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Hooriya

As the daughter of someone who works for an airline, I wasn't unaccustomed to flying. I've had multiple experiences of sitting in various classes, and various seats, including sitting in the middle seat when Haya claimed the window and Ro claimed the aisle. Despite the large amount of in-flight entertainment now available on most major long-haul flights, I always had kept my own special travel supplies: a book, a notepad and a pack of pens. But no matter where I sat, or how I kept myself entertained, I'd always loved flying. I'd loved the way the plane ran down the runway and slowly lifted off, leaving the land far behind. I loved the feeling of seeing the land grow closer upon landing. I loved awaiting what in-flight meal we were going to be provided with. I loved choosing movies or TV shows to watch. I missed the days when Ro kicked the back of the seat of the passenger in front of us, and then was forced to move to seat between Mama and Papa. I missed how little Arsu used to lean towards me when the plan sped down the runway, his eyes wide with fear. I missed how Haya used to squeal when the plane was descending and we got that tickling feeling in our stomachs.

But nothing, nothing could have prepared me for this experience. 

I turned my head and looked at Farhaan who was asleep on the flat bed across the aisle. Umrah is a beautiful but experience, but it is very tiring. We had spent three days in Makkah, three in Medina and then had made our way back to Jeddah to catch a flight to our final destination in Eastern Asia, via Dubai. From Dubai, or flight was in the middle of the night/early morning, so naturally sleep was lost. But he seemed to be catching up on it, while I sat excitedly on my flat bed, blanket pulled over me, watching an episode of Young Sheldon.

Although it was a nice and warm weather in the UK as well at this time of the year, I was looking forward to the tropical sun. 

But the excitement was soon forced away by the sleepiness. This moving around between time differences had knocked me down with a sudden wave of fatigue. I glanced at the flight duration time on the screen. We still had another five hours before we landed. I might as well get some sleep.

Pulling the divider forward for some privacy, I snuggled down onto the bed, pulling up the blanket almost up to my chin.

I can't believe I'm going on my honeymoon!

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Clearing the immigration on arrival took a long time. After such a long flight, it felt like an awful, never-ending nightmare.

At least the ittar is still doing its matching. I thought in relief as I caught the scent of the Arabic alcohol-free perfume that I'd purchased in Medina. 

"So, where are we staying?" I asked Farhaan, my hand in his, as we stood in the queue. I wore a light blue and white floral maxi skirt with a light blue blouse. Meanwhile he wore dark blue jeans and a white t-shirt. 

"It's a surprise." He grinned down at me.

We'd landed during late afternoon, and yet the sun seemed to still be on its peak, considering the heat that was coming in from the doors leading outside. As we had our passports stamped and headed towards the baggage reclaim hall, I glanced around at the old terminal building which seemed to be stuck back in the 90s, despite being such a major tourist destination. But who cared how the airport was? I was more interested in where we were going.

As we arrived outside with our luggage, a man was waiting for us holding a placard with our name on it: Mr & Mrs Farhaan Faiz.

I grinned, automatically. How cool was that? Then I mentally chided myself for being so silly. God, I'm being such a fangirl right now!

The man greeted us politely and led us out of the airport towards the car parking, even taking the trolley with our luggage on it.

"How far is the place from here?" Farhaan asked him.

"It's approximately an hour, Sir." The driver replied. He was dressed in a chauffer outfit, with the golden letters of a resort or something printed on the blazer.

I groaned internally at the idea of further travel for another hour. But when we got to our transport, I saw that it was like a minivan, with six seats, three and three facing each other, with ample space in between. It felt like a comfortable ride, and best of all, it was just me and Farhaan. The driver loaded the luggage, refusing Farhaan's offer to help, and soon we were on our way.

We sat beside each other, hands clasped. I was happily staring out of the window, enjoying the scenery despite my initial reservations about being in the car for such a long time. We were clearly near the city right now, with modern buildings and hotels. But it wasn't long before we were on a motorway that seemed to be leading towards mountains and forests. My eyes widened at the beautiful view.

"Did you have a good nap?" I asked Farhaan, snuggling up against him.

"Yes, I feel well rested now. Ready for honeymoon activities." He grinned cheekily at me.

My cheeks warm, I rested my head against his chest and he wrapped his arm around me. After that first night, we hadn't gotten intimate again. During our Umrah trip, we had dedicated our tip solely to worship, staying late at the Masid-ul-Haram (also known as the Grand Mosque), and then being back there for the pre-dawn prayers. I took his free hand between both of mine, feeling a true sense of peace and happiness.

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The driver opened the door and I stepped out, glancing around. We were at a private resort that seemed to consist of various villas. Surrounded by the stunning greenery of a forest, with the majestic mountains providing a beautiful backdrop to the picturesque scenery, the resort was the definition of a 'honeymoon destination'. 

There were members of staff waiting for us, holding a tray of tropical drinks, and greeted us warmly while offering us those beverages. 

"Nothing alcoholic right?" I checked.

"No, madam." The member of staff replied.

I took a glass and sipped on it as the driver took our luggage out. Then some of the staff members started taking our luggage down a wooden walkway that was built over a gorgeous blue-green lake, leading towards the front desk of the resort. Sipping our delicious drinks, we followed them towards the area where we were meant to check in. As Farhaan completed the formalities, I remained outside to observe the area. 

The main area was had the lake with the dark blue-green water. The villas were built around it; there were not many of them, and there was a reasonable distance between each villa. One of the buildings by the lake seemed to be the restaurant, and there were tables set up right by the edge of the lake for a fine dining experience. 

"Let's go, Hoor." Farhaan appeared by my side, placing a hand on the small of my back. The staff members again led the way, with our luggage in one of those luggage carts that were found at fancy hotels. 

"This is so beautiful!" I was awed by my surroundings.

We were led to a villa that was closer to the edge of the forest. With sand-coloured walls and a triangular roof, the villa had brown-framed glass doors and windows. We stepped right into a bright and airy living area with floor-to-ceiling windows and a sliding door that opened directly where the pool was. The room had white sofas with pastel-coloured cushions, a glass coffee table, and even two wicker chairs places conveniently to face the pool outside, with a small round table between the two. To the left was a kitchen with a white isle and wicker bar stools. After the staff left us alone with our luggage, I headed into the bedroom. The building was an L-shaped, and I stepped inside the room and turned, my eyes widening. The left wall was also floor-to-ceiling windows and a sliding door that opened into the pool. The opposite wall was also all windows, with a view of the beautiful forest. A large bed dominated the room, and just opposite it two white chairs were placed by a small coffee table that overlooked the forest. There was also a dressing table with a large mirror that was framed with tiny round mirror-work. And, of course, there was an en-suite bathroom. "This is so beautiful!" I repeated my words, breathlessly.

"You know what else is beautiful?" Farhaan wrapped his arms from behind me.

"Me?" I grinned, turning my head to look up at him.

He laughed. "That's an arguable statement."

"Hey!" I tried to free myself from his grip, but he didn't let you go.

"Here me out... the argument is that whether you are simply beautiful or drop-dead gorgeous." He whispered into my ear.

"Nice try, but it's too late to make amends." I shook my head. "Now, excuse me while I go and freshen up." 

It was almost seven and the sun was close to setting. I could almost see the darkness that was starting to descend over the forest, and while it seemed a little scary as well, there was unspeakable beauty in that view as well.

"Okay, we'll go get dinner. One of the reasons I booked this place is because of the guaranteed halal options in food." He said.

I nodded. "I'm going to call home as well. It's around noon there. Just want to let them know that we have arrived safely." But first, I headed into the bathroom.

When I came out, he went to freshen up and I video called Mama. "Assalam Alaikum, Mama!"

"Walaikum Assalam! How are you both? Have you reached safely?" She smiled.

"Yes! Look." I flipped the camera around to show her the sight of the forest and the pool by our villa, before turning it back to myself. "See how pretty this is!"

"Enjoy, both of you! Have a beautiful, wonderful time!" She said. 

"In Sha Allah. I'll end the call now, Mama. Just wanted to let you know that we've reached safely." 

"Okay, Hoor. Allah Hafiz." 

"Allah Hafiz!" As the call ended, I made an impulsive decision and dialled Anaya Aunty's number. "Assalam Alaikum, Aunty!"

"Walaikum Assalam, Hoor! How are you, beta? Have you two reached safely? Was the flight okay?" She seemed to be in the kitchen of her home, her hair pulled back in a bun.

"Alhumdulillah, yes, Aunty! It's a beautiful place! I love it." 

"That's good. When life gives a chance to live out such beautiful moments, one should always take it. And what better timings than when you're newly married?" 

"Yes." 

Farhaan came into the room, shirt off and with a towel resting on his shoulder. 

"Aunty, do tell Farhaan to take care of me." I said, mischievously. "Ask him not to scare me or tease me so much in this foreign country."

He balled up the towel, as if ready to launch at me. I don't know how I managed to keep the smile off my face.

"I told you, beta, if he bothers you too much, let me know."

"I will, Aunty." I smiled at my mother-in-law. When the call ended, I nonchalantly put the phone on the bedside table, feeling his intense gaze on me. Standing up, I smoothed down my skirt and looked up at him finally with raised eyebrows. "Is there a problem?" 

He walked over to me wordlessly. I gulped and backed away. "Now, where's your mischievousness?" He asked.

"We are getting late for dinner." I turned away but he grabbed my arm gently and pulled him towards himself. I slammed against him, my hand slapping against his bare chest. My eyes met his, and I felt mesmerised. His blue-green eyes made my heart skip several beats, seemingly. He placed his hands on my waist, and I put both my hands on his shoulders, tilting my head back to stare up at him. He leaned closer until there was hardly any distance between our lips. I closed my eyes, breathing hard.

He suddenly backed away with a smirk on his face. "We are getting late for dinner." He repeated my words and chuckled.

This man is such a tease! I narrowed my eyes at him, crossing my arms over my chest. 

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Haya

Recently, I had created my own social media page where I displayed my cricket-based art. The page was called: theartofsixers. I posted my artwork on it, and had even gained a handful of followers. It was something to do before I worked towards my bigger aim of opening a gallery.

I knew that my cricket playing days were basically over. After my injury, and Bela's eviction from the team, the team had basically scattered. Nobody played together anymore, and as sad as I was about it, I decided that it was a good opportunity for me to focus on the main goal of my career life: art. That's when I came up with the idea for this page. Why not combine my two passions?

"This is genuine talent, Ma Sha Allah." Yasin Chachu told me as he scrolled through my page. 

"It's a very creative idea." Dada Jaan agreed. "Your artwork on cricket takes me back to my times, when I was a young lad and I used to play myself."

"What are you talking about Dada Jaan? You're still a young lad." I smiled at him as I sat on the armchair in the living room of my paternal grandparents' house.

With my parents back at work, Arsal starting his internship, and Rohaan gone hiking with Bunny and Harris, I had come to my grandparents' house to spend some time with them. Like Yasin Chachu, I enjoyed painting on the patio deck, and I had spent a good couple of hours painting.

"Haya, what happened to internships at galleries?" Chachu asked me.

"I gave up. I don't want to work elsewhere. I want my own place."

"Haya, I understand, but working at a gallery would give you a better idea of how it's run. That experience will help you. One doesn't achieve true success without a bit of work behind it." Chachu said. 

I shrugged. "I feel that I don't need to go out there in today's time. Everything is on social media. I could use that to connect to the world."

"No matter what the times, Haya, gaining experience by working will do you no harm. In fact, it would be beneficial." Dada Jaan also put in his two cents. "Keep your social media idea, but also go out there. Sometimes talking face-to-face experienced people gives us new ideas and inspirations. What you can learn from someone's actual experience cannot be learnt from social media, I'm afraid."

I couldn't argue with that. Even to manage my own gallery, I would need to learn some people skills. And how would I even think about gaining any of those without even dealing with people on a professional basis? "Okay, I'll start looking again."

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Aizah Faiz

I am considered to be a true heiress: spoiled, elegant, perfectly poised and ready to rule the world. But outer appearances rarely display a person's internal self, right?

I remember unbothered when I'm questioned about marriage, but internally my heart aches as I wonder if there's something wrong with me. Yes, initially I refused to marry until I was ready, but now I was getting impatient. Was I not good enough? And sadly, this society doesn't help to raise a girl's self-confidence at all, instead choosing to crush it. 

I'm an architect, I design people's homes. And yet, I'm always asked how I couldn't even start my own home.

During my twin's wedding, I had been bombarded by these questions by distant friends who had come over to our home to congratulate my parents.

"Now, when will it be Aizah's turn?"

"Anaya, tumhari khud ki shaadi to kaafi achi umar main hogayi thi to beti main kyun dair kar rahi ho?" 

*"Anaya, you yourself got married at such a good age, so why are you delaying your daughter's marriage?"

So when the opportunity came to travel to my motherland for a massive architecture project for the great Gillani family, I eagerly agreed. 

"Aizah, are you sure?" Mama asked me, worriedly. "Going there alone?" 

"I'll be fine, Mama." I smiled weakly at her. "I know I'll be in Islamabad, but Dani Phupho and Sumaira Phupho live in Lahore. Worse comes to worst, I'll just be a short flight away from them. But this is such a huge opportunity for me and I cannot miss it."

The Gillani family had once ruled Pakistani politics, but know they were known for the various shelter homes and orphanages that they had formed- solely for the benefit for the less fortunate and with no ulterior motives/profits of their own. They now wanted to design a shelter home for women, that would also help them earn for themselves without even having to go out by activities such as cooking, sewing and even henna designing.

"She'll be fine, In Sha Allah." Papa told Mama. "I have contacts in Islamabad who she can turn to in case of need; contacts I can trust completely. Plus, she's right; Dani and Sumi are in Lahore. They'll happily look out for our Aizah."

Mama finally agreed, even though I knew that her heart still wasn't satisfied. But is a mother's heart ever satisfied when it comes to her kids' safety?

Being the only sister of two brothers, and being a Papa's Girl, I was completely blanketed by their overprotectiveness. But I was looking forward to stepping out into the world, even if it was for the sake of my career. 

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Hooriya

The table was right near the edge of the lake. Tiki torches were placed in regular intervals around the edges. The table had a round glass vase which contained colourful flowers, the battery-operated lamps provided the perfect glow, and the table had rose petals spread over it. It was a beautiful way to dine.

In front of us was roasted chicken (halal), egg friend rice and delicious prawn curry- with just the right amount of spiciness. It was a delicious meal, no doubt, and with the gentle soft music playing in the background, it was a beautiful atmosphere.

After the meal, we took a walk around the lake, enjoying the light breeze that ruffled my hair and provided a relief from the heat, despite lacking coolness itself.

"Do you like it here, Hoor?" 

"Like it? I could move here and live here for the rest of my life, away from all the drama and stress of reality." 

He looked at me and I stared back into those gorgeous blue-green eyes. All my fantasies seemed to have suddenly become a reality, and I still felt too overwhelmed to realise that it was all actually happening. Somewhere in my mind, I was still thinking of this as a lovely dream that my heart and mind had concocted together, working in unison for once.

We returned back to our villa soon because the jet lag was taking its toll. 

Changing into my nightwear- a red silk camisole top and matching shorts- I started to brush my teeth. As I did so, he appeared behind me and traced a finger down my bare arm, sending such intense sparks through me that I jumped. I glared at him in the mirror even with the toothbrush in my mouth, the toothpaste foam surrounding my lips. He simply smirked. I rinsed my mouth and washed my hands after setting the toothbrush aside. Turning innocently to him, I placed my hand under the running tap water and splashed him. He was briefly disorientated, so I rushed past him before he got his revenge.

He followed me out of the bathroom, his pace slow and casual, almost calculating.

"Stay back!" I warned him, grabbing a pillow from the bed and holding it against me as if it would protect me from his 'attack'.

"Pehle chaidhti ho, phir reham ki umeed?" He questioned.

*"First you mess with me, then you expect mercy?"

"It's late. Aren't you tired? Go to sleep." I blabbered on, backing away. I turned to leave the room, but that's when he rushed up and wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me off the ground. I shrieked, a laugh automatically escaping my mouth. "Farhaan! Stop!"

He set me back down, but tightened his arms around me, leaning down to rest his chin on my shoulder. "I haven't even started yet..."

My cheeks turned red as I turned my head to look up at him. "What are your intentions?"

"I'd rather just show you than to verbally express them." He nibbled my ear lobe lightly. "But I don't know if you can handle it."

"I know what you're trying to do and I won't fall for it." I feigned confidence, yet I was melting on the inside. 

He turned me around and I looked up at him, retaining that façade of confidence. He leaned down to kiss my neck softly, causing me to close my eyes and resist the urge to moan. My hands curled into fists, attempting to supress the desire that was making my body tremble. His arms tightened around me, and I wrapped my arms around him, my hands sliding up his back.

"You're right." He whispered.

"About?" 

"We should sleep. I'm tired and it's late." He stepped back, dropping his arms to his side. "I need to be fresh and energetic for this." 

I gave him a teasing look, tilting my head slightly. "For what?" 

"If I tell you, these already pink cheeks would turn a deep shade of red." He ran a finger over my cheek.

Already, I felt the heat increase in my cheeks.

"Yes, exactly like that, Hooriya." He grinned, before turning to head to bed.

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The sun rose over the beautiful forest, and birds created a beautiful song with their chirping. I found myself standing at the edge of the pool, ready for an early morning, pre-breakfast dip.

With a tremendous amount of privacy due to the high border walls, I felt comfortable enough to light blue one-piece swimsuit that I just knew that Haya had sneaked into my suitcase. Truly Behaya, that girl. I smiled fondly as I thought of my mischievous twin.

Grabbing the silver ladder, I walked down the steps into the pool, shivering slightly as my warm skin came in contact with the not-so-warm water. I gasped slightly, but I knew that it was better to go in immediately rather than slowly. I held onto the edge of the pool as I moved around, letting my body get used to the water temperature. Fortunately, it wasn't too cold so it didn't take me long to stop shivering, especially when I got to the end where the sun rays were lighting up the pool water like a natural spotlight. For a while I stayed in the sunlight with my eyes closed and head tilted back, my arms resting on the edge of the pool. Sighing contentedly, I let myself mentally relax. All problems and worries seemed like a whole world away. On the other side of the world, in this beautiful little place tucked away at the edge of a forest, I felt nothing but pure happiness.

Opening my eyes, I felt breathless as I saw Farhaan step out, squinting up at the sunlight, before turning his head to look in my directions. Wearing just a pair of boxers, he looked like one of those heart-stopping supermodels found in magazines or Pinterest images. Wordlessly, he came towards the edge of the pool...and dove in. I was on the other end of the pool, and I felt my heart speed up as I watched him swim towards me. He surfaced right in front of me, gripping me by the waist. "What a view to wake up to." He whispered.

I placed my hands at the side of his head, tangling my fingers through his hair, a smile appearing on my face. "Aren't you fortunate?" 

He grinned. "Indeed I am. Alhumdulillah."

I laughed. "I always knew you are smart, and by realising this very important fact, you've proved that."

He glanced down at my outfit, his eyes widening slightly, probably surprised at my 'bold' outfit. The neckline was a little too low, my legs fully displayed. It was actually the boldest thing- and the only exposing outfit- that I'd ever worn- and I'd only worn it because he was the only one who'd see me in it. Nobody else had the right to do so. 

I clasped my hands behind his neck, pulling myself closer against him. "Eyes up here, mister."

He grinned again, this time his cheekiness extra clear in his expressions. "Who want to see the eyes? I see them all the time, and as beautiful as they are, I'd rather explore new territories."

I gasped, but I was unable to stop a smile. "You are so..." I slightly slapped his shoulder.

Even as I spoke, I felt him lift me up, and I automatically wrapped my legs around his waist. "Only with you."

And those words were powerful enough to have an incredible impact on me. I moved forward and found myself passionately pressing my lips against his. The taste of his toothpaste was strongly felt in my mouth as I kissed him like there was no tomorrow. 

Passion is like a spark, that in the right circumstances can become a raging inferno. And what better circumstances than being on honeymoon in such a gorgeous place?

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MATURE

The towels were thrown randomly around the room after we'd showered quickly to get rid of the chlorinated water of the pool. I hardly remembered how we had kissed and stumbled towards the bed, and had ended up on the bed, locked in a heated embrace. 

As we lay together after the second round, his arm around me and his hand running up and down my bare thigh, I felt myself dozing off with my head resting against his chest. I turned over, moving up almost on top of him, my stomach pressed against the side of his waist. Looking at him with sleepy eyes, I smiled. "What is the itinerary for the day?" 

"How about stay in here all day?" He pulled me forward gently until our mouths met again.

I sat up, even though that was the last thing I wanted. "Come on. I want to go out and do some other activities as well. I want to see the waterfalls the waiter mentioned last night. Let's go on that boat that would take us to the waterfalls through the shallow forest!" I pressed my hand against his chest. "We didn't just come to the other side of the world to remain in a room, right?"

"Well, to be fair, s*x is a pretty main activity on a honeymoon." He sat up as well. "But okay, as you wish." 

I sat on my knees, and leaned forward to kiss him, placing my hand at the back of his neck. The sparks ignited again between us. Our desire for each other was lit up with an intensity that quickly became out of our control.

As we ended up making love once again, the long-term love and yearning that we had for each other became a fuel that strongly powered this fire.

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"Come on." Farhaan held out a hand, and I took it as he helped me onto the boat. 

Wearing a long maxi dress with a burst of various coloured designs, ranging from purple to light blue, to pink an peach and orange, I matched white wedge sandals with the outfit. Farhaan wore khaki trousers and a light blue polo shirt. 

It was us and a couple of other couples, as well as the driver who operated the speedboat.

I sat down on the polished wood bench beside Farhaan, leaning against him as he wrapped his arm around me. I loved places like these, but for some reason I felt a little nervous about the boat ride through the forest. 

But as the boat ride began, it soon began obvious as to how serene this place truly was. The canopy of the trees provided a sweet shelter from the harshness of the summer sun. The birds chirped away like something out of a Disney film. And here I was, beside the man I loved with all my heart and soul. Ignoring the other couples- clearly honeymooners themselves- I looked up at my husband, who returned my gaze before planting a soft, quick kiss on my lips.

It was something out of a film as the boat made its way down the river, surrounded by the shallow forest. Here war, hatred and evil held no meaning; here it was love and beauty. 

A slight turn later, the forest itself seemed to clear back a little to reveal one of the most beautiful view of nature that I'd ever seen in my life. The majestic waterfalls pouring fresh spring water into the gorgeous lake below, the sound so soothing that I just wanted to close my eyes and listen to it all day. Nature was beautiful, Subhan Allah! 

I was in complete awe. 

The boat was stopped at the side, and we got off. We walked towards the jutted out land that seemed to be reaching out towards the waterfalls. A lover reaching its hand outwards towards its beloved, without ever reaching it. I stared up at the waterfalls, wrapping my arm around my husband's waist, sighing happily. I looked at him. "I've found my true happiness."

"The waterfalls?" He asked.

"You."

I was in love, I've been in love for a while, and I seemed to be constantly falling in love all over again. And it was always with him, it will always be him, In Sha Allah. 

"Photo?" The driver of the boat asked us.

"Sure." I handed him my phone, and we turned our backs towards the falls as Farhaan wrapped his arm around me. A genuine smile lit up my face as the driver took our photo. 

We had plenty of selfies there, and Farhaan took quite a few photos of me, some candid as I stared up at the falls.

We were in love in a place of immense natural beauty, and the feeling was surreal.

*

The driver who drove us from the resort to the waterfalls boat trip, drove us back in the same minivan from yesterday. It was only a short drive, but the views were epic. We drove down a road that looked down in a valley so gorgeous that it seemed unreal. We all know that one of the names of Allah is Al-Musawwir (a.k.a The Artist), and places like these were strong evidences of that.

"Can we move here?" I asked Farhaan, leaning my head on his arm.

"Only if you can be at this much distance from your family." He kissed my forehead.

"Never." I couldn't imagine living a whole continent away from my parents and siblings, on the other side of the world. I had a great amount of respect for the girls who ended up moving to another country/continent after marriage. 

We got to the resort, and walked hand-in-hand towards our villa. 

"Late lunch?" He asked me.

"Sure." I replied.

After freshening up in our villa, we headed back out towards the restaurant for a delicious meal of vegetable noodles and grilled fish bites.

*

"Haya and I always loved night flights. We felt closer to the stars." I stared up at the night sky, smiling.

We were on the loungers by the pool, with him stretched out and me sitting cross-legged, facing him. 

"Looking up at the stars make you truly realise how big our universe is." I continued. 

"You really think deeply about everything, don't you?" 

"Anyone who loves writing has to think deeply." I shrugged.

He held out his hand and I took it before getting up and moving onto his lounger, lying down beside him. He wrapped his arm around me, kissing my forehead. "I really cannot thank Allah enough for bringing you into my life, Hoor." 

I smiled. "A romantic concept of this is that we were Written in the Stars, our relationship formed before we even existed, written by the Greatest of Writers Himself...by Allah."

While the term 'Written in the Stars' sounded astrological, and therefore not Islamic, I tended to read it more metaphorically. I read it as something written to be a deep and influential part of our lives; a significant part of our story. It was written by Allah, who overlooked the stars, the moon, the sun, the sky and literally everything in existence, and is therefore the most beautiful and meaningful love story that we can experience in our life. It's a love story that required no drama, no action or no unnecessary villains- just two hearts finding their way to each other and belong well and truly to each other...like true soulmates.

Farhaan's right. I think deeply about everything.

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A sweet little chapter in their love story! 

This place is not based on any real place, just something out of my imagination...but it seems like a lovely place to visit! :D

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