HER BLIND HUSBAND ( A Wattpad Featured Story)

EPILOGUE ONE

"Marriage is like the most beautiful, most delicate flower. Too much or too little of anything will prevent it from blooming to its fullest."- Yasir and Yumnah.

FOUR YEARS LATER...

A shy smile crept up Yumnah's face as she stared at her and Yasir's reflection in the mirror while he for the umpteenth time that night or rather week, tried to braid her hair.

Blood rushed to her cheeks, her husband rendering her a complete mess because from time to time, he would stop braiding, bend down and lovingly place a tiny kiss on either her head or cheeks.

She quietly watched him with great admiration, her heart going out to him several times upon seeing him struggle, the cutest most tiniest frown on his face.

"Yumnah?" he whispered in her ear, after a few more minutes of struggling.

"Yes Yasir?"

"Let's do something extremely crazy!"

"What?" she asked her eyes immediately lighting up with excitement.

"Let's cut your hair!"

"WHAT?!"

"Yeah! Let's cut it to Minha's size."

"HELL NO!"

"Come on, be a sport," he said, a mischievous smile on his face.

"NO!"

"COME OOOOON!"

"BRO, I'M OUT!" she said attempting to stand up only for him to quickly hug her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder and Yumnah couldn't help but roll her eyes when she felt him uncontrollably shake with laughter.

She pretended to try stand up once again but that only made him to tighten his arms around her waist pulling her even more closer towards him.

He then for the next few seconds, quietly fussed over her beautiful long locks of hair after which he passed her braided hair to the front and just from his reflection in the mirror, Yumnah could easily decipher the millions of emotions that her husband's eyes held.

There was fear. The fear of failing once again.

There was anticipation.

Loads and loads of anticipation.

She gently passed her fingers over her braided hair, her eyes slightly tearing up because she knew exactly how much this meant to him and also how much of his heart he had poured into it.

It was something he really didn't have to do but he still had!

"Yasir...," she whispered as she slowly turned around to face him.

"Yes Yumnah?"

"It's...it is..."

"How is it, Yumnah?" he asked, taking her hand into his and gently squeezing it.

"It's now PERFECT, my love."

"Really?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with happiness.

"Yes, my love. It's finally perfect."

"Do you think...do you think that she will like it?"

"She is going to LOVE it Yasir," she said as she lovingly cupped his face whilst her thumb gently caressed his cheek.

She stared deeply into his hazel eyes which held so much happiness and pride that she couldn't help but lay her forehead against his feeling greatly overwhelmed with just the thought of how much love her husband had in his heart.