Samar's P.O.V.

"Wafa, jaldi karo!" (Wafa, hurry up!) I say waiting for. her impatiently at the bottom of the stairs, I have been telling her to hurry for the past ten minutes. "Wafa!"

"Coming," She said rushing down the stairs.  I look up and my breath. hitches, she. . .looked beautiful. She was wearing a light pink dress accessorized with pearl jewelry, and finishing it off. with our wedding ring. It sparkled in the light as she slid her hand down the railing, Wafa pushed her hair to the back as she adjusted her purse on her shoulder. "Sorry, the zipper was being finicky, let's go." I couldn't stop. looking at her, Wafa waved her hand in front of my face snapping me out of my thoughts. "Hello?"

"Sorry," I said clearing my throat,  "Let's go,"  Wafa nodded as she walked in front of me, I unlocked the car and asked, "Where to first?" 

 She smiled at me excitedly, "I was hoping we could go to the Acropolis Museum first, I bought tickets for us last night,  and then we could-"

"I have it planned from there."  I interrupted her, after our little conversation last night, I pulled some strings, and planned an extravagant evening for her and I. I remember Amal saying that it was really hard to pull Wafa out of a museum once you got her there, so I am assuming this will kill time until, my plan will kick into action. I am going to get her forgiveness before the end of this trip, I am determined to. 

Wafa looked at me suspiciously, "What do you mean you have it planned from there?" 

I gave her a playful smile, "You'll find out soon."  Hopefully, to like it, I ran everything by Api, Ayra, and Malli, and they loved it. "Let's head to the museum first." Putting on my shades,  I begin to drive to the museum smiling at them. how curious and intrigued Wafa looked at me before looking out the window. amazed by the beautiful Greek views. 

This is nothing compared to where I am planning to take you,  let's see what stops you from forgiving me tonight. 

. . .

Waliyah's P.O.V.

"Samar, wahan dekho." (Samar, look over there) I said tugging at his arm amazed by everything in this museum, "Samar, theek se dekho na." (Samar, look over there properly.) Samar had been glued to his phone for the past hour, he was present., and in the moment before, and enjoyed seeing everything but now, he seemed so absent, "Samar."

"What?" He asked irritated, "Wafa, I am just-" He stopped himself mid-sentence, "Just give me a second. I'm right here, you go look around more."

I crossed my arms over my chest, "Samar, if I was going to see everything alone then why did you come along? Come on give me company, there are just a few more things and then we can head out. Please."

Samar sighed tucking his phone into his back pocket, "Fine," I smiled at him, "But only a few more minutes."  

Jumping up and down like a kid I tugged him forward as he chuckled at my childish behavior. It had been a long time since I felt as if I could act like this,  but lately especially today I feel safe enough to let loose a little, and just be carefree. We walked through all the artifacts, and took pictures of a bunch until Samar basically dragged me out of the building.  "Let's go, we are going to be late." He said basically pushing me in the car.  

"Okay," I say as he quickly gets in the car himself, "Hum jaa kahan rahe hain?" (Where are we going?)

Samar smirked at me, "It's a surprise Wafa, just hold on a few more minutes, and will be there." I shook my head amused at how serious he was taking the deal we made last night. I wonder what he has planned that he is so excited for.  

We drove in silence for merely ten minutes until he whipped out a blindfold, "Put this on,"

"I am not putting this on." I say shaking my head,  "I do not even. know where we are so. what is the point of this?"

Samar inhaled sharply before pulling me towards himself, "Samar!" I exclaim shocked by his behavior, "Let-"

"Sh!" He hushed me before tying the blindfold over my eyes,  letting darkness engulf me, "I know you do not trust me Wafa, but just give me five minutes and you'll see why this is needed."

Nodding I kept quiet allowing him to take control of my body, he helped. me out of the car, and gently walked towards the destination he had so meticulously thought of. He had been so patient with me at the museum it surprised me, he hated that stuff.  Amal always said that he had no interest in history or learning about old architecture but he accomidated  for me.  That definitely put points in his favour but this,  I do not know how I am supposed to stay strong against him.  "Okay,"  Samar said quietly, "One, two, three." He let the blindfold fall to my neck softly, as I blinked to clear my vision I gasped in awe,  covering my mouth with my hands. 

"Oh my gosh," I whispered as  I slowly took steps towards the beautiful setup he prepared, "This is. . ." The waves crashed loudly against the shore which was a mere foot away from us. The sun left a gorgeous orange hue in the sky as it began to set. This.  .  .this seemed as if it. was directly a re-creation of my dream date. "Amazing Samar,"

I turned to look at him only to find him already  admiring me, "Thank you." I said softly, "Seriously Samar, this is so beautiful, everything is just so perfect."

I swear I thought Samar's eyes had tears in them, tears of happiness but he quickly avoided my gaze and took my hand helping me sit down on one of the small cushions. "I also have all your favorite foods, for this I needed help from Bhabhi and my trustee side kicks. " He admitted,  "I never gave you the chahcne to let you know me, and I never gave you the time so I could learn stuff about you Wafa. I planned this night so we can get to know one another, even with the limited amount of time we have together, I want to know you." His words felt like heaven as I heard them.  "I know I wasted four perfectly good years in my anger, hatred, and grief. . .I know we only have two months together, but in these two months I want to know you,  more than I could have learned in the time I wasted."

I wanted to beleive him, I truely did but the fear he had instilled in me,  how could I fight with that? I looked. down at our hands and took mine out of his, "I need time," I say truthfully, "Let's take it one day at a time."  This I meant, "Let's start getting to know one another tonight," One step at a time. . . the walls I built were breaking,  and I did not like that one bit. 

Smiling at him, I look at the food, "Should we begin eating?"

Samar nodded obviously disappointed with my answer, "Yeah."  I wanted to apologize but there was nothing I could do,  I needed more from him,  for me to trust his words, because most of the time, it didn't take much for him to turn against me. I poured him food, and myself, and we began eating. . .it was to quiet so I thought to ask him. something super generic, "So, as the first step to getting to know you Mr. Qureshi, please tell me what is your true passion you know other than arcitectural designing."

"Designing isn't my passion." He said firmly taking a bite of his chicken, "Baba just forced me to follow in his steps beccaue Faraz had bluntly said he hated the idea of taking over the buisness."

I didnt know that. "Then what is your passion?"

He hesitated before answering,  "I really want to do art you know, like painting."  It seemed as if he had never said it out loud,  "I have always been the more artistic one in the family, and when I was younger in school,  I participated in art contests which Baba despised. He wanted me to. be more buisness ortientted,  wanted me to see art in buildings instead of. seeing art in my imagination or nature."

"Im sorry,"  I whispered, "I didnt know that, but have you ever tried telling Adeel Baba, I mean I am sure now-"

"It will just end up in a screaming match," Samar cut me off,  "Baba may seem open minded but when it comes to the buisness, everything must be done his way Wafa." That wasn't fair,  or at least I thought it wasnt fair. 

"Mhm," I hum not knowing what to say, I wanted to help but he just indirectly told me to lay off,  "Your turn to ask."

He took a sip of his drink, "What made you fall in love with me?" Silence took over the atmosphere,  I chocked on my piece of naan greedily drinking the milk that was provided for me. I thought he would ask me what my favourite colour was, which I doubted he knew.

  I looked over at him shocked,  "Excsue me?" I was giving him a chance to change his question but it seemed as if he didn't get the signal. 

"What made you fall in love with me?"  He repeated,  

Way to put a damper on this beautiful evening, "None of your buisness Samar."  I say firmly not wanting to entertain him any furhur I turn back to my food,  "Ask something else."

"No," Samar said adamantly, "I asked you my question,  that is what I want you to answer."

"Well. then I already gave you an answer, and that was mind your own fucking buisness." I felt anxiousness begin to fill my body, my hands began to shake as an sign of my anxiety.  Great, dropping my peice of naan, I glared at him and began to stand up. 

"Where are you going?"  Samar asked standing up as well,  

"Away. from you." I answer firmly, "I was stupid to think that I could have a civil meal with you. Serisouly Samar, stay in your fucking limits with me." I did not want to talk about the past, and I thought that I made it clear to him but I guess not. I turn to walk away but he grabs my arm tightly spinning me into his chest locking me against his body as his arms came to wrap around my waist. "Samar."  I say angerily, "Let me go!"

Samar's grip got tighter around my body, "Samar!" I fought against him as much as I could before I felt tears trailing down my cheeks, "Let go!"  He pulled me against him closer if possible,  and completely bear-hugged me so I had no escape from him.  "Samar,"  I cried letting sobs escape my mouth. It had been a really long time since I had cried since I had allowed myself to cry for him.  

"I'm sorry"  He comfroted me, gently running his fingers through my hair,  "Let it out," He had never comforted me in the past. so feeling his warmth, feeling his saftey around my body felt good. "I am sorry,"

He kept repeating those words as I cried my heart out, something I hadnt done since our divorce. I didn't want to tell him why I feel in love with him because he had thought I had fallen out of love with him in the six months we were apart, but the reality was furthur than he could imagine.  

. . .

"Go get changed," Samar said to me softly as we came back home, "I'll warm up so milk for us." I nodded almost robotically and walked into my room locking the door behind me. I took one look at myself in the mirror, and began to pity myself,  I cannot ebeleive I broke down infront of him like that after I had promised myself I would never cry for him again. 

But that question. . .

"What made you fall in love with me?"

It haunted me until this day, because I truely didn't know what made me fall in love with him, I just did. I just fell in love with him, truely, madly and deeply. . .way to deeply to the point where when he has ruthlessly broke my heart,  it tore my whole world apart.  

Wiping my  tears as they began to stream down my cheeks again, I tugged at my dresses zipper,  but it seeed as if it was stuck. 

This cannot be happening right now.  Peeking my  head through the door I call out for Samar, who quickly comes to my door.  "What?"

Embrassed I point to my back, "My zipper,"  I mumble, "Could you please help me?"

Samar nodded as  I slowly turn around opening the door for him so he can see the zipper clearly.  Samar tugged at the zipper, but it wouldnt move. "Don't ripe it," I say quickly, "Its brand new."

"Yeah, just give me a second." He replied,  tugging at it again, he seemed to get it down a few centimeters,  "Theres cloth stuck in it," Samar leaned down suprisingly,  "Don't move," He demanded as I jumped alittle. He leaned closer I felt his breath fann against my exposed skin, using his teeth he pulled out the material and pull the zipper down. His fingers skimmed my  skin, sending shivers down my skin. Samar moved  the material  of my dress to the side alittle, exposing my back to him more. "You have a tattoo?" He questioned me.  

He snapped me out of my trance as I quickly turn around to face him tugging my dress up so it wouldnt fall infront of him. "Yeah, got one a few months ago."  Right after our divroce, to bring some change in our lives. 

"I guess we both  got something done to our bodies." He said trying to lighten his atmosphere. 

"What?"  I say confused

"I cannot beleive you havent noticed." He chuckled  sticking his tongue out.  There was a clear tongue piercing staring right at me.  "I got it  done, soon after our divroce application."

"Right,"  I cleared my throat, "Im going to change," I say  quickly, "Thank you for helping me." 

Shutting the door quickly I let my dress pool on the ground around my feet. Changing quickly, I  stare at myself at the mirror in the bathroom, and say, "You are strong Wafa, and will continue to stay strong."

Just shake off everything you are feeling Wafa, just shake  it off.