them in the bun.

Applying mascara, I contemplated for the lipstick. Choosing the red one, I dabbed some on my lips.

The cold air whispered against my exposed back as goosebumps traveled up the length of my arm.

I felt my knees shake as I gave myself a once over.

Holding my breath, I turned the door knob with shaky fingers.

My eyes widened seeing the room after coming out. The lights were out and what illuminated the room were thousands of vanilla scented small candles.

The white clean silk sheets were on the bed. And from the glass doors, I could see my husband's back as he stood facing the sea.

My heart thudded loudly against my rib cage as I made my way on the path made to walk between the candles. Closing my eyes for a brief moment, I opened them.

Sensing my presence, Arsalan turned around. His eyes widening before he closed his eyes for a second and groaned.

" God help me." He whispered reaching towards me.

" You look breathtaking." He said looking into my eyes.

" Thank you for the wonderful dress."

" And this." I said pointing to the candles on the balcony floor.

He smiled before cupping my cheek.

My lashes fluttered before they shied down not able to hold the intensity of the man's stare.

I gulped as Arsalan's arms snaked towards my waist.

His mouth closing over my ears.

" You are all mine Amal, for eternity." He whispered, making the warm shivers to travel down my exposed spine.

" come." He held my hand before leading me inside the room. Memories surfaced in my mind as I smiled.

" this reminds me of our wedding night." Arsalan chuckled as he stood before me.

" decorating it reminded me of it too."

My heart thudding just as loud as his was thudding.

" Would you have another dance with me." I didn't even need to answer before he was pulling me.

The crashing waves became our music as we softly swayed. I sighed keeping my head on his shoulder. His hand reached my exposed back as he placed his hand there. His touch causing a gasp to escape from my lips.

Arsalan pulled back, his dark eyes staring at me.

" Arsala-" His lips came crashing down on mine stealing away my next words. The kiss was soft, feverish as it started to consume all of me.

" I will always make it special for you, Amal."

My husband said pulling back, making me gasp for air.

His hands roamed over my back before he pulled me incredibly closer. His breath hitting against my heated skin. He kissed my earlobe, his lips dragging against my skin as if they had all the time of the world.

When the feather kisses reached the corner of my mouth, I was shivering in his arms. Fisting his black shirt in my hands, I closed my eyes as he kissed me hard. I found it difficult to match up his pace.

His arms tightened around my waist before me pulled me up from the floor. My toes barely touching the ground anymore.