Afraid To Fall In Love

Under The Stars.

I heard a loud knock on my door, I rubbed my eyes almost muttering Nasreen's name before I remembered  exactly where I was.

I grabbed a robe hanging in my closet before opening the door,

"Hello sleeping beauty, its time to pray" he said looking like he had been up for hours while I tried to process what ever he was saying,

"Come with me, we are praying together" he grabbed my wrist leading me to his room,

I had wanted to see what his room looked like out of curiosity and when I did I felt cheated, he had a small living room before his bedroom I can only imagine what that would look like, I went in walking deeper into the room, his bedroom was slightly bigger than mine which made me a bit jealous,

I went back to my room to perform ablution and put on my black abaya and a Hijab to cover up before returning to his room. He led the prayer and afterwards we recited my favourite surah from the holy Qur'an which was suratul kahf..

At some point he wasn't reciting with me and I could feel his gaze even without raising my head and when I concluded and raised my head he was lost in his little world probably not even aware that he has been staring,

I cleared my throat a bit as I was getting uncomfortable,

"Minal" he called

"I want us to always pray Subhi together, it will being us closer...it will strengthen our bond" he said holding my hands

Days passed by and we only grew closer, I began to open up to him as much as I could at this point, I liked the way he listens to every single thing I had to say, how patient he is with me, I could look beyond his flaws for I am without flaws myself.

The way he is able to make me laugh is incredible we began to pray together eat together and he would stay with me until I fell asleep, I was being treated not less than a queen.

All this while he has never forced me to do anything I wasn't comfortable with, he was just perfect.... Alhamdulullah .

My phone buzzed next to me on the couch where I sat watching TV waiting for him to come home, this is the new me, I spend each day waiting for my husband to come home from work, I know it sounds boring and lame but its something I look forward to.

I opened the message from my husband, oh God when did I become so mush, crazy in love.

I squealed after reading the content of the message and quickly jumped off the couch and started getting ready for a romantic rendezvous with my husband.

I got dressed in a red fitted dress, it was the first time I had worn the dress and I was feeling like a model, I slightly made my face up and was wrapping my head gear when I heard the door bell ring,

I let out a sigh of relief before raising to my feet, I half walked...half ran half walked to the door how crazy right?...I know, and I can't help the way he makes me feel,

I turned the door knob open and stood by the door grinning from ear to ear. He stood there with his jacket in his arm, he  kiss me on the cheek before we walked in together,

"Wow you look beautiful" he praised as I shied away from his comment,

I brought a chilled jug of peach and raspberry juice I made earlier sitting down next to him on the couch.

"Ohh Allah this is so refreshing" he said smiling brightly at me "thanks for taking care of me"he added moving closer to hug me but was a bit reluctant for fear that I might react negatively so I hugged him instead.

He let out a sigh of relief and hugged me even tighter as we stayed in that position for a while before his phone buzzed.

What a spoiler I thought,