Assalamu alikum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuhu.

My apologies for making you guys wait till this long. But trust me when I say that am busy.

We've lost our loved ones from our family. May Allah bless him and make his hereafter ease for him. My great grand father. My Ammi's grand pa.

Please pray for each and every one who are down there under seven feet. Who didn't have any one to pray for them.

And am not feeling well, so am unable to write.

So kindly, bare with me. And I won't torture you with my sad stories.

Here you go, you're update.

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10th August, 2017.

Prophet Muhammed( Sallelahu A'alayhi wa sallam) said : "Fear Allah in respect of women." And ; "The best of you are they who behave best to thier wives."

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When the prophet ( Sallelahu A'alayhi wa sallam) was asked : which women was best, he replied : "The one who pleases her husband when he looks at her, obey him when he gives a command, and do not go against his wishes regarding his person or property doing anything of which he disapproves."

[Reported by At- Tirmidhi, An- Nassa'i, and Al- Bayhaql.]

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CHAPTER 14 -
Flowers And A Sorry.

Sun was blaring at its peak after a long heavy rain, Aasiya woke up to the feeling of warmth coming from the sun. She turned to her left side to witness a soundly sleeping Zaryaan. Her lips twitched into a bright smile, soon it turned into shy smile as her eye lids lifted down as her eye lashes kissing her cheeks which are red now, for she reminiscent his behaviour from the last night.

Its been just three days after their Nikkah, but she was very much attached to him. His caring nature, his calming words, the way he handled her during her break down. It mark so deep in her heart.

She didn't thought that after what happened last time, she can ever be able to get freely talk to anyone, let alone attached to him this much.

She was still staring at him while noticing his facial features. He had thick long eye lashes, perfectly trimmed beard with sharp jawline, his chocolate brown pool which had never ending warmth in them, his raven black hair which was messed little and shining brightly under sun light. He was completely a handsome man with pure heart and pure soul.

'How did I get so lucky. To have such a kind man as my soulmate.'

"Are you going to just stare at me all the day. I didn't mind though." Zaryaan spoke in hoarse voice with a smug smile.

Aasiya's came out of her trance and her eyes widened in shock. Soon she realised that she got caught, while staring at her husband. She turned red due to embarrassment. She hastily got up from the bed and make beeline towards bathroom.

She can clearly heard Zaryaan's throaty laugh. "Allah!! You look so cute, when you blush." He laughed. She placed hand on her heart andtried to calm down.

She took a quick shower and changed into a orange colour floor length anarkali top matched with a same colour bottom. She put her hair into a loose messy bun and covered it with scarf. She came out of her restroom. She asked him to take a shower, meanwhile she placed a black colour button down shirt matched it with a black trouser.

After checking one more time, She went downstairs for breakfast as Zaryaan went to take a shower.

"Assalamu alikum everyone." Aasiya greeted as she entered kitchen. They greeted her back, as they were making breakfast.

"Siya, I heard that Zaryaan came last night. Hafsa was telling me before you came." Mrs. Siddiqui asked Aasiya.

"Ji Ammi. He came to deliver my mobile phone which I forgot to bring." Aasiya said while glaring at Hafsa who was giving her mischievous looks.

"Ohhoo..!! You should be more attentive siya. You are not single anymore. You have responsibilities to handle. How can you not remember such a small thing..." Mrs. Siddiqui started her rambling where as Aasiya hung her head low trying to hide her glossy eyes.

"Badi Ammi, please cut some slack. Chill out. Its just an excuse of Ryan jiju. So that he could be here with Siya." Hafsa reasoned out. As she went towards her cousin and gave her a side hug and rubbed her arm to give her relief.

"Is that so?" Mrs. Siddiqui asked Hafsa. To which she nodded in affirmative. Aasiya's mother felt guilty for speaking before knowing the whole issue.

"Ohhoo.., am really sorry darling. I didn't mean to hurt you." Mrs. Siddiqui apologised as she hugged her daughter, patting her back and kissed her head. "Please forgive your Ammi honey. I...I really didn't know... its.. just." She sighed.

"Ammiii." Aasiya dragged and hugged her mother. "Its okay, relax. I didn't mind it. I know you were just concerned about me. Please Ammi don't apologise." Aasiya said as her mother wiped Aasiya's alone tear which was about to fell down her eyes.

It was like this from past one year. After that ill fated day, Mrs. Siddiqui was so concern about her only daughter. She didn't want anyone to put a finger on her daughter. She was getting insecure for little things and loosing her temper for small matters. In that insecurity of hers, she was unintentionally hurting her only daughter with her words.

"Am really.." Mrs. Siddiqui was cut off by her daughter.

"Ammi. Enough. Now come on everyone must be waiting for breakfast." She dragged her mother as Mrs. Siddiqui gave a guilty smile.

After a while, Asif came down stairs fully dressed and greeted.
"Assalamu alikum girls." Asif said while giving a peck to little Arzoo on her cheek. In return, she kissed him back and greeted him.

"Hmm.. smells really good. What's in there?" Asif sniffed the aroma of paratha's with suji kheer, stretching his hand trying to reach the dish.

Arzoo smack his hand to her doll and swated away. "Its for breakfast mamu. Wait till everyone comes."

"Oww.. Zoo you were behaving like that Khala of yours." She again tried to smack him but stopped when he started to tickle her.

"Haa..hhaa.. ma..maamuuu... Please st..tttoopp.."

"Say sorry mamu." Asif said still tickling her.

"Ookk..aayy... sooryyy.. pplease." Asif stopped and wiped her eyes with his finger.

"Shoot.!! I forgot it." Asif mumbled placing hand on his forehead.

"Siya, Ryan jiju is calling you. Please yaar go fast it's been fifteen minutes he told me to call you." Asif said rubbing back of his neck.

"Asiff." Aasiya shook her head at his forgetfulness.

"Now go." He said pushing her imaginary with his hands.

Aasiya wiped her hands with towel and make her way towards stairs.

'I kept everything on the front, what else must he want.' She wondered and reached her room.

She entered her room, she roamed her eyes around the room. The dress, his wallet, watch, everything was missing from the bed and she checked the rest room by knocking the door. But she didn't get any response. She thought he must be in bathroom, as she tried to knock the door flung open and her hand landed on Zaryaan's forehead.

"Oowww." Zaryaan hissed in pain and Aasiya quickly moved back. He rubbed his forehead.

"Am so sorry, I was just about to knock and you suddenly opened the door. I didn't heard any sound of running water, I also checked rest room but you wasn't there also..." Aasiya rambled whatever came to her mind. She was panicked that she hit him.

"Shhoo.. its okay." Zaryaan placed his hands on her arms and tried to calm her.

"Are you hurt? Wait I'll get something to treat it." Aasiya said and tried to get up, but Zaryaan stopped her by making her sit on the edge of the bed.

"Am not hurt." Zaryaan said.
"Do you really think that a feather like pat on my forehead will make a bump. With those soft hands of yours." Zaryaan said with soft smile, taking her hands in his and placed them under his chin.

Aasiya gave a shy smile and tried to get her hands out of his hold, but he hold them firmly. He placed his other free hand under her chin, make her to look in his eyes.

"Am sorry." Zaryaan said with so much emotions. She gave a quizzical look to her husband.

"Why are you sa.."

"I heard what happened down there." Zaryaan said while looking down. "If I didn't hide your mobile and didn't come late night. All this wouldn't have happened."

"Wait!what? You hide my mobile." She asked him wide eyed. Zaryaan rubbed back of his neck nervously.

"I can't believe this." Aasiya got up from the bed and moved away walking towards the door, but Zaryaan stopped her by holding her hand.

"Siya, Breakfast is ready and everyone is waiting for you." Fatima knocked on thier door.

"Coming." Aasiya said and moved out of his hold and opened the door. She went away with Fatima with one last glance towards her husband.

'Oh no, what did I have to loose my control in front of her.' Zaryaan thought while running a hand through his hair.

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Zaryaan came to breakfast table and sat beside Khalid, they all greeted each other.

All the girls came sat on opposite side of the table. Sanam and Aasiya came with juice jar and salad plate.

They started to serve them, everyone was enjoying the breakfast, while Zaryaan finding really hard to swallow even a single morsel down his throat.

He tried very much to gain her attention by asking something or the other which was across the table and near to her side.

But she just asked Asif to pass it because her hands were busy while holding Arzoo in her lap and feeding her.

His shoulders slumped in defeat, he just focused on his paratha's and tried to finish them.

On other hand, across the table Aasiya was feeling low that he wasn't enjoying his food.

She felt like he didn't like the food, but little did she know that he was freaking out from inside because of her expression less face from earlier after that little discovery.

After breakfast, Zaryaan tried to reach her so that he could explain, but he didn't get a chance. He got a call from his office about something important issue and he had to left the place in a hurry.
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Aasiya was sitting in thier living room, changing channels randomly. Everyone went to thier respective works and girls went to thier college. And her mother had to visit her friend, so now Aasiya left home alone.

After sometime, she heard the ringing of door bell. She got up from her place lazily and went to answer the door. There was a delivery boy holding bouquet of red rise and tulips.

She gave a confused look towards the delivery boy.

"Ma'am I came to deliver these flowers to person named Mrs. Aasiya Khan." He said and handed her the flowers.

"That's me."

"But who sent them?" She asked him.

"I don't know ma'am. Am just told to deliver these to at this address and person named Aasiya." He said.

"Thank you." She thanked him. And closed the front door and walked back with a confused look.

She smelled the beautiful aroma of fresh flowers. They are precisely arranged roses in middle with a bunch and tulips on edges water drops enhancing its beauty even more.

She was not a fan of flowers but she surely appreciate Allah's creation. She checked for any named but didn't found any.

She removed the flowers from the bouquet so that place them in vase. A note fell down from the discarded cover.

She picked it up carefully and turned to look at the note. She opened it to reveal a small message.

Dear Mrs. Khan,

"I confess and I admit that what I did was not a right way, but I don't regret what I did. Because of that I get to have a sweet memory with you. As long as you are beside me, those are the best days of my life. But please don't be mad at me. I can't be cool when I know that out there you were not feeling good.

Please, Mrs. Khan forgive your Mr. Khan."

Yours,
Mr. Khan.

A small smile broke on her face, after reading his sweet apology.

She called him to tell that she was not mad or upset with him, rather she found it cute. She waited for sometime but his mobile was ringing but he was not picking it up.

She tried for two more times, but no response.

"He must be in some meeting." She muttered and thought to leave a message.

She started to type a message.

'The flowers are exquisite. Thanks for them.' ~ A

She pushed the send button and placed the card in her closet drawer.

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Zaryaan came out the board meeting feeling completely exhausted. He slumped on his chair in his office. He pressed intercom and ordered his secretary to bring a strong coffee.
After few minutes, there's a knock on his office door.

"Come in." He tried to sound hard but he was so tired and his voice reflected it.

"You coffee sir." His secretary came with a tray in his hands and placed it on the table.

"You should have sent it with peon. Anyways, thanks man." He said with a tired smile.

"You look so tired. Didn't get enough rest or something bothering you." His secretary cum friend wasim asked while examining his face.

"Wait, looking at your face. You didn't look like a sleep deprived person. But some things bothering you what's the matter bro." He asked him with a concern look.

"Nothing, its just I did something which caused someone to be mad at me." He said while sipping his coffee. The hot steamy coffee did its work when he gulped down his throat.

'Aahh. caffeine definitely help me to calm my nerves.' He thought with close eyes.

"Okay, I'll take that as you messed up with Bhabhi. Right?." To which Zaryaan nodded his head in affirmative.

"Did she say or speak anything." Wasim asked. He shook his head.

"No. That's the problem. She won't say anything. Even if she was hurting from inside." He said helplessly, feeling really guilty for making her mother to scold her.

Its unintentional but somehow, his childish act make her to suffer. She was still like a china glass. She was too fragile to handle. She must be handled with care.

"Hmm., did you tried to speak to her or apologise to her." Wasim asked he shook for this one too.

"Yaar, shaking head won't help it." Wasim said while thinking.

"Idea, sent her a beautiful flower bouquet with an apology card written with your own hands not some ready made." Wasim suggested him.

Zaryaan instantly sat up on his chair from leaning position with a quirk smile.

"That's actually good idea." He said. He swiftly made few calls and ordered and instructed them the flower arrangement. Red roses in middle and tulips on the edges with small water droplets decorating them. He wrote an apology card and ordered to deliver it.

After that he got another meeting to attend so he left for that. While checking his mobile for any calls or messages from her. He kept it on vibration so that he would know when a call or message drop from her. And went away with his meeting.

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Assalamu alikum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuhu lovelies..

How are you all doing? Am not well enough but feeling better than before Allahmdullilah.

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