You can also pray in the middle of the night to feel at ease; I have tried it, and it truly does, thank Allah, and ask him to guide you when you are confused. Just take a deep breath, close your eyes, and thank Allah.

Mrs Mariam,

Without looking at me, he said, "I just wanted to surprise you since our last plan did not work out," while I was doing the dishes.

I was filled with curiosity and feelings of love, but I also could not allow him to abandon his work—he had put in a lot of effort—and turn down meetings so that I could spend more time with him.

"What made Uncle go?"Uncle was in a hurry and did not even finish his meal, so I asked him after we finished lunch.

"How would I know?" he asked as we sat in our room together. I had just chosen one of my favorite books from Wattpad's library when I suddenly felt someone close to me.

"How was your meeting with Mumtaz? I did not decline them seriously. Why are you acting strangely toward me?"He asked once more.

"How come you ignore me and read Wattpad books all day and night? like, really?"When he asked, I grinned and wanted to laugh at how envious he seemed. I was not giving him enough time, so that serves him right.

Without turning to face him, I answered, "Wattpad books can be read anytime."

He said angrily, "I left all the meetings and unfinished work for you, and here you are busy with phone, I mean your favorite app Wattpad," so I closed my app and faced him.

Use social media apps carefully since they can cause distance.

I gently told him, "Sorry, I just thought you were going to send me there while you surprised me. I wanted to test your patience and know why you declined meetings."

I told him, "She was good," and he narrowed his eyes, as though he was expecting something different.

"What?" he asked, appearing a little taken aback.

I took hold of his hand and guided him to the garden for a lengthy stroll—a much-needed reprieve from work.

"What made you flee from her?I was relieved to hear that she had another person in mind, despite the fact that she seemed genuinely interested in you and had told me everything.

He turned to face me and said, "Thanks to Allah for that, finally, ah because some girls and their family can really be annoying."

"A couple of girls?"I inquired, my mood suddenly darkening.

"Is someone jealous?"He asked, indicating that he was amused to see me in this circumstance.

"I decided to come back for you even now, if I had to decline several meetings just to spend time with you, I would do it in a heart bit," he said, his cheerful smile melting my heart. "I was away for five years and while I was there, there were plenty of girls; but none could replace you and hence I felt awful for hurting you."

No matter what he did, he missed me even then. He had his reasons, and despite everything, he has endured a lot; what matters most is that he returned for me. I used the back of my hand to dab at a tear.

Mistakes are inevitable for everyone.
He was hurt, and so was I.

He closed the distance between us and said, "Why crying face?" I just shook my head, feeling relieved that I had waited for him for five years.

I responded with a happy smile, "These are tears of happiness," but he gave me a lot of expressions as he stared at me. This was the same guy who hardly ever smiled or showed any emotion, and who the media had condemned without even understanding his background.

"It was not my intention to make you cry today; I have a lot planned for us," he said, wiping away my tears as he gave me our first real hug. It was just the two of us, and I felt safe and secure because no one else was interfering with our wonderful time.

He whispered in my ears, "No more tears from today," and then I felt him turn away. His hands were warm, and I missed that.

"Khalid, what is wrong?"I asked him, sounding worried, was he really scaring me now that he was reaching for support with his arm?

"Are you alright?"When I asked again, all he did was touch my hand. He hissed in pain on his arm as I led him to the bench, but he was unable to sit down.

"What is the matter with you?You came back because something happened, correct?What is wrong?"Please tell me?"I kept asking him for a response, but his eyes were blank, and he just stared.

"Let's take you to your room please hold on,"I talked to him about everything and anything until we got to his bed in an attempt to get him to stay awake.

At last, he calmed down and inhaled deeply. I thought I’d lost him. I wiped away the uncontrollably streaming tears, but he said nothing.

How could a perfectly planned day turn into a torturous one?

"I ran to the kitchen, pulled open a drawer, took out a painkiller, and mixed some water. I ran to our room and gave it to him."

I touched his arm, but he took it back right away, acting as though it had burned him. Despite this, I did not give up on myself.

He hurried home and made plans because he knew I was suspicious and did not want me to find out.

"Do you feel better now?"He nodded in agreement when I asked him a question.

"I just have a slight headache and arm pain again; I do not know why I felt so sleepy," he said in a pitiful voice.

"Because you are overstressing yourself."I told him so in a firm manner.

I tapped his forehead to check his temperature.

"You are burning up, do you know that?"I questioned him, but he simply smiled.

I dashed into the kitchen, grabbed a bowl, added some cold water, and took a towel. I went over to sit beside him.

"Should I call a doctor?"I asked him. Worryingly, this guy will drive me crazy.

"Nope, you are here ofcourse I do not need any doctor and it is not a big issue," he said, but I knew I should have called the doctor because if it is about resting, he will not agree to it.

I placed the cloth on his forehead. I knew he was staring at me, and I felt shy all at once. Where did I get that confidence?He genuinely likes to tease and laugh at me, so please, Allah, help.

As I prayed and breathed on him, feeling his intense gaze on me, I said in a low voice, "Please rest." I then set the bowl aside. How come he was silent and not saying anything?

His tone was pained as he thanked me, "I will rest but first of all thank you so much." But why?Since he is always been by my side, it is also my responsibility. He does not have to feel weak in front of me; in fact, he seems to be the strongest of us all.

"Assalamualaikum," a voice greets us.

"Waleikumsalam," we replied. Doctor Hamza entered with a smile and sat next to Khalid. I knew Khalid would challenge me, but he needed the doctor's advice. I was worried for a moment that I would lose him. He is precious to me.

I nodded to Khalid to allow him to see the doctor, and he simply sat upright while the doctor examined him.