~ You are the love that came without warning; you had my heart before I could say No.

Zameer

Life took a drastic change. From the first day I met her, an unknown emotion settled deep within my chest. Fluttering me with a childish excitement in the most clueless way I ever knew. And today, she became my wife.

Standing outside my house, I took deep breaths.

Breath in.
Breath out.
Breath in.
Breath ou--

"Are we going to stand here the whole night?" She asked, looking the other way. 

Oho. My lips stretched into a wide smile. I almost forgot about her sassy nature.

"If that's what my wife wants, then I'd do so without a word of disapproval," I replied, a small smile playing on my lips.

Her eyes widened and I heard her take a deep breath. "No, that's not what I want."

"Then, what do you want?"

"Nothing."

And that seemed to be the end of our conversation. For now.

I outstretched my palm, "Come, Amyrah." With an unsure look, she forwarded her palm, keeping it on mine. Her hands were baby soft yet I knew what they were capable of. I held it closer and interlocked our fingers.

Together we walked.

After a couple of steps, I stopped in my tracks. In a swift motion I turned around, facing her, staring deep into her eyes, tightened my hold on her hand and kissed the back of her palm.

My lips lingered not even for a second, and before I knew it, I turned and walked inside.

With her hand on mine.

"Welcome home, love."

"What the hell---!!?"

***

"What were you'll doing outside for so long?" Mom asked, batting her eyelashes.

For the first time, I was glad mom was standing right beside the door. Else, Amyrah would have freaking killed me.

"Nothing."

"Hey Amyrah! Oh my gosh, we can actually have so much fun---" Zehra began excitedly, but stopped when mom gave her a deathly glare.

Mom went towards Amyrah and hugged her. "Welcome home, darling."

"My daughter-in-law is finally home," my step dad said. His voice reminded me of dad, if only he was here right now.

"Um..." Amyrah stayed silent, I guess she didn't know what to reply. Then she flashed mom a fake shy smile and looked down.

That did it. Mom pinched her cheeks and said, "Now now, don't be shy dear."

I rolled my eyes. If only she knew.

Then with a wave at us, they left us alone. Again.

I was sure now that we were alone, Amyrah would snap at me or worse, yell. But no. Her eyes were still on the floor and she kept playing with her fingers; closing, opening, folding. Huh?

She's shy? Nop. Amyrah can never be shy. Never.

Then, I noticed her cheeks. It was rounded with a taint of pink in it.

Did my mom pinch it too hard?

Or---? Nop. No. Never.

"Hey," I began. She didn't look at me. "Are you going to stand here all night?" I joked to lighten up the mood. Still no reaction.

"Are you there?" I tried again.

"Yes. Yes. I am! Let's just get this over with!" Amyrah snapped, like she's having a huge battle in her mind.

"Get over with what?" I mused.

"I... I meant... I... meant..." she suttered, turning a deep shade of red once again. She was clearly embarassed about something, but what?

"Are you okay? Why do you look so red?" I asked, squinting my eyes at her.

"It's hot here. So hot. Yes. Yes, that's why," she mumbled, again to herself.

"Now, shall we go to our room?" I asked smugly.

"Yeah... of course. Our room. Yeah right. Our... of course," she mumbled again.

What the hell is wrong with this woman today!?

***

Amyrah

I. Am. Crazy.

All the past year's emotion, came rushing, from the time I stepped out of the car. Why? Just why am I acting like this?

My palms turned sweaty. Lips pale and my entire face was blooming in red.

I felt so... so... shy.

So very cautious of myself. I didn't even know what am I blabbering.

And Zameer! That stupid man actually had the audacity to ask why am I red! And calling me love? Kissing my hand!? Who the hell does those stuff? How the hell could he even think of such things!?

Why the hell am I calling hell now!?

Currently, I was standing inside the bathroom with a frown on my face. I took a deep breath. It was time to go back to the room.

Oh my Allah. I can't. I can't. I just can't. But I have to.

What will he think of me? I've been in the bathroom for almost an hour.

I don't know what to do?

Shut up, Amyrah. Shut up. Wait, am I even speaking? Nop. Then why the hell is my mind telling me to shut up!? I am calling hell again.

It's jannah, Amyrah. Paradise.

"Are you asleep in the bathroom?" I heard a deep voice, it felt like music to my ears--- I mean... excuse me? What the hell!?

I'm mad. I really am.

"Woah! You actually admitted it?" I heard his voice.

Huh? Did I say it out loud? Geez. Geez. Amyrah! Get a hold of yourself.

I took one last-long look at the mirror and opened the door hesitantly, taking quick steps forward, but only to bang my head on a hard rock.

No. I guessed wrong.

The hard rock was him. Why!!? Why!? Why!? Just why?

I quickly moved back, and banged my head on the bathroom door.

"Ow! Urgh! Why is this happening to me!!!?" I literally screamed.

"Are you okay?" Zameer looked at me, with his eyes widened.

"Just shut up. It's all your fault," I said frustrated that he can speak so casually, while here I am being such a dork.

"What? What did I do?" He asked. Then as if a sudden thought appeared in his mind, he said, "Oh so you wanted me to hold you in my---"

"Just. Shut. Up."

He gave me a funny look and just before shutting the bathroom door, murmured something like, "She's seriously mental."

"Hey---!!"

The door banged shut.

***

As soon as the door shut, I ran to the bed and flopped in it, covering myself with the blanket.

Intentionally I slept in the middle with all four pillows cuddled around me.

Sleep.

Sleep.

Sleep.

Grr. The bathroom door creaked open. How fast is this guy!?

I closed my eyes.

No sound.

Isn't he going to atleast make sure I really slept?

No sound.

Where is he going to sleep?

Still no sound.

Where the hell is he!? Heaven, Amyrah.

No sound. Urgh. This guy.

Slowly I opened my eyes and moved my head, just then a voice came.

"I know you are awake, love."

Why!!?

"Yes, I am. What's your problem?" I asked gravely, but only I knew how much of a scaredy cat I was at the moment.

"Every problem of yours is mine," came his reply. "Love," he said after a pause.

"Stop calling me that," I snapped.

"Why so?"

"Because it makes me---" I shut my mouth with my hand. What am I saying. This is so not me right now. I want to kill him!

"Makes you what?" Zameer asked with a mischievous smile, which made me even more mad at myself.

Why am I acting like this!?

"Hahaha! You look so cute," I heard Zameer's deep laughter.

I want to cry. I hate him. How dare he make fun of me?

"I don't like you," I mumbled.

"Huh?" His laughter died down and he gave me a look.

"I'm going home."

"Hahahaha!" He burst out laughing again. "I am sorry... I didn't mean to... Hahaha... laugh."

I jumped out of bed, my face deep red and I began mumbling, about what even I didn't know.

All the while Zameer came on laughing, constantly saying sorry. Then why the hell is he laughing? Heaven. Just shut up, stupid brain.

I opened my suitcase and took out an abayah, wearing it on top of my dress.

Zameer's laughter died down.

"What are you doing?" He came towards me, a bit unsure.

"Going home," I said confidently.

"Hey. I am sorry, I won't laugh, okay?" His lips twitched.

"No. You are making fun of me!" I said frustrated.

"Sorry, sorry."

"I'm going home."

I opened the door hurriedly.

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A/N

Hey everyone. How's life?

Thoughts? Hope this chapter wasn't too childish🤭

This is for you all. It tastes so good! I even had a huge bite.