Zaynub Khalid

Ya Allah. I couldn't believe this. First, I got insulted and then my husband's aunt was telling us to get divorced. 

Calm down, Zaynub. You can get through this. Remember Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) went through so many struggles and Allah helped him. Allah will help you just be patient, I told myself. Patience was key in situations like this.

"I'm not leaving my wife," Zakir said determined with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Zakir! How can you be so blind?! She's turning you from your family," Aunt Yusra hissed.

"No, she isn't! You know, you're the one who's turning against your nephew. Why can't you accept this? Why don't you want me to be happy? Why are you telling me to marry a girl who I don't like? Why?" he yelled, frustrated beyond belief. His breathing became uneven. Zakir was scared. He was scared of losing me.

"Because she isn't right for you! I know who's perfect for my nephew and that's Bahiya. Divorce her!" she continued her rant.

Is this really what people think of Zakir and I? This was getting too intense for me. A girl could only take so much. Maybe I was weak. They were right. I didn't belong here. I couldn't imagine leaving Zakir. The thought alone pained me.

"How can you even say that? I think the blind one here is you-"

"Everyone be quiet!" a deep voice rumbled.

We all turned our heads to find my father-in-law, Laila, and Amir standing in the doorway.

"Aunt Yusra let them be. I've never seen Zakir as happy as he is with Zaynub. He loves her and you can't break their bond like that," Laila said in a soothing voice.

"He's not in love!"

"Yusra! You may be my sister, but you can't just walk into this house and demand that Zakir divorce his wife."

"How could you get your son married to this women? She has no charisma or-"

"Okay that's it! I don't want Zaynub to stay here if everyone is bringing her down. I'm taking Zaynub home with me!" Amir interrupted.

"No! Don't take Zaynub away," Zakir panicked.

"Zakir, do you want to make her suffer in all this," Amir said while indicating with his hands towards all of them. "She doesn't need this. I'm taking her home and that's final."

Zakir glared at his aunt. "Can I have a second alone with Zaynub please? So can you all get out," he demanded.

Everyone got out of the room. Zakir then turned to me. My chest clenched at his pain expression. I couldn't breathe. I didn't want to leave Zakir. I wanted to stay with him, but Amir had made a valid point. All this drama was too much to take in. I just wished Zakir could go with me. 

My heart thumped loudly in my ear as Zakir stepped closer to me. He grabbed my waist and pulled me to him. He brought his lips down to mine. I immediately responded to the kiss. 

All our emotions were put into the kiss. It wasn't a good-bye kiss. It was more of an urgent and loving type. Zakir pulled away so our foreheads were touching. His brown eyes were clouded with emotions. Pain, awe, and love. 

He loves me?

"I promise I'll fix all this. I'm not leaving you princess. And you know why?" he murmured.

"Why?"

"Because I love you. I know we've only been married for like a while, but I fall in love with you more everyday. I love you and no one is going to change that," he said softly.

"I love you too," I smiled.

I gently placed a soft kiss on his lips. It was meant to only be a small kiss, but Zakir kept a firm hold on me. He smiled against my lips. We kept kissing for about a few minutes before we pulled away again.

"I don't want you to leave," he pouted.

"I don't want to leave either, but Amir is right," I sighed.

"I know," he said sadly.

That's when Amir knocked on the door. "Zaynub, we're leaving. Hurry up."

I packed some of stuff and said salaams to everyone. Before I left Zakir hugged me tightly. He didn't want me to go.

"Call me when you get home. I can't stand not being able to talk to you," he whispered in my ear.

I nodded and with that I left.

* * * *

Zakir Khan

It had been one week since Zaynub left. I missed her presence on the bed. I missed her kisses, her touch, her laugh, her smile. I missed her, it was as simple as that.

Aunt Yusra still hadn't stopped bugging me about getting a divorce. Mum was home now. We were all trying to help her get her memory back, but it wasn't not working. Bahiya's family visited and I just stayed in my room. 

I didn't want to hear them insult my wife more. I was better off staying in my room. I tried to busy myself in work so I didn't think much about Zaynub, but it was killing me to know that she was not at home, waiting for me anymore. She was away, gone, and the thought tortured me every night.

I sighed and went downstairs. I was greeted by Bahiya's family and my sisters. I didn't like having them here because I kept thinking back to that argument. They wanted me to get a divorce and then marry Bahiya. 

What a dumb request, I mentally scoffed as I opened the fridge.

"So are you ready to come back to me," Bahiya purred.

I saw Khadijah and Deeliyah gagging silently and Laila cringed at what Bahiya said. I had to bite back a grin at their disgusted expressions. I turned my attention back to Bahiya.

"We were never a thing and I'm not divorcing my wife for you," I stated while grabbing a water bottle from the fridge.

"But she left you. She's such an unfaithful brat," she muttered the last part.

"Zaynub left because she needed a break from the drama you put her through," I said with an edge in my voice.

"Oh whatever. Zakir, you and I belong together. I love you," she batted her eyelashes at me.

Laila snorted. "As if. You don't know what love is. You love his wealth and looks. Not Zakir. That ain't love sweetheart," she said bitterly.

"I do love Zakir! He loves me too," Bahiya hissed.

"Ya Allah have mercy. Stop using the word 'love' in vain. Don't throw such a strong word around like that when you don't mean it," exclaimed Deeliyah.

"I'm not using the word in vain," Bahiya defended.

"Would you just stop it? I don't have any romantic feelings for you, Bahiya. Get that through your head. I love Zaynub so stop trying to get me to divorce her," I said.

"But-"

"Save it. Laila, tell dad I'm gonna go see Zaynub," I said over my shoulder as I walked through the door.

I needed my wife. Now.

* * * * 

I finally arrived at Zaynub's place. I was so excited to see her again. I knocked three times until Amir opened the door.

"Assalamualaikum," I greeted.

"Walaikumusalaam. Come in," he said.

"Is Zaynub here?" I asked as I walked in.

"Yeah she's up in her old room," he pointed towards her room. "I take it that you missed her too much, huh?" he smirked, leaning against the frame of the door.

"Oh shut up," I rolled my eyes.

"Zaynub has been depressed this week. I'm sorry but I can't let her go back when all this drama is happening. I love my sisters and they both are going through so much already. I just don't want to burden them more," Amir tried to explain.

"I understand. I don't want to burden Zaynub either. I'm trying to find an apartment to move into with Zaynub. You know to get away from all that drama, but with my mom's amnesia I just don't know if that's the right choice right now," I admitted.

"I get what you mean. Hey, right now go comfort your wife. We can talk later," he smiled.

I nodded and went up the stairs to Zaynub's room. I knocked on her door and a second later she opened it. Her jaw dropped when she saw me.

 I chuckled at her reaction. "What's wrong, princess? Didn't you miss me?" I smirked.

She scowled at me. "Jerkface," she muttered under her breath.

"I heard that you know."

"You were meant to."

"Ouch and here I thought you loved me."

"Well..." she trailed off, a small smile gracing her lips.

"Haha very funny. Now, get over here and kiss me."

Zaynub laughed. Oh, how I missed that beautiful sound. Zaynub came up to me and wrapped her arms around my neck while mine found their way to her slim waist. I dipped my head until my lips reached hers. It was a slow and sweet kiss. I ran my hands up her sides. 

Sadly, all good things had to come to an end.

"Ew! What the heck, guys? Can't you do that when I'm not here?" exclaimed a girly voice.

We pulled apart to see Hajar with a mortified look on her face. Zaynub and I laughed it off.

"Gross. I did not need to witness that," glared Hajar.

"Hey, you could have just let it be and walked away," defended Zaynub.

"Still," cringed Hajar.

"What's all this noise about?" my mother-in-law walked into the conversation. "Oh. Assalamualaikum Zakir."

"Walaikumusalaam," I responded.

"What brings you here today?" she asked.

"Oh, you know, I missed my wife so I came to visit," I shrugged.

"Aww aren't you a sweetie pie," she cooed.

We all went downstairs to eat dinner together. Amir told some funny stories about Zaynub as a child. My mother-in-law started talking about how silly Amir and Zaynub were when Hajar was born. It was a fun night.

* * * *

After dinner I offered to help Zaynub with the dishes.

"I'm glad you came today," she said while washing a plate.

"Same. Aunt Yusra is still trying to get me to divorce you, but I'm not going to let that happen," I promised.

"Zakir, does your family really think that I'm a horrible wife with no charisma?" she asked, a little saddened as she placed a plate back on the rack.

"What? No! My family loves you. My parents are the ones who wanted me to marry before I even considered it and my sisters are going crazy talking about you. They all love you. Aunt Yusra is just..." I trailed off with a shrug.

Zaynub sighed.

"Hey, listen I don't care if some people don't like us together. I love you even with your flaws and all. You're my wife and I'm proud of that. You're beautiful inside and out. Whoever says otherwise are idiots," I confessed.

"One of the many reasons I love you. You always know what to say to make me feel better," she smiled.

"Couldn't agree more, wife," I muttered before I leaned down to place a small kiss on her lips.

We continued to talk. After we finished the dishes, Zaynub went to find Noorah and I went into the living room and talked to Amir. We only talked for about fifteen minutes before Zaynub came running down.

"Amir we need to get to the hospital now!" Zaynub yelled while barging into the room with a panicked expression.

"What? Why?" Amir  questioned as we both stood up.

"Noorah is going into labor."

Assalamualaikum guys!

I think everybody already realized that Zaykir is here to stay, but how far will Aunt Yusra go to prove it wrong? Uh oh. Remember to comment, vote, and fan! Thanks :)