Qadr-They were destined to be one!

honeymoon

Assalamualikum everyone,I hope you'll are still tuned into this story as it's coming to an end. This chapter is dedicated to my dear friend neha (sugar_plum) who has been the sweetest critic ever. Thank you for all you love and support neha .
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"I kindly request all the passengers to fasten your seat belts as the flight will take off in a short while", announced one of the cabin crew and looked at zee who wore a bewildered expression .

"what's the matter with you? Are you alright?", I asked looking at his wierd expression.

"huh?yeah Umm... yeah I'm okay ...I'm I'm okay ...yeah I guess I'm okay".

"Are you sure?Is there something bothering you? Do you have a phobia for travelling in aircrafts like dad?", I asked trying to figure out the same reactions I usually got from dad while flight was about to take off.

"even dad has?", he questioned looking at me.

"hehehe...well yes .Considering the fact that he keeps travelling by air from dubai to Saudi to India every now and then ,he is very uncertain about the security. Don't worry ,just recite the dua and hold my hands -you'll be fine alright?",I consoled him.

"yeah okay"

When the flight started moving on the runway ,zee squeezed my hand shutting his eyes,continously muttering the dua . As the velocity of the flight increased ,my hands were squeezed even harder and after a while he opened his eyes to realise that he had squeezed my hands rather too tight and it had turned red.

"I'm so sorry humaira . I really am .is it hurting?", he asked rubbing my fingers.

"Ummm it did hurt a bit ,but that's okay. I was just concerned about whose hand were you squeezing prior to this .", I teased him narrowing my eyes.

"hahaha your analytical mind would never rest,would it? I usually hold the hand rest ,but since you offered to hold your hand ,this happened ",he pointed at my blood red hands and we both laughed.

In another three hours we landed in singapore and we got done with the immigration .

"zee I want to use the washroom"

"maira we can once we reach the hotel.  The driver said he'd be waiting for us at the entrance "

"Please?"

"okay"

I read the sign board and entered the washroom. There was no faucet . I thought I had entered the dry bath room where they keep only tissues.
when I checked all the other bathrooms I realised that there was no faucet in any of the washroom.

"woah what happened ?you look annoyed !"

"These are dry washrooms . I think they have a separate washroom with faucet . wait I'll ask that staff",I said pointed to an old lady who was a local.

"ma'am is there a washroom with faucet?"

"washroom?thath way thath way",she replied in a foreign accent . she walked along with me limping a little to the same washroom and I stopped her.

"No no . I mean I want water"

"you wanth wather?",she asked making an action of drinking.

I guess these people never use water in the washroom.

she started limping towards the water  dispenser and I immediately stopped her to find zee enjoying the act from a  distance.

I joined both my hands and thanked the lady for the help and joined zee.