Dawn broke gently over the charming city of Islamabad, casting a soft glow over the Margalla Hills, which looked more enchanted than ever. It was the 29th day of Ramadan, and the air was filled with a serene tranquility. I knelt in my room, praying my Fajr salah, while the men of the house had gone to the mosque. It had been a month and two weeks since my wedding, a whirlwind of events that felt both like a fleeting moment and a lifetime. My bond with Zarar, my husband, had grown stronger with each passing day. He was truly a remarkable life partner, supportive, caring, and deeply understanding.

As I finished my prayers, I began reciting Surat Ar-Rahman. This Surah, like all others, brought me immense peace. The rhythmic flow of the verses, the profound meanings behind each word, enveloped me in a cocoon of spiritual calm. Once I was done, I decided to step out onto the balcony to breathe in the fresh morning air.

The view from the balcony was nothing short of spectacular. The sun was slowly rising, its rays painting the sky with vibrant hues of orange, pink, and gold. I was completely absorbed in the beauty of the moment, watching as the world woke up around me. Birds chirped softly, and the cool breeze carried the faint scent of blooming flowers.

Lost in the splendor of the sunrise, I didn't notice Zarar approaching. His presence, however, was unmistakable when he back-hugged me, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"Assalamualaikum, Laila!" he whispered into my ear, his voice a gentle reminder of the reality I was so happily part of.

"Waalaikumsalam, Zarar," I responded, a smile spreading across my face. His touch was warm and comforting, a perfect contrast to the cool morning air. We stood there for a few moments, wrapped in each other's embrace, sharing the silent beauty of the dawn.

"I can't believe how beautiful this place is," I said softly, still gazing at the horizon.

"Not as beautiful as you," Zarar replied, making me blush. His words, simple yet heartfelt, had a way of making me feel cherished and adored.

"Meri tarif mein itna khush kyu hoti hai, Laila?" he teased gently.

"Shut up, Zar Khan," I said, turning pink and trying to hide my face. His teasing was a mix of affection and mischief that always made my heart flutter.

Life had been a whirlwind since our wedding. Adjusting to my new home, understanding the dynamics of a new family, and nurturing my relationship with Zarar—all of it had been challenging but deeply rewarding. Zarar's presence made everything easier. He was patient and kind, always there to support me whenever I felt overwhelmed.

"Waise apka yeh Surah recitation ka routine mujhe bohot pasand hai," Zarar said, his voice calm and sincere.

"Mujhe bhi, yeh mujhe sukoon deta hai," I replied, feeling a deep connection with him in that moment. The spiritual bond we shared was one of the many beautiful aspects of our relationship.

As the sun continued to rise, casting a warm glow over everything, I felt a deep sense of contentment. This life, with all its challenges and blessings, was exactly where I wanted to be. With Zarar by my side and faith guiding our journey, I knew we could face anything that came our way.

We stood on the balcony a little longer, soaking in the morning light and the beauty of the city we called home. The world was waking up, and so were we, ready to embrace another day of Ramadan, another day of our life together. The journey ahead was unknown, but with love and faith, it promised to be extraordinary.

"Zarar!"

"Ji meri Laila!"

"Eid kab hai!?"

"Kyu ap ko mujh se Eidi lene ka besabri se intezar hai Kya?" Zarar replied with a glint of mischievousness in his dark eyes

I playfully slapped his arm

"Mai iss wajah se puch rahi ho kyu ke Maine Eid ke kapre bi nahi liye!" I said normally but Zarar's eyes were wide like soccer balls

"Kya??" I asked frowning

" Are you For real Laila! Matlab Ke agr kal Eid hui to apke dress nahi hai! Kaha hoti hai ap ajkal" Zarar said calmly taking my hands in his's

"Yaar tum to jante ho ke job tough hai meri!" I said pouting

Yeah A lot changed in me or I did better say Zarar changed me

"Acha theek hai aj sham mai apko mall lekar jaoga okay!" He said cupping my cheeks

I couldn't help but smile heartily at him.

"In the embrace of love and faith, every sunrise holds the promise of a beautiful journey together."

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The sun had settled down, casting its vibrant colors across the horizon as dusk painted the sky. It had been a month since our wedding, yet each passing day only deepened my love for my wife, my Lail, my Laila. The endearing nickname rolled off my tongue effortlessly, a testament to the special bond we shared.

After breaking our fast, we headed to the mall. Eid was just around the corner, and Lail hadn't bought anything for the occasion yet. I found immense joy in teasing her, playfully poking fun at her indecisiveness when it came to shopping.

As I drove, Lail's laughter filled the car, a melody that warmed my heart. Her happiness was infectious, and I couldn't help but smile as I glanced at her from time to time. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, anticipating the shopping spree ahead.

We arrived at the mall, and Lail wasted no time in diving into the sea of shops.

"Zarar! Mai shopping karte huye bohut confuse hojati hoon!" she exclaimed, a hint of frustration in her voice.

I chuckled and replied,

"Yeh confusion hi toh hai jo shopping ko mazedaar banata hai, Aap. Chalo, chalte hain aur aapko kuch zabardast dhoondh ke dikhate hain."

Making our way through racks of clothing, I spotted a beautifully embroidered Sacramento dress that I knew would look stunning on her.

"Laila, yeh dekho," I called, holding up the dress for her to see.

"OMA! Zarar, yeh toh bohut khoobsurat hai!she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with delight as she examined the intricate details of the dress.

"Itna khoobsurat nahi jitni Aap ho," I remarked, unable to resist teasing her. The way her cheeks flushed with a blush never failed to captivate me.
"Lekin ye dress heavy nahi hoga!?" Lail asked

"Yaar itna pyara hai, meri taraf se hi accept karle!" I said and she nodded

After purchasing the dresses, Lail expressed her desire to visit a local bazaar to buy some bangles. Always eager to fulfill her wishes, we made our way to the bustling market. The sights, sounds, and smells of the bazaar added to the festive atmosphere, enhancing our Eid preparations.

Lail's eyes gleamed with excitement as she browsed through the vibrant array of bangles, each one more captivating than the last.
"Zarar, dekho yeh kitne khoobsurat hain! Kya khayal hai?" she exclaimed, holding up a set of intricately designed bangles.

"They are, just like you," I replied with a mischievous grin, enjoying her enthusiasm. However, I couldn't resist teasing her a bit more.

"Laila, tumhara excitement dekh kar lagta hai yeh bangles nahi, mujhe le aane chahiye. Shayad tumhein mujhse zyada pyaar ho gaya hai in bangles se."

"Tum bhi na, Zarar!" she retorted, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink as she playfully scolded me. The banter between us was a dance of affection and laughter, a rhythm that defined our relationship.

As we continued exploring the bazaar, Lail's eyes fell upon a traditional jhumka set, intricately designed with pearls and emeralds.

"Zarar, yeh jhumka set dekho, kitna shandaar hai!" she exclaimed, holding it up for me to see.

"Bilkul, Aapke liye yeh bohot suit karega," I said, admiring the elegance of the jhumkas.

"Laila, jab Aap in jhumkas mein hongi, toh woh aur bhi khoobsurat lagengi."

Lail smiled, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. "Shukriya, Zarar. Tum har waqt itna khayal rakhte ho." She said pinching my cheeks

"Yeh toh mera farz hai, Laila," I replied, a warm feeling of contentment washing over me. Moments like these, filled with love and laughter, were the essence of our relationship.

As the evening wore on, we returned home, our bags filled with Eid essentials and hearts brimming with happiness. The anticipation of celebrating Eid together as husband and wife added an extra layer of excitement to the air.

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Later that Night:

After coming back home, I went to Rohan's House to meet him and DJ. DJ even started jumping with happiness and I spent great time with them. I know that Lail might be mad at me because I left without telling her because she was so engrossed in the Eid preparation with my Ammi and others so I thought not to disturb her.

Right now, I arrived at my house and I am heading towards my bedroom as Mimi told me that Lail is upstairs.

I opened the door and went inside. I saw Lail standing in the balcony *Lost In her thoughts as usual*. I smiled because I knew she is angry with me.

I took calculated steps towards her and stood right behind her but Nah my Laila was in a very deep thought so she didn't notice.

I encircled my arms around her from back and put my chin on her shoulder like always. Soon she realized my presence but didn't say anything. Obviously this was the sign that she is not gonna talk with me

"I am Sorry!" I husked in her ear but she ignored me

"Laila! Yaar please na! Maine sorry bi to kiya hai!" I said standing in front of her but what I saw made me shocked

Lail's face was drained with tears, I hugged her tightly not knowing what happened but she is my wife so how can I be in peace when she is crying.

"Lail Kya howa hai!" I asked breaking the hug and cupping her cheeks but she didn't answer and continued sobbing

"Lail!" I said again worriedly

"Kuch nahi howa!" Lail said looking away

"Lail! Kuch to howa hai!" I said turning her towards me

"Kuch nahi howa Zarar bas aese hi ro rahi thi!" She said smiling but sadness was visible on her face

"Are You Sure?" I asked

"Yeah I am Sure!" She said and then started asking me about Rohan and DJ
Ah! My wife is an expert topic changer

"Ap ne mehndi lagayi hai!" I asked taking her hand in mine but there was no mehndi on it

"Nahi!"

I sighed and went outside leaving her confused but came after a moment with a henna cone in my hand

I made her sat on the couch and kept her hands on the cushion, testing the cone on tissue paper

"Tumhe Mehndi Lagani Aati hai!?" Lail asked

"Ji! Bachpan Mei DJ ko lagata tha!" I said smiling and she nodded

I started applying henna on her hand being focused, all the time I could feel her gazing at me while being lost in her thoughts but I didn't look up. I also wrote my name on her hand with henna, knowing that she didn't notice it

"Done!" I said keeping the cone on the table

"Huh!?" Lail said confusingly,
I couldn't help but Chuckle

"Wo Maine mehndi lagali hai!" I said looking into her eyes

"Hmm... thank you!" Saying that she got up and went inside

This time, I was left Confused but I just shrugged my shoulders and took my phone out of my pocket

I was scrolling down on my phone when I saw a message from the Headquarters so I opened the message. After reading the message, I got to know that why was Lail crying so I just let out a heavy sigh and stood up, strolling towards the bedroom.

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The Next Day:

Today is Eid Ul Fitr,. Currently, We all men came back to our house after praying the Eid prayer. The aroma of sweets was spread all across the house.

I hugged my Ammi, and wished her Eid. I also did the same with DJ as She arrived right now.

After wishing everyone Eid, my eyes were desperately searching for My Laila who was nowhere to be seen. I was looking around when Mimi came towards me

"Zar Bhai! Ap jese dhoond rahe hai! Mai uska pata bata sakti ho lekin aik shart hai meri!" Mimi said giggling and I raised my eyebrows as if asking what is it?

"Eidi de!" She said and I gave her 5 thousand rupees

"Waise ye to Meri aukat se bi zyada hai lekin Khair Bhabhi upar apne room mei hai Abi Abi gayi hai!" Listening to her, I accelerated upstairs

For me my Eid will be complete when I see my gorgeous Wife

I slowly opened the door and went inside, only to be welcomed with my breathtaking Laila. Her back was facing me so she didn't realize that I came inside.

And Like always I back Hugged her, keeping my chin on her shoulder

"Eid Mubarak meri Laila!" I husked in her ear and he turned around keeping her hands on hips

"Meri Eidi!? Mr. Husband!" She said spreading her head in front of me

I smiled and gave my wallet to her. She chuckled playfully slapping my arm and keeping the wallet on the dressing table

I embraced her tightly

"Lail!" I called out breaking the hug

"Hmm!"

"Ap ne aj kuch to banaya hoga waise!?" I asked looking in her eyes

"Ji! Maine apke Favourite Gulab Jamun banaye hai!"

[Le Author: Behn Ji thora sa mujhe bi Dede! 🙃]

"Wah meri biwi to Bari samajhdar hai!" Saying that we burst into fits of laughter

I intertwined our fingers and headed downstairs.

"LIFE IS FULL OF UNPREDICTABLE EXPERIENCES"

So Hey! Eid Mubarak Everyone. Yesterday when Zarar went I was a bit mad at him but then I just agreed.
Later on, I opened my phone to see any updates from the headquarters and what I saw actually made me sad.

Well, when Zarar was applying henna on my hands. I was staring at him like a creep

Wallahi I don't know why I was doing that
But he is My husband Habibi
And You all better stop dreaming bout my HUSBAND!
Okay Stop being delulu

By the way He thinks I didn't notice him writing his name on my hand but I did

Wallahi Whenever he back Hugs me, butterflies erupt in my belly

Eid is a joyous function and I enjoy it a lot. The dress which Zarar bought for me, I wore it happily and NGL but I looked Stunning in it, although it was heavy to carry yet I love it.

Taking Eidi from Zarar was the best part but he handed me his Whole wallet. Later on he gave me a check because I gave his wallet back.

Zarar intertwined his fingers with mine as we strolled downstairs. I was incredibly excited for Eid Ul Fitr because I had made Zarar's favorite sweet, Gulab Jamun. As we reached the living room, I greeted everyone with a cheerful "Eid Mubarak!" The festive atmosphere was contagious.

I started chatting with Khadijah, or DJ as we affectionately called her. Ah! I am so happy she became my sister-in-law, and I became hers. After a few moments, it was time to eat. My anticipation was high as Zarar tried the Gulab Jamun. Fortunately, he loved it. Okay, so I knew that anything I make is gonna be good. Self-obsessed.

We all chatted, and soon Zarar's cousins arrived at the Khan Villa. Being Pathans, our gatherings were always filled with warmth and laughter. We played games like Ludo and more, each moment filled with lively banter and competitive spirit. I feel truly blessed to have a husband like Zarar. Noorie, and Huzaifa, made snacks for us. This joyful event was truly enjoyable.

Later in the evening, we gathered in the living room for a game of Truth or Dare.

"Alright, Laila," Zarar grinned mischievously, looking directly at me. "Truth or Dare?"

I rolled my eyes at his playful demeanor. "Dare."

Zarar chuckled. "I dare you to imitate Bi Jaan's accent while talking to her."

I laughed, knowing Bi Jaan's unique way of speaking Urdu with a hint of Pashto. "Challenge accepted," I said, getting up and mimicking her accent, which brought a round of laughter from everyone.

Khadijah took her turn and asked Huzaifa a truth question. Then it was my turn again.

"Huzaifa, Truth or Dare?" I asked, looking at him

"Dare," he replied confidently.

"I dare you to sing your favorite romantic song to Noorie," I said with a mischievous grin.

Huzaifa blushed but stood up, clearing his throat before serenading Noorie, who giggled uncontrollably, thoroughly enjoying his heartfelt rendition.

Next, it was Zain's turn. "Zar Bhai, Truth or Dare?"

Zarar grinned. "Dare."

"I dare you to dance to the latest Bollywood song with Lail," Zain said, raising an eyebrow mischievously.

Zarar pretended to ponder seriously before pulling me into his arms and dancing comically, earning laughter and applause from everyone. Okay so My face had turned red by blushing

The game continued with more dares and truths being exchanged. Khadijah dared Noorie to perform a magic trick using household items, which amazed us all. Huzaifa was dared to do his best impersonation of Zarar's commanding officer, which had everyone in stitches.

When it was my turn again, I turned to Zarar with a mischievous glint in my eye. "Zarar, Truth or Dare?"

He grinned, anticipating the challenge. "Dare."

"I dare you to sing 'Baarishein' by Anuv Jain for me," I said, leaning back with a teasing smile.

Zarar chuckled and nodded, picking up his guitar from the corner of the room

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{Listen To This Song}

He strummed a few chords, his voice as mesmerizing and soothing as ever, filling the room with the soulful lyrics of the song

Haule se, dheeme se
Mujhko baahon mein bhar lo na tum
Narm si sanson mai
Mujhko aahon mai bhar lo na tum

His eyes locked with mine as he sang, adding playful expressions that made everyone