His Blind Wife✅ completed.

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A/N:
Let's get to business, shall we?
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Lailah's POV
The next morning I woke up on a soft bed with something heavy on me. I tried getting it away but it didn't budge a single bit, so I was on the verge of giving up when I fel it bringin me closer.And all of a sudden, I remembered.
  I was maried. That probably is my husband. ut then I panicked at our proximity and try to pull myself away, which woke  him up.
He yawned and I was starting to get amused at our current position and situation.
"Morning Haibty." He said in his slepy voice. Now, what happened with the employee Lailah?
"Morning to you too." I said blushing and the indurement he just called me.
"Did ou sleep well?" he asked.
"Of course, I don't think I have had a better sleep than that since long time."
  I fel the bed moving, then him getting up soundlessly and heading towards the bathroom to do his wudhu, so we could make up for the missed Fajr prayer which we missed because of sleeping.
  After I did my wudhu and morning routine and got to the prayer room guided by him, we finally were praying.
  I was basing in the calmness and relaxation of the prayer and when I was close to being done I prayed for his wellbeing, tha of his family, his business and finally for our newly forming bond and family. Soon he was finished too. I tried heading up to the kitchen, but I almost tripped, so him being a gentleman, gided me thee.
"I can make the breakfast, you don't have to do anthing." he said but I shook my head in no, geting up from my plac on the counter and aking out the ingreidiants for waffles.
  By the time I was putting them in the waffle maker, he was back and I didn't even noticed until he lightly tapped me on the shoulder, which resulted in me jumping up.
"Don't be scared,it's just me and there's nobody else besides us too." he said, tracesof laughter in his voice, to which I smiled and nodded.
"I'm almost ready with the breakfast." I announced.
"Don't worry, don't do things in a rush. I'm not working today. The perks of being your own boss." he said to which I laughed and turned around, flicking his nose.
"Don't you dare make our employees do all the hard work, MR." I said in a fake scolding tone.
"But tey're my employees, aren't the? They're supposed to work for me." I nodded."That doesn't mean you should be hard on them, does it?" I asked
"No, it doesn't. But if they don't do their job and are being like little kids who need supervising, then I have the right to scold them and make them work harder. These are the ways of business, MRS." he said and then side hugged me, which caused me o tense. And then the waffles were ready and I was thankful to them for saving me from that strange situation. OK, nobody's thankful to food, but, Alhamdulilla for the waffle maker that saved me this time.
  I took out the steaming hot waffles, put them on the table and got a pitcher of fresh orange juice. Soon we were siting atthe table. Ahmed was at thead and I was on his right. We said our Bismillah and started eating.
  OK, he started eating. Becase I was uncomfortable.
"Eat, what are ou waitingfor? Aren't you going to try your creation? I's not bad, actually. I can have it any day, any time." he said laughing and I blushed beatroot red.
"I- I am glad you liked it." I said while stuttering and looking at the floor.
  He lifted up my chin
"You should look up. Your blush is so... Beautiful to watch." He said with a slight uskiness of his voice and a short pause and I blushed even more, if that was possible.
  I started eating and soon we finished up our breakfast. I washed up the dishes and went to the living oom with his help.
"I have to go to see a friend of mine." he said
"Of course, ou do, but make sure you're safe." I said and smiled.
"Of course, I will be. We'e going to the gym. And here's my phone to message or call me." he said putting something on the sofanex to me.
"You beter open that, it's on your left. Enjoy, wifey." He yelled from the entrance hallway and I laughed audibly.
"You too, enjoy and Allah Hafiz.
"Shukran Allah hafiz." he replied and closed the door. I heard the car speeding out of the garage and knew he'd left, leaving me with my thoughts in a big, empty house.
  I explored the house on my own, learned where all the rooms are, cleaned up and sorted our room, and by the time I was done I was exhaused. I prayed Isha and he still wasn't here. But maybe he's at the mosque close by. As soon as I had these thoughts in mnd, his car was back and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.
Was I starting to worry about him?