Kismat

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

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Rukhsaar's POV

I woke up to a strong arm wrapped around my waist. Ayaan was snoring away in my ear. Peeking at the clock, I saw that it was time for Fajr.

I smiled, feeling the bliss seep into my bones. I carefully removed his arm from me before getting up, clad in a plain white salwar kameez.

The cold morning air hit me as soon as I swung my feet off the bed. I tried to get up as swiftly as I could to avoid waking Ayaan up. He stirred, before turning on his side with a groan. I walked out, stumbling around in the dark to find the bathroom.

Making wu'du, I wrapped my dupatta around my head as I walked out, running into Aapi who had just gotten up, presumably for the same reason.

"Assalamualaykum." She greeted in a hushed voice, hugging me tightly. I greeted her back before going back to our room.

Ayaan was asleep on his stomach, his mouth open and hair rustled wildly. I stifled a laugh before going over to him and shaking his shoulder gently.

"Ayaan, Fajr ka waqt ho gaya hai. Uth jao." I shook him once before turning to leave.

A hard pull on my wrist pulled me back to him immediately. I landed on top of him, the dupatta slipping off my head. He locked his arms behind my back with a satisfied grin.

"Ayaan." I scolded, struggling to remove myself from his grip.

"Good morning, Mrs. Rukhsaar Ayaan Khan." He said in a sleepy voice, still groggy and hoarse. I wrinkled my nose at the morning breath.

Apna naam kabhi itna khubsoorat nahi laga.

I grinned, poking him on the nose. "Good morning Mr. Ayaan Khan. Jaane dein mujhe, aur aap bhi uthein. Fajr ka waqt ho gaya hai."

"Tumhein hamari shaadi ki pehli subah bohot bohot mubarak ho."

"Aapko bhi." I smiled at him, tracing my gaze over his features.

"Tumhaara shohar hone ke baad mujhe yeh aap-janaab naseeb hua hai." He laughed. I smiled, shaking my head.

"Aapko accha nahi laga?"

"Bohot formal sa lagta hai. Tum meri barabar ki ho, yeh aap-janaab zaroori nahi hai."

Warmth filled my chest. In less than 24 hours of our marriage, I'd seen everything that had been lacking in my parents' marriage. Things I wasn't privy to as a child because they didn't have them between themselves: love, respect, mutual understanding.

He snuck a glance at the clock before planting a swift kiss on my forehead and loosening his grip. I got up, re-tying the dupatta tighter on my head.

"Fajr ke baad tum seedha idhar aa rahi ho." He pointed at the bed, getting up and stretching.

"No chance, aaj meri kheer pakayi hai, maine aaj naashta banana hai." I shook my head.

"Aapi ne toh aisa kuch bhi nahi kaha." Ayaan pouted. I resisted the urge to pinch his cheeks.