His Blind Wife✅ completed.

Epilogue

A/n:

Here we are, the epilogue.

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Ahmed's POV.
We sat down, and ate. And it was coming, that moment which I have been nervous about a whole day and a half before this day today. This date is important and I wanted to make it the best I could, for her. I knew it will not be easy, and it is not. But who says life is easy? Life is a gift, but a gift with hardships so that we can be our best selves.

I searched for her hand, and I soon found her, and held it. Her soft, warm hands; they gave me courage, but also made me lose my bravery. Me, a man - a businessman losing his things to a woman. Surely women are magical creatures to us men, and no wonder Allah had paired us years ago. I turned towards her, looking in her eyes and said "I. Have something to say to you, and I want you to be honest, and if you are not sure, please tell me and I will not ask you until you, yourself come and wish me to proceed." My face took on a red tintch, and my palms started sweating. Here I was, all worried. I saw her turn and meet my eyes, even if not directly.

"But ask, Haiby, I am sure there is nothing in life I am not ready for if with you," she said and I took this as my chance, reddening even further.
"We are married, and yes, it is too soon to ask this. But would give me the honours to be your husband completely? And would you let me make you the most precious thing to me?" I asked, my hand still holding hers softly. I know, right then and there, as the silence like needle fell, that I made a mistake somewhere.

I saw her eyebrows scrunch together, and crease slightly, something she did when she was in deep thought. I wonder if she knew that she was so cute hen she was doing that. Perhaps not. But, Wallahi, what am I thinking of now? Surely I am allowed to, but this is not the time to think such thoughts, is it? I pushed those thoughts in the back of my brain, and sat in the silence with her, my eyes never leaving hers even for a moment. I was staring, unblinkingly at her, waiting. The silence was really sufficating me now. I was starting to get even more agitated and worried. "DAMN IT AHMED! YOU MESSED UP!" I screamed inside my mind. But did I really mess up? She finally spoke, her voice quiet and soft, so silky onto my ears, her face falling into a slight smile as she said the next words which changed the course of our lives.
"I accept. I accept to be yours completely, if I am allowed to make you mine completely. I accept to be your most precious, if I can make you, too, my precious, my first priority after allah. If I." She paused for a moment and drew in a breath, then went on. "If I could have a family with you... I accept you."

I sat unmoving, silent like a statue, until her words registered. Then, a thousand wats grin lit up my face and I jumped up from my chair, embraced her and spun her round, listening to her giggles and joy.

Soon, somewhere in the distance, fireworks sounded, and I told her that they were all the colours of the rainbow, and that they made letters which spelled out "I love you Lailah." She smiled brighter this time, a smile which reached her eyes and made her ethereally beautiful, like an angel not from this world. Surely, I was blessed by Allah almighty to have such a beauty as  my wife. and I was proud of her, like I was proud of my business. I was proud of her manners, her calmness, her everything. And I was willing to make her my everything and have her make me her everything. I was ready to love her, as I have never loved a human in my life before. She was my chosen, and I was hers. And I intended on making it all worth it till death parted us.

Soon we were tired, and we headed for the car. I had another surprise at home for her. Our journey was not so long. Of course, I took the shortcut and soon, we were through the gates. I stopped the car, left it and helped her get out, then locked. I guided her to the house, and after saying our peace and our prayers before entering, we took off our shoes and went into the living room.