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I found this photo on Pinterest randomly and I got Ahad and Zoya vibes from it. I got ShabanaTheStar to make a new cover based on this.

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Arhaan

"Bohat pyar karne wale log hain, meri family." I told Nazia, as we ate the dinner on stage. 

*"My family is very loving." 

"Jee, mujhe andaza ho gaya hai." Nazia smiled.

*"Yes, I've gathered that."

"Bhai?" Ahad rushed up onto the stage, holding out his phone. "It's Jazzy." 

"Finally." I grabbed a hand wipe from the packet on the table, and wiped my hands, before grabbing Ahad's phone. It was an audio call. "Assalam Alaikum, Jasmina."

"Walaikum Assalam, Bhai." She sniffed, clearly crying. "Aapko aur Bhabi ko shaadi ki bohat, bohat mubarak ho!" 

*"Many congratulations to you and Bhabi on your wedding."

"Thank you, Jasmina. Kaisi ho? Fawad aur bachiyan theek hain?"

*"How are you? Are Fawad and the girls okay?" 

"Alhumdulillah." My sister replied. "Bohat afsos hai mujhe ke main nahin aa saki." 

*"I'm really upset that I couldn't come."

"Bohat acha kiya ke tum nahin aayi. Tabeeyat se badh kar kuch nahin hai ,beta. Hum aayain ge milne, In Sha Allah. Nazia ko unki akloti Nand se bhi to milwana hai na." I smiled at my wife, who smiled back.

*"You did the right thing that you didn't come. Nothing is more important than health. We'll come to meet you, In Sha Allah. I have to introduce Nazia to her only Nand, after all."

"Meri baat karwa dain un se, please." Jasmina said.

*"Please give the phone to her." 

"Here." I handed the phone to Nazia. "It's Jasmina, as you must have guessed."

"Hello. Assalam Alaikum." Nazia spoke on the phone. "Koi baat nahin, aap dil chota na karain. Allah aap ko sehat tandarusti de bus. Milne ke mauke to In Sha Allah aate rahe gain." 

*"Don't worry, don't feel bad. May Allah bless you with good health. We'll get more chances to meet in the future, In Sha Allah."

"Jee, mujhe bhi intezar rahe ga." Nazia spoke in a warm and friendly tone to my sister, with a smile on her face. "Next time aap In Sha Allah Lahore aayain gi to ek dawat to due hai humari taraf se." She laughed as Jasmina said something. 

*"Yes, I'm also waiting."
"Next time, In Sha Allah, when you come to Lahore, one dinner invitation is due from us." 

After the call ended, Nazia handed the phone back to Ahad, who headed off to join his wife, Zafar and Fariha at a table. "I didn't get scary, Nand vibes from Jasmina." 

"Jasmina's a sweetheart." I said, fondly. "You won't get the scary Nand vibes from her ever." 

We chatted casually for a while. Nazia was easy to talk to, and she was actually quite funny. She made jokes and then laughed at herself for making 'Dad Jokes'.

And then came a very important part.

After dinner, Ammi brought Ismael up to the stage. While Ibrahim, who was still relatively young, stayed back with his mother, Ismael came to the wedding, wearing a mini-suit. 

"Oh, our VIP guest is here." I held out my hand and Ismael walked forward, looking a little sleepy. "Nazia, meet Ismael, my elder son."

"Assalam Alaikum, Ismael. I'm Nazia Aunty." Nazia smiled at the little boy. 

Ismael hid in my arms, shyly.

"Yeah, he's a little shy." I explained to Nazia.

"He's a cutie, Ma Sha Allah." My new wife said. 

I looked up at my mother. "Ammi, Ismael ke neend ka time ho gaya hai."

*"Ammi, it's Ismael's bedtime." 

"Your Papa and I will go ahead before everyone else, and we'll take him with us." Ammi reassured me. "Ismael, aajao beta. Dado ke saath aajao." 

*"Ismael, come, dear. Come with Dado."

Ismael held up his arms, his eyes drifting shut. I gave him a kiss on the cheek just before Ammi lifted him up into her arms. My mother winced a little. 

"Ammi." I stood up and took my son from her. "Do you have a back pain again?" 

"Just a little." She gave me a weak smile. "Little Ismael is growing up quickly, Ma Sha Allah, and now Dado's back hurts a little while lifting him up." She reached up and pinched Ismael's cheek.

"Ahad!" I called my brother over, who immediately came over. "Take Ismael, please. He's sleepy. And don't, at any cost, let Ammi carry him again. She's got back pains again."

"Ammi, tussi vi na, ainjh cheezan chukde ho jaise tussi bodybuilder ho." Ahad shook his head, taking Ismael from him. "Ma Sha Allah, our Ismael is a growing boy. You shouldn't carry him now."

*"Ammi, you carry things like you're a bodybuilder."
Even my mother tries that, thinking that she's capable of it all, and then my siblings and I give her the same lecture (not rudely). 

"As his Dado, I don't mind." Ammi said.

"I know, but Ammi, it's not about whether you mind it or not. It's about your health." I told her  gently. To raise your voice at your mother is a huge sin, and I wouldn't do it, because I fear the consequences too much.

As Ammi and Ahad walked off, with Ismael resting his head sleepily on Ahad's shoulder, I turned and saw Nazia staring up at me with an awed look on her face. "What is it?"

"I've never seen a Punjabi man speak so softly to his mother before...or any man, really." She whispered. "Ma Sha Allah. May Allah reward you for the good treatment of your parents. Ameen."

"I literally owe her my life." I sat down beside her. "And Papa. How can I be rude with them and completely insult all that they have done for me?"

"I didn't think people like you even existed." She dropped her gaze. "But, as my Dada Jaan used to say, yeh ache log hi hain jin ki wajah se duniya kaim hai. Warna to burai to kab ki is duniya ko nigal gayi hoti."

*"These good people are the reason this world still exists. Otherwise, evil would have long destroyed the world."

 "Aap mujhe kuch zayada hi acha samajh rahin hain. Main bhi ek gunagar hoon." I glanced down at my hands in my lap.

*"You're making me sound too good. I'm also a sinner."

"Gunagar hum sab hain, laikin meri nazar main jo Maa Baap ki itni izzat kare, aur ek kitten se itne pyar se paish aaye, woh ek dil se acha insaan hai." She said. 

*"We're all sinners, but in my eyes, the person who respects their parents so much, and treats a kitten so lovingly, they're a genuinely good person from the heart."

"Phir to tareef aapki achai ki bhi honi chahiye. Zoya bata rahi thi ke hospital ke baad aap aksar uske charity office jaati hain, madat karne." 

*"Then your goodness should be praised as well. Zoya was telling me that after the hospital, you go to her charity office to help as well."

Ahad was back, and he cleared his throat. "I'm sorry to interrupt this newly wedded conversation, but since you both requested to skip jutha churayi, we've come up with something else to satisfy our hearts." 

"He and Jasmina are pretty dramatic." I explained to Nazia. "Ahad actually found an equally dramatic partner as well." I chuckled as Zoya joined us on stage.

"I take that as a compliment." Zoya grinned.

"So, what have you come up with?" I asked, warily. Ahad's ideas often ended in trouble.

Zafar and Fariha joined us well, which is when I was convinced that I was going to end up feeling awkward, as well as Nazia. When the four were together, Ahad corrupted them all.

"We're playing pass the parcel." Zoya giggled. "Whoever the music stops on has to say the first name of a Pakistani drama, actor or actress that they can think of. The next person can say the name of another drama, actor or actress that is directly linked with the first option. For example, if it starts with me, I say 'Fawad Khan', and the music continues and it lands on Fari, and she says, 'Mahira Khan', and then Ahad can say 'Humsafar'. Whichever side, bride or groom, runs out of answers first loses. There will be a time limit, and the other side will count down from ten, as we wait for an answer. If the bride side loses, Bhai doesn't pay the money he would normally pay for jutha churayi. And if the groom side loses, Bhai will pay." 

Everyone was set around the stage so that it was one bride party member, then the groom party member, and then the bride again.

The DJ was in charge of the music, naturally, and he started. 

It landed on Kashaf Baji first, Nazia's older sister. "Well, since we have an Ahad here, let's go for Ahad Raza Mir." 

Everyone laughed and the game continued.

"Sajal Ali."

"Yakeen Ka Safar."

"Hira Mani." 

"Do Bol." 

"Haroon Shahid."

"Qayamat."

"Neelam Muneer." 

"Bikhray Moti."

And so it continued. In the end, we lost. Nazia's side were experts on the subject. I ended up paying, even as Ahad 'booed' light-heartedly. 

"This was the most fun wedding custom that I've experienced!" Nadia, Nazia's younger sister grinned. 

"With Ahad and Zoya around, there's always bound to be something new and exciting." Fariha said. "But if Jasmina Bhabi was here, we would have won. She's an encyclopaedia of the Pakistani television industry." 

"No doubt about that. I would have wanted Jazzy on our team for this." Ahad nodded. "Our sister would have crushed this."

"Good to know." Nazia said. "Next time, I'm picking Jasmina in my team, regardless of sides."

We all laughed. 

Ahad's phone started ringing and he glanced down at it. "Oh, finally! I think the signal's picked up a little. Bhai, it's Fawad Bhai. He messaged me that he couldn't get through, but he will keep trying."

"Give it to me." I held out my hand and Ahad gave me his phone. I answered the video call immediately. "Behan da khayal na hunda na, tenu chadna nai si main."

*"If I didn't have consideration for my sister, I wouldn't have spared you."

He looked really unwell though, lying back in bed. "Assalam Alaikum, Bhai. Congratulations!"

"Walaikum Assalam. You okay?" I frowned. 

"Mina's chattering has worn me out." He gave me a weak smile, and I heard my sister protest in the background.

"I'm going to introduce you both to Nazia, on the video call." I told him.

He sat up immediately, and Jazzy came into the camera beside him.

"Nazia," I looked up at my new wife. "I would like you to meet my Bhai and Bhabi..." I said, teasingly. "Oops, I mean Behan and Behnoyi."

"Bhai!" Jazzy glared at me, as expected, as Nazia laughed. "You look beautiful, Bhabi. It's nice to officially talk to you, almost face-to-face."

"Assalam Alaikum, Bhabi." Fawad said. "Congratulations!"

"Walaikum Assalam, Fawad Bhai. And thank you, Jasmina. We're really missing your absence, both of you. Arhaan has told me a lot about you both." Nazia's voice was filled with so much friendliness and warmth, that it warmed my heart.

"Nothing good, though!" Ahad called out, and Zoya lightly slapped him on the arm.

"We're definitely missing you all, including the girls." I leaned forward to speak to Fawad. "But Jazzy's health takes priority, of course." 

"If it was up to your sister, it wouldn't." Fawad shook his head.

"Trust me, I know." I looked at Jazzy. "It's okay, beta. I wouldn't want you getting sick or worse because you flew out here for my wedding. You're too important."

We chatted for a while until the hall staff started to turn off the lights, following the ten pm curfew. It was time to take Nazia home.

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"You two, come with us." Ahad ordered, glancing at me and Nazia once my wife had said farewell to her family.

Zoya came around and helped Nazia into the backseat of Ahad's car.

"Where?" I was confused.

"You and Bhabi will be staying in a suite at a five star hotel tonight." Ahad grinned. "Zo and I will drop you off there, and then tomorrow at eleven, check out time, you two will head to the airport for a flight to London, where you'll meet Jazzy and her family, before flying out to Paris, for your European honeymoon. This is why the Valima date has been set a few weeks later. Not because Papa couldn't get time off, but because of this." 

"Ahad, come on..."

"This honeymoon package is from me and Zo, Jazzy and Fawad Bhai and Zafar and Fariha Bhabi." Ahad explained. "We're absolutely thrilled to see you happy, bro." His face actually radiated genuine happiness.

"Come here." I walked over and gave him a hug. "Thank you, every single one of you. I know how much you've all prayed for nothing but the best for me, and I really appreciate it."

"It's not us, Bhai. It's the way you have always treated people." He said. "Goodness always gets its reward, no matter how long it takes." 

"I can't believe you're the same kid who used to ask whether eating sand will break your fast or not." I chuckled. 

"It was a legit question at that age!" He looked over his shoulder, before turning back to me. "Let's go. We don't want to keep Bhabi Bride waiting." He turned to head to the driver's seat.

"Ahad?" 

He turned to look at me. "Yep?" 

"Main jaaon to Ammi aur Papa ka khayal rakhna, khaas kar Ammi ka. Unko kamar dard ho raha hai phir se. Aur please, Ismael aur Ibrahim pe bhi nazar dal le laina." I paused. "Aur Zoya se keh de na ke Sadia pe bhi check kar liya kare. Abhi uski mental state thodi fragile ho gi, aur main nahin chahta keh woh, Khuda na Khwasta, kuch kar bethay." 

*"When I'm gone, take care of Ammi and Papa, especially of Ammi. Her back pain has started again. And please, keep an eye out on Ismael and Ibrahim as well."
"And please tell Zoya to check up on Sadia as well. Her mental state is fragile right now, and I don't want that she, God forbid, ends up doing something."

"Thoda sa to bharosa is nacheez pe bhi karlain, Bhai Sahab." Ahad, as usual said dramatically, but then turned serious. "Ammi and Papa are my responsibility too, remember? And Ismael and Ibrahim are my little buddies, and their Chachu will always take care of them, In Sha Allah. And yes, Zoya will check up on Sadia Bhabi. Rest assured and fly off in peace." 

*"Trust this insignificant person a little, Bhai."

I smiled, and we both got into the car. 

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Nazia

Now the nerves were starting to kick in. 

I was going to be alone with my husband in a hotel room now. 

My husband. Shohar. Life time partner. Possibly future father of my children, In Sha Allah.

"Behave yourselves, but not too much." Ahad Bhai teased his brother. 

"For Allah's sake, Ahad!" Zoya glared at him.

I blushed as we walked into the hotel lobby. 

"I'll check you both in, and Zoya will take Bhabi upstairs, and when she returns, you can go up, Bhai." Ahad Bhai announced the plan.

Zoya took my arm and led me to the lifts. 

"Why am I so cold?" I asked.

"You're nervous." She reassured me. "It's normal. Just take deep breaths and think of calm and relaxing thoughts to ease your mind, okay?"

"I don't know what I'm doing."

"Just be yourself, and everything will come naturally." She said. "Don't overthink things. Start up a conversation with him, and it'll flow along smoothly from there." 

"Shouldn't a girl look and feel beautiful tonight?" I asked, worriedly.

"You are beautiful." She squeezed my hand. "Allah created you the way you are, which automatically makes you beautiful. You just need to remind yourself, and it will automatically boost up your self-confidence. Remember, Bhabi, it's most important to learn to love yourself before others can love you. And one more thing, Allah will never judge you for how you are on the outside, and if Allah doesn't care about physical appearances, we shouldn't care about what people think either." 

I smiled at her. "You're very mature, Ma Sha Allah."

"And that's why Ahad has gained some wisdom." She winked. "Anyway, as I said, you are beautiful. You have a beautiful heart and soul. Be proud of that, because these days, that's a rare thing to have." 

Zoya led me into the beautiful decorated room, with artificial (but gorgeous) candles and rose petals scattered along the path to the bed. The bed frame itself was decorated with roses and jasmine flowers. "Aap dono sharmate na rehna. Baatein bhi karna, okay?" She teased me.

*"Don't keep blushing, both of you. Talk as well." 

She sat me down on the bed, and helped me set the dupatta in a way that it was covering my face a little. "I'm going and I'll send Bhai in. But remember, you are beautiful, Mrs Nazia Arhaan. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, okay?" 

I nodded, smiling tearfully. Women Supporting Women was a beautiful change from constant criticism. I actually felt my self-confidence rise, hearing her words.

Zoya left the room and I nervously waited for my husband. I closed my eyes and the first thing I pictured was him leaning down to get the kitten out from under the car, and it made me smile. His soft-spoken nature, his way of respecting everyone around him. Ma Sha Allah. 

Aise insaan kam hi milte hain, Allah. Isi liye, Arhaan ka meri zindagi main aana mere liye aur bhi badi khushi ki baat hai. Alhumdulillah, Ya Rabbul Alameen.

*People like him are rare. That's why Arhaan coming into my life is an even bigger happiness for me. Alhumdulillah, Lord of the Worlds.

I noticed the hamper of chocolates that the hotel had left for us, and I bit my lip. Chocolate was my weakness. Hai, Ferrero Rocher bhi hai! My mouth began to water.

*Oh! Ferrero Rocher is in there as well!

I almost giggled at my childishness. I was meant to be a bride waiting for her groom in the bedroom where they were going to spend their wedding night.

The door opened and I froze as if I'd been caught doing something bad, even though I hadn't even moved. "Arhaan?" I was a very cautious person, so I wanted to make sure that it was him and not some random hotel staff member. 

"Yes, it's me. Don't worry." He sounded amused.

I felt him sit down in front of me, but I couldn't see because of the dupatta and my lowered gaze. 

"May I lift your dupatta?" He asked, softly.

I nodded.

He reached out and slowly lifted it up, but I kept my gaze lowered, my cheeks warming up. "Ma Sha Allah!" He recited a dua and blew it over me. "Aap ko thoda ajeeb lage ga, laikin mujhe khushi hai ke aap ne make-up zayada nahin kiya. Allah ki banayi hui har creation apne natural form main hi best lagti hai."

*"This may seem strange to you, but I'm happy that you didn't overdo your make-up. Allah's creations look best in their natural form." 

"Mera bhi yehi man na hai. Laikin log..." I finally looked up at him. His handsomeness was increased by his personality, if that makes sense. Knowing his personality, I can seriously tell you that I have never seen a more gorgeous man in my entire existence. Ma Sha Allah.

*"I believe the same. But people..."

"Yahan humain apni soch badlni padhti hai, Nazia. Logon ka nahin, Allah ka sochna chahiye. Agar mere Khuda ko kuch gawara hai, to woh sahi hai. Agar Khuda ko kuch nahin gawara, to bilkul nahin. Yeh complications tab aati hain jab hum logon ko beech main le aate hain." 

*"Here, we have to change our thinking, Nazia. We must consider Allah, not people. If my God permits something, then it's fine. And if He doesn't permit something, then absolutely not. The complications arise when we bringing people in between."

I was in awe of this man in front of me. I had always dreaded what my husband would think of me, and here, Arhaan was making me feel beautiful with every word that he said. Zoya was a female, and the kind that would always support females if they were in the right. But it was rare to see a man appreciate you for who you are, despite the physical flaws in you (according to society). "Aapke parents to roz shukrane ke nafl padhte honge ke aap unke betay hain." I smiled.

*"Your parents must pray Shukrane ke Nafl every day because you're their son."

"Aaj tak maine aap ko jitna dekha hai, aapki achai ne mujhe hairan kar diya hai. Ma Sha Allah. Allah aap ko nazr-e-bad se bach ke rakhe. Ameen." I said. 

*"Till now, from what I've seen of you, your goodness has put me in awe. Ma Sha Allah. May Allah protect you from evil eyes. Ameen."

He smiled, almost shyly. "Oh! Before I forget..." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wrapped box. 

"What is this?" I asked. 

"Your Moun-Dikhai." He said.

I carefully unwrapped the box and my eyes widened. I resisted an urge to gasp. 

"Aapki Kashaf Baji ne bataya tha ke aapko antique style jewellery bohat pasand hai." He whispered.

*"Your Kashaf Baji told me that you really like antique-style jewellery." 

It was a beautiful silver heart-shaped locket, with intricate heart patterns inside, encrusted with diamonds. It really did have an old-fashioned appearance. 

"Ma Sha Allah!" I looked at Arhaan. "It's beautiful! I love it! Thank you!" 

He took the box from my hand and set it on the bedside table. "Look, Nazia. We're beginning a new life together, but you are aware of my past. I know that it must be overwhelming for you, but trust me, I will do my best to be the best husband for you. I will fulfil all my responsibilities towards you fairly. And if you ever feel uncomfortable, or if there are any issues, you can come to me and talk to me, okay?" He took my hand in his.

I nodded. 

"Ismael and Ibrahim are both an integral part of my life, they are my life, but if Allah blesses you and me with children of our own, all my children will be treated equally and fairly, In Sha Allah."

"I don't doubt that." I said, softly.

"I..." He cleared his throat. "I have difficulty in being romantic, so please bear with me if I am..."

"Arhaan, please..." I shook my head. "Don't. We'll both be kind and caring towards each other, and if Allah places love in our hearts for each other, which He does after Nikah, then we will find a way to express it to each other. I think I'm going to be kind of awkward as well, so I can't really judge you." 

He grinned, amused and surprised. "Really?" 

I rolled my eyes. "I have no idea where people randomly come up with romantic dialogues from? Do they keep like study notes in their pockets and memorise them or something?" 

He laughed, and the sound of his laughter sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach and I giggled.

"You know what a romantic dialogue for me would be?" I asked. "'Hey, I don't hate the idea of having you around.'."

Again he laughed.

"We really must suck at expressing ourselves." I wrinkled my nose. 

"I guess that's why Allah paired us up." There was a twinkle in his eyes as he said that.

I giggled again. 

"I love your giggle. It's contagious." He complimented. 

"If you let me have Ferrero Rocher right now, I'll giggle more." I smirked.

He got up and grabbed the chocolate hamper. "It's all yours." 

"Share with me?" I raised an eyebrow. 

"Are you flirting with me?" He joked.

"Flirting? Offering chocolate is on a proposing level, Dr Arhaan Sheikh."

So we sat there as I ate Ferrero Rocher. He watched me with amusement, lying in front of me, propped up on one elbow. 

****

I changed into the black slip dress that had been packed for me, glancing at myself nervously in the bathroom mirror.

The mood was now going to shift from comedy to romance, and I was scared.

I opened the bedroom door, and walked out, my bare legs exposed, the neckline very low, and my arms feeling cool in the air-conditioned room. "Arhaan, where are you?"

He wasn't in there, and I was worried that he had decided to go home. What the hell, Naz? Why would he decide to go home? God, I'm such a paranoid freak!

He walked in then.

I gasped. "Koi fire brigade bulao, mere andar aag lag gayi hai." I put both my hands over my mouth, unable to believe that I had made that lame joke.

*"Somebody call the fire brigade, I'm on fire internally."

He was wearing just a pair of the hotel-provided night suit trousers. That's it. The only shirtless man I've ever seen are heroes in films, and even then I look away.

He smirked, walking over to me. "Nice joke." He stood right in front of me, staring down at me. 

"I'm not normally this lame." I muttered.

"I would say 'cute', not lame." He whispered, using his index finger to gently tilt my face up. "Hot to aap waqayi hain." 

*"You really are hot."

My eyes widened at the s*xy compliment. I didn't get s*xy compliments...ever. 

Before I knew it, he was leaning towards me. "Shall I stop or...?"

I shook my head, words escaping my mouth and brain.

He softly pressed his lips against mine, his beard tickling my skin. But the sensations I felt inside because of the kiss made me want to squeal and fly and dance, all at the same time. His lips were soft, his hands on my body were gentle, as if I was fragile. I put my hands on his shoulders, unsure what to do with them, then clasped them together behind his neck. My whole body felt like it was finally where it belonged. I was kissing my husband.

You'll die alone and a spinster.  These were the words I'd always been taunted with, including by my own Phuphos.

But here I was, married to one of the nicest people on the planet, a handsome doctor, a highly compassionate man...and I was beyond happy. Alhumdulillah.

We pulled back for air, and I shyly pressed my forehead against his chest. He had chest hair that were a turn on for me. "I want to be all yours tonight, Arhaan." 

He was my husband, and I was willing to give him all rights over me. 

"Nazia, are you sure?" He put his hands on my shoulders, staring down at me.

I nodded.

He kissed my forehead, took my hand and then led me to bed. As we stood beside it, he leaned down to kiss me again. "Protection?"

"Koi farak nahin padhta mujhe, agar aap ko nahin padhta." I admitted genuinely.

*"It doesn't matter to me, if it doesn't matter to you."

And so, he and I made love, leaving the potential decision of a baby only up to Allah. He was already a parent, and I was at the point where I would be happy to enter motherhood. 

But tonight wasn't about reproduction. It was about connecting with him on a completely new level, forming an unbreakable bond with him.

May Allah always bless our marriage. Ameen.

****

Arhaan

I woke up in the morning, with Nazia asleep against my chest. 

Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, with an adorable frown on her face, as if she was dreaming about something she didn't like much. I smiled, brushing her hair aside with my finger. 

Zia. 

I had already decided to call her that. 'Zia' meant light, and she'd already brought light into my life. I was already feeling relaxed and comfortable around her. The darkness in my mind was slowly being pushed back by Nazia's light.

Zia. My Zia.

****

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