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For this chapter, I'm going to do something different and will let you decide what look you prefer for Yamna. You can picture that in your head when reading the chapter, no matter what I write.

OPTION ONE

*THE PINK ONE*

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OPTION TWO

*THE MINT-GREEN ONE*

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*I know that the green one might have been used before in Irrevocably or a different story, but let's ignore that because I love the dress so much*

WHICH ONE DO YOU CHOOSE?

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Yamna

I stared at myself in disbelief. I was a bride.

A bride.

Me.

Rohaan's bride.

I had to admit, I had been stuck between two gorgeous choices of dresses at the shop. One was my signature pink, while the other was a stunning mint-green dress.

To everyone's surprise, I had chosen the mint-green maxi dress, with the stunning silver embroidery. I was in love with the sheer dupatta, dotted with silver beads and the show-stopping border.

After our unique confession, we had been interrupted by Anabia Tayi calling my name, wondering where I had disappeared to. After that day, I hadn't seen Rohaan in person. I think it was a conspiracy of our families. 

The Nikah had meant to be simple, but Anabia Tayi had gone all out to ensure that her daughters-in-law looked like princess brides. With matching bangles, a head adornment at the side of my had, a maang tikka and a heavy jewellery set, I certainly felt nothing less than royalty.

"Ma Sha Allah, beautiful!" Mama smiled down at me. "But we really should head out now. We're getting late."

The Nikah was to be held at the Tariq family home, and my paternal grandparents were finally there. 

"I'm sorry I'm late!" 

I turned and saw Haya Appi heading towards me. She wore her Nikah outfit, a green lehenga adorned with golden sequins. The dupatta was sheer with a gorgeous golden border, and the overall material of it was covered with golden sequins and motifs. 

"I had to drop Hoor off with Tahira first, and now I'm here." Haya Appi glanced at me, and her eyes filled up. "Ma Sha Allah! Our sweet Yum-Yum. My poor brother." 

"Haya, you are here, honey?" Mama looked confused.

"It's my cousin's wedding too, Chachi. My Yasin Chachu's sunshine's Nikah. I'm going to be accompanying you guys to our Dadiyal." 

Mama smiled, pleased. "Good. I'm sure Yamna would feel less nervous, having her Haya Appi around."

"Hoor would have been here too, but we had to be fair to both brides." 

"Of course." Mama nodded. 

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Rohaan

I am not a nervous guy.

Yet today, I felt those nerves that everyone is always on about on special occasions. I glanced at my reflection, at the cream sherwani I was wearing. Mama had already cried twice looking at me and Arsal in our respective outfits. Papa had already lectured us on the responsibilities of a husband under Islamic law.

"Whether rukhsati is done or not, your responsibilities begin the moment the Nikah nama is sighed. Remember that." He had said, firmly.

"Ready?" 

I turned and saw Arsal standing in the doorway of my room in his gold-coloured sherwani. "There's never a situation which I'm not ready for."

He rolled his eyes. "Come on. We need to leave."

I walked over to him and hugged him, patting his back. "I really hope you don't feel like I hijacked your big occasion." 

"What the hell, Ro? Of course not." He pulled back, patting my shoulder. "In fact, I'm very happy  for you. It's not a competition, remember? We're brothers."

I patted his cheek. "F**k, happy is an understatement for how I feel about the fact that you're finally marrying the woman you fell in love with ten years ago." 

He pursed his lips, almost emotionally, before shaking his head. "You need to stop swearing so much, yaar. Or every other day, Yamna would be complaining to Papa about your colourful language."

I slapped the back of his head, lightly. "Is that how you talk about your Bhabi?"

He laughed. "More whipped than whipped cream."

"Shut up, grasshopper."

*

Yamna

Papa could barely control his emotions as he saw me, his little sunshine, as a bride.

And seeing him emotional made me emotional, which made Mama and Haya Appi emotional too.

He wrapped his arm around me and held me for a few long seconds.

"Yasin, we should be happy that he's going to Rehan Bhai's home." Mama said, softly. "We know that she would be loved, cherished and pampered there, In Sha Allah."

Papa nodded. "Believe me. I thank Allah with every breath I take that our little sunshine will be so loved and pampered, In Sha Allah."

"I love you all a lot, but we're getting late." Haya Appi urged us. "We can't keep the Imam sahab waiting." 

And so we drove to my Dadiyal.

"Haya, aren't Bhai, Bhabi and the boys here yet?" Mama asked.

"I don't think so." Haya Appi frowned. "I don't see the cars." 

"Let's take Yamna inside to Mum and Dad, and I'll call Bhai." Papa said.

Haya Appi and Mama led me inside and Papa followed. I think we were all very eager to see my grandparents' reactions.

And they certainly didn't disappoint.

Dado was in tears when she saw me, and even Dada Jaan looked emotional.

"Assalam Alaikum." I bent down so that my Dada Jaan, and then Dado, could run their hands over my head, giving me duas.

"Walaikum Assalam!" They both replied.

"Our sunshine!" Dado whispered, her voice breaking. "Ma Sha Allah! May Allah give you a long, blissful marital life. Ameen."

"Haya, beta, take Yamna upstairs. Bhai and his family should be arriving soon, and they'll come straight to meet Mum and Dad." Mama said. 

"And you'd rather that the bride and groom see each other after the Nikah now?" Haya Appi gave me a teasing smile, before nodding. "Sure, Chachi. And I'll find out from Hoor where she and Tahira are."

Haya Appi took me upstairs, before heading out to speak to Hoor Appi on the phone, after which she was going to call Aariz Bhai to ask him about his location.

I felt hot and suffocated, all dressed up. I got up and headed to the terrace, and sighed in relief when I felt the fresh air on my face. I heard voices and turned to see Rohaan and Arsal Bhai standing by the car, chatting to Aariz Bhai, who had seemingly just arrived with the kids. Maham was twirling around in her peach frock, while Arham was on Rohaan's back, his arms around his neck. I smiled at the sweet scene, and moved away before they could see me.

I took my phone out of my purse.

<Yamna: Ma Sha Allah! The sherwani looks good on you, Detective.>

He replied immediately.

<Rohaan: Cheater! Where did you see me from?>

I giggled softly before heading back inside.

*

Rohaan

I glanced around, up at the house and the terrace and at the windows, but I didn't see her.

You sneaky little hamster.

"Mamu! When is Ali coming?" Arham asked me.

"He'll be here soon, In Sha Allah." I said. "But we need to get your Arsal Mamu inside before they arrive."

"Why?" Arham sounded confused.

"Because your Mumani will be with them." I set my nephew down.

"Is Arsal Mamu afraid of Mumani?" Behaya's son asked.

Aariz Bhai and I laughed, while Arsal grinned in embarrassment.

"Come on, kid. Let's go." Aariz Bhai led Arsal inside, with Arham following.

Maham held up her arms just as I was about to follow. "Carry me, Mamu." 

"Come on, sweetheart." I bent down and picked her up in one arm. 

"Do I look like a princess?" She asked, running her little fingers through my hair affectionately.

"The most beautiful princess in the world." I told her.

She grinned happily. 

We headed inside to meet Dada Jaan and Dado, and I got another lecture on being a good husband to Yamna.

I swear, my entire khandaan is biased. 

But I couldn't help smiling to myself. And I'm more biased than all of them.

As Arsal said, more whipped than whipped cream.

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Yamna

"Assalam Alaikum." Tahira Appi greeted me softly.

"Walaikum Assalam." I smiled at her, standing up to hug her. "You look beautiful, Appi. Ma Sha Allah!"

She wore a beautiful beige floor-length dress, with tea pink ruffles at the bottom, and golden-brown embroidery. Her dupatta was tea pink with a border that matched the embroidery on the dress. It was a stunning dress, and she indeed looked beautiful. Ma Sha Allah.

"Thank you, Yamna. You look beautiful as well, Ma Sha Allah. But, please call me Tahira. Technically, you will be the badi Bhabi now." 

"If that's what you want, Tahira." 

"God, I'm so nervous." She muttered. "At one point in my life, I never imagined such happiness." 

The twins were downstairs in Dada Jaan and Dado's room. 

Mama came into the room. "Come on, girls. It's time for the Nikah." 

Arsalan Bhai and Tahira's Nikah was to be performed first. She was taken downstairs, while I waited upstairs. 

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Rohaan

"Qabool Hai." Arsal said for the final time. 

He signed the Nikah nama, and it was official. My little brother, the grasshopper, was officially married.

The kid brother of mine hugged Papa tightly, looking beyond emotional. After hugging me and Chachu, as well as our brothers-in-law, he instantly rushed towards Mama, wrapping his arms around her. She was in tears as she hugged him back, and he held onto her for a long time.

Mama's little grasshopper. I looked at him with a fond smile.

Then my sisters pulled him into a tight hug, and of course, I had to go and join in, wrapping my arms around them. 

"Your turn, Ro." Hoor whispered. "Go and make Yamna ours officially."  

"And remember, if you ever make her cry..." Behaya threatened me. 

"I know, I know. Papa will disown my a**, and you'll kick my a**. Either way, my a** will be in trouble." 

Hoor lightly pulled my ear. "Stop swearing so much."

"That's what I told him!" Arsal said.

"Haya, Hoor, come on." Saba Chachi called out. "We need to go to Yamna now."

I smiled, as Arsal teasingly poked his elbow in my ribs, smirking.

"Grow up now." He told me. "And I'll say your dialogue for you, 'Shut up, grasshopper!'."

I laughed.

*

Yamna

"Yamna Yasin, daughter of Yasin Tariq, do you take Rohaan Rehan Tariq, son of Rehan Tariq, as your husband, with the haq mehr of six thousand pounds?" The Imam sahab asked me.

"Qabool Hai." I spoke.

"Yamna Yasin, daughter of Yasin Tariq, do you take Rohaan Rehan Tariq, son of Rehan Tariq, as your husband, with the haq mehr of six thousand pounds?" 

"Qabool Hai."

"Yamna Yasin, daughter of Yasin Tariq, do you take Rohaan Rehan Tariq, son of Rehan Tariq, as your husband, with the haq mehr of six thousand pounds?" 

"Qabool Hai."

The Imam sahab pointed out where I needed to sign on the Nikah nama, which I did, and he made a few duas. My part of the Nikah was complete, Alhumdulillah!

I saw Mama and Anabia Tayi hug each other tightly, before Mama leaned down to hug Dado.

Papa patted my head and kissed the top of my head. "My little sunshine, May Allah always bless you with endless happiness. Ameen." He got up to let Tayan come forward.

Placing his hands on the sides of my head, Tayan leaned down to kiss the top of my head. "My Yamna, I'm so happy today. Alhumdulillah. Never forget, I'm your Tayan first, before anything else, okay? You can still turn to me if Rohaan troubles you." 

I smiled emotionally up at him. "I'm lucky to be officially a part of your family, Tayan."

"Mera bacha." He patted my head and moved away.

I got up to get duas from my grandparents, before turning to hug Khadija Nano, Rohaan's Nano. 

Haya Appi and Hoor Appi almost squealed as they hugged me. Hoor Appi was wearing a dark blue maxi dress with lehenga, covered with heavy golden floral embroidery. There was a wide strip of golden over the midriff, and the full-length sleeves were sheer with motifs. The dupatta was sheer with golden sequins and a heavy golden border. It was the dress she had worn at Haya Appi's Nikah, altered a little to fit over her pregnant belly. 

"Our sweet Yum-Yum is officially ours, Alhumdulillah." Haya Appi kissed my cheek.

As everyone headed out for Rohaan's turn, Mama grabbed my hand and whispered softly. "I have a little advice for you, Yamna."

"Sure, Mama."

"You are adored greatly in the family, Ma Sha Allah. But always be mindful of Tahira and her feelings too, okay? She shouldn't have to feel that there is favouritism, and I certainly don't want my daughter to do anything to make her feel like that." 

"Of course, Mama." I smiled. "I would bear this in mind. I don't want to unintentionally hurt her."

"Good girl." She hugged me. "My love, my heart. I prayed so much to have you, and I can't believe you are now in someone's Nikah, and will soon leave us to be with him, In Sha Allah."

"I'm always going to be your Yamna, your sunshine. I'll always be there when you need me, In Sha Allah." 

We both silently cried, holding onto each other.

*

Rohaan

"Rohaan Tariq, son of Rehan Tariq, do you take Yamna Yasin, daughter of Yasin Tariq, as your wife, with the haq mehr of six thousand pounds?" The Imam questioned me.

"Qabool Hai." I nodded.

"Rohaan Tariq, son of Rehan Tariq, do you take Yamna Yasin, daughter of Yasin Tariq, as your wife, with the haq mehr of six thousand pounds?"

"Qabool Hai."

"Rohaan Tariq, son of Rehan Tariq, do you take Yamna Yasin, daughter of Yasin Tariq, as your wife, with the haq mehr of six thousand pounds?"

"Qabool Hai." 

I signed the Nikah nama and the Imam made some duas.

It was official. Yamna was officially in my Nikah, my wife.

I hugged Papa first and foremost, before moving on to hug Chachu, Arsal, Saim Mamu and then leaning in front of Dada Jaan and Kamran Nana. 

I then moved towards Boss Woman and hugged her tightly.

"My Ro, my cheeky boy is married. Alhumdulillah." She whispered.

"All with your duas, Boss Woman." I kissed her cheek. "Keep making duas for us."

"Till the day I take my last breath." She looked up at me with tears in her eyes.

"Let's not even talk about that." I frowned, kissing her forehead now.

This time, my siblings engulfed me in a hug.  Once we pulled away, Behaya hugged me tightly.

"Oh, don't disappoint me by getting all emotional, Behaya." I grinned down at her.

"I'm crying because my innocent little Yum-Yum will be stuck with this Badrooh." She made a face at me.

"Your innocent little Yum-Yum will be in safe hands, In Sha Allah." 

She smiled. "I know." 

*

Yamna

I was waiting impatiently... and very, very nervously. The Nikah must be completed by now.

Any minute, Hoor Appi and Haya Appi would come and take me downstairs. My heart was pounding so hard that I couldn't hear anything else.

There was a knock on the door. 

I closed my eyes, my nerves overwhelming me. "C-Come in." 

The door opened and Haya Appi walked in. "Let's go, Yum-Yum Bhabi." 

I burst out laughing, despite my anxiety. "Yum-Yum Bhabi?" 

She rushed over to me and hugged me. "Congratulations!" 

"To you, too. You are the Nand of two Bhabis now, Ma Sha Allah!" I hugged her back tightly. 

"Alright, Behaya, you can go now."

We turned and my heart almost jumped out of my chest when I saw Rohaan in the doorway. The sherwani fit his muscular built so well that it made me swoon. Ma Sha Allah.

He's my husband now.

"What do you mean, 'I can go now.'?" Haya Appi questioned him.

"The brides will be escorted down by the grooms." He shrugged. "Boss Woman's orders, can't go against her."

"Since when?" Haya Appi teased him. She glanced at me. "Will you be okay?"

"Seriously, Behaya?" Rohaan asked her as I giggled.

Haya Appi left the room, punching him lightly in the stomach before she left. "Do not trouble Yum-Yum!"

Rohaan closed the door.

My chest rose up and down rapidly, and my heart was pounding hard. I backed away, gaze to the ground.

He stepped towards me, adjusting the cuff of his sherwani. "Assalam Alaikum."

"W-Walaikum Assalam." My right hand grabbed my left wrist, as I felt the nerves deep within my belly. 

He came close enough for me to catch the scent of his cologne. 

Oh Allah, he smells wonderful!

Leaning one arm against the wall behind me, he used his index finger and thumb to lift up my chin. He whispered something, a dua, before pressing his lips against my forehead. My knees gave way and I almost slid down, but his arm wrapped around my waist, steadying me. 

"You look beautiful, Yamna Rohaan." He whispered. "Ma Sha Allah." He grinned. "You already told me how the sherwani looks good on me, while you were sneakily watching me."

I pressed my forehead against his chest, blushing. "I wasn't sneakily watching you. I just happened to see you from the terrace."

"You are blushing now, practically melting in my arms. What are you going to do when I kiss you?" 

I squeezed my eyes shut, pressing my head against his chest while wrapping my arms around his waist.

He tilted his head to the side, slightly. "Can I kiss you, Yamna?" 

It was weird hearing my own name from his mouth. I was used to Hamster, or Yum-Yum. But my name sounded so wonderful as he said it now. I looked up at him and nodded, before closing my eyes. 

Within seconds, I felt his lips against mine, soft, slow and tender. He was being cautious, as if afraid of hurting or scaring me.

I had thought it would be weird to kiss Rohaan. I had grown up around him, and he had often made me cry as a child with his pranks. But this wasn't the guy who had left realistic fake spiders and snakes in my bag, or the one who use to throw his sweaty shirt as me to make me squeal. He wasn't the guy who burped purely to annoy me, or the one who jumped out in front of me wearing scary masks, in the dimly lit hallways of this very house. 

This was Rohaan, my husband, the one who had done nothing but protect me or taken care of me recently. The one who understood me and listened to me. My husband, my protector, and the man I loved more than anything in the universe.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, shyly, and deepened the kiss. He pulled away a few moments later, resting his forehead against mine. I panted, trying to catch my breath, while holding his lapels with both hands. I was still in a state of disbelief that we were married.

He straightened up, placing his hand on the back of my neck, staring down at me. "You have no idea how much you mean to me, Yamna." I gasped as he pulled me forward, our mouths meeting again. My heels helped a little with the height difference, but I still had to get up on my toes. 

I blushed again, and with a small smile he kissed my cheek.

"Come on, Mrs Rohaan. There are people waiting for us downstairs." He took my hand and led me towards the door.

When we got downstairs, my now mother-in-law engulfed me in a tight hug. "Ma Sha Allah! You two look truly beautiful together." She then turned to Arsal Bhai and Tahira as they entered. "As do you too! Alhumdulillah, all my kids are happy now." She hugged Tahira as well.

It was beautiful, it was perfect. Our whole khandaan present, especially Dada Jaan and Dado. Ma Sha Allah. Our parents looked overjoyed, everyone looked happy. 

May Allah protect our family from evil eyes. Ameen.

*

"So, no pink dress? I'm surprised." Rohaan grinned at me as we sat at the dinner table, my hand in his as we awaited the serving of the food.

"Prepare to add that middle name, Rohaan Meanie." I teased.

"This feels like a dream, Ma Sha Allah!" Dado spoke up. "My kids and their spouses, my grandkids and their spouses, and my great-grandchildren. We're all greatly blessed, Alhumdulillah."

"Alhumdulillah." We all repeated.

"Allah protect us all from evil eyes, from pain and trouble. Ameen." Anabia Tayi glanced around the room with a smile on her face.

"Ameen." 

Once the dinner was complete, Hoor Appi and Haya Appi both announced that they were leaving, as the kids had to be in bed soon.

"I think we should go as well, Yasin." Mama told Papa. "Otherwise it'll be very late by the time we get back."

"Bhai, you and Bhabi will be here now, right?" Papa asked Tayan.

"Of course, we have to be here with Mum and Dad." Tayan nodded.

"Mama, we have the room set up upstairs for you and Kamran Uncle." Anabia Tayi told her mother and stepfather. "Saim, will you and the family be staying? We have everything ready." 

"Not tonight, Ana." Rohaan's Mamu said. "Shayaan and I both need to be at work tomorrow."

Gradually, everyone started to leave. 

"Chachu, Chachi, if it's okay, I'll drop Yamna off later?" Rohaan spoke to my parents respectfully. 

Both sets of parents smiled knowingly, and I blushed.

"Of course, Rohaan." Papa patted his shoulder. 

*

The house was silent, with most of the people gone. Dado, Dada Jaan, Tayan, Anabia Tayi, Khadija Nano and Kamran Nana had all turned in for the night.

Meanwhile, Rohaan and I sat side-by-side on his bed in his room at the Tariq family home, holding hands.

I looked at the dark features of the room, so masculine, and I pictured my soft toys and pink belongings in here.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, looking at me.

I shrugged. "I don't know. It feels so unreal."

He lifted up our clasped hands and kissed my knuckles softly. "I'm your husband now, Yamna. Anything you need, want, or if there are any issues or worries, you talk to me, okay? My responsibilities have started since I signed the Nikah nama."

"I have everything, Alhumdulillah." I turned sideways and lifted up his hand. His knuckles seemed a little scraped, his hands strong. "Do you punch a lot of people?" I traced my fingers over his knuckles.

He chuckled. "Only those who deserve it." 

I held his hand in my henna-covered ones. Mama had insisted that I at least put mehndi on the back of my hands. My pale gold glittering nail polish sparkled in the overhead light. 

"What are you thinking?" 

I shrugged. "How different we are..."

"You punched a guy who deserved it. Are we really that different?" A corner of his mouth lifted up in a smile.

I got up and stood in front of him, placing my hands on his cheeks. Placing my fingertips on his forehead, I ran them down his face. He closed his eyes, a small smile on his face. I traced my thumb over his lips, staring in awe at this handsome man who was now my husband. Feeling a little bold, I leaned down and softly pecked his lips.

His eyes opened. "What are you doing to me, my hamster?" 

"I need you to know something." I whispered.

He grabbed my hands. "What is it?" 

"My heart belongs to you." I spoke shyly, my gaze lowered. "My soul is deeply connected to yours. I feel, from the bottom of my heart, that I was created for you." 

He stood up, towering over me, our hands still clasped. His gaze on me was intense, as if I was his whole world, and nothing else existed for him. "And I belong to you, Yamna. I'm telling you this openly and clearly today. My heart, my soul, all of me is all yours and only yours." He leaned down and kissed me, wrapping an arm tightly around my waist.

As we kissed, I muttered the words that I'd wanted to say to him for a long time now. "I love you."

"I love you too, my gorgeous hamster." 

*

Yamna

I stirred my bowl of chocolate cereal the next morning, lost in my thoughts.

"You okay, sunshine?" Mama asked me. I nodded and she came and kissed the side of my head, leaning down to hug me from behind. "My sweet Yamna, all married now. Ma Sha Allah."

"I want to go and spend the day with Dado today." I asked her. "Would that be okay?" 

"Why wouldn't it be okay?" She looked confused.

"Because Tayan and Anabia Tayi are there, and they are my in-laws now." I sometimes had no idea myself how naïve I was. Or shall I say stupid?

My mother laughed. "Sweetheart, that's your Dadiyal! And don't ever say that in front of your Tayan and Anabia Bhabi. They'll feel so bad."

"Can I take your car?" I asked.

"Sure. I'm home today, anyway."

And so, after breakfast, I drove to the Tariq family home. I felt a little nervous, but I was looking forward to spend some time with Dado. The medical facility hadn't allowed us to spend too long there. And I'd missed Dado a lot, so I looked forward to my time there with her today.

*

I was laughing as Dado and I talked about old memories.

"Oh," She shook her head. "You kids created such liveliness in our home. Ma Sha Allah."

"Rohaan always used to tease me so much." I muttered.

"And now he'll destroy anyone who messes with you." Her eyes gleamed with genuine happiness. "He loves you so much. I can tell."

"I'm going to go and make some tea. Would you like some, Dado?" 

"No, thank you, sunshine." 

I got up and headed out of the room.

Rohaan was coming down the stairs, surprising me. What was he doing here? Only Tayan and Anabia Tayi were staying here. He stopped when he saw me and grinned. "My favourite hamster."

"Assalam Alaikum."

"Walaikum Assalam. What brings you here on this bright and warm Saturday morning?" He asked, teasingly.

"It's my Dadiyal. I came to see Dado." I shrugged.

"Come with me." He held out his hand.

I took his hand and he took me upstairs to his room. "Ro, what are you...?"

He closed the door and pressed me against it, leaning down to kiss me deeply. "Your first day as my wife. The greeting should be epic." 

I smiled as he kissed me, before lightly pushing him away. I walked away from him and noticed that the wardrobe was open. Inside it was a safe, in which I could see... I gasped. "Is that a gun?" 

He came up beside me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "Yes it is, hamster." He kissed the side of my head. "I'm specially trained to carry a gun, I have a license and all. A lot of people hate your husband, you know."

"It's a dangerous job." I looked up at him, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"Someone has to do it. And I enjoy doing it."

I smiled cheekily up at him. "Can I hold it?" 

"As long as you don't take selfies and put on social media, sure." 

I walked over and picked the gun up. It was a very weird feeling, but also kind of cool, to hold a gun. 

"That is so f**king attractive." He crossed his arms over his chest as he looked at me.

"Attractive or not, it's not for me." I put it back into the shelf.

"Good. I pray that you never have to be in a situation where you'd need it." He stepped closer to me, placing his hands on my hips.

"I can't even ask you not to put yourself in such a situation." I placed my hands on his shoulders, tilting my head back to look at him. "But I can make dua that may Allah always keep you safe from harm. Ameen." 

"I had no idea you loved me this much, Yamna." 

"I couldn't exactly express it so clearly before it was halal." 

"Did you feel this way when you and Yusuf...?" 

I nodded, shyly.

"Why didn't you ever say anything? To Chachi? To anyone!"

"Because I didn't believe that you could see me as anything but a shy, stupid hamster."

"You are shy, you are my hamster, but you are not stupid. You never were, Yamna. This cute hamster owns my heart." He took my hand and placed it over his heart. "And you've turned me into a romantic sap."

I laughed. "I should go. I told Dado I'm going to make tea."

"She's a remarkably smart woman, Ma Sha Allah. She knows that your husband is here and she won't comment on the length of your absence. Don't worry."

I knew he was right. Dado was wonderful that way. 

His phone started ringing, and I took the opportunity to run away.

"Hamster!" 

I giggled as I ran down the stairs.

*

As I was driving home, it was after Maghrib. I'd had a wonderful day with Dado.

But I noticed something. Throughout the drive on the motorway, there had been a car constantly behind me. I paid no attention until I exited the motorway and it followed me. Naturally, I couldn't tell who it was, with the headlights and all. I decided to check to make sure if I was being followed, so I took an extra turn on the roundabout, before taking an exit. 

The car did the same!

"Oh crap." I muttered. 

I didn't want to drive home, and lead this person there. I was terrified. I had no idea what to do. Why was I being followed? I had no enemies!

No matter where I drove, the car followed.

"Hi Bixby, call Rohaan." I spoke, and the call connected over Bluetooth.

"Hey, hamster. Missing me already?" His amused voice filled the car. 

"Rohaan...I think I'm being followed." My voice trembled.

*

So they are finally married!

Rohaan is more romantic than expected!

But, as I said, this book will be darker, and Rohaan's profession ensures that.

Who is following Yamna?

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