Epilogue 1- The Beginning of Forever: A World Tour

Haris POV -

Birmingham,

Khan Architects,

Inside the cabin of Haris Aziz Khan, he sat on the CEO chair reviewing blueprints and layouts, files spread across his desk. A knock at the door interrupted his focus.

Mark Evans came inside the cabin, appeared near the desk and said, "Sir, a new client has been assigned. New interior designer Hayam Faroqi has been appointed. Also, our Switzerland, Scotland, and Dubai project meetings are upcoming."

During the week's review, Mark said, "There is a busier schedule ahead. Also, your next month's Umrah flight is confirmed. Your jet is also ready if you want, sir."

Haris gave him a suspicious look and said, "Listen to me, look at the clock. It is midnight, 12am. You know I cannot work till midnight. If I do, I will get banned from Jaan House or receive a silent treatment from Jaan."

Mark Evans smiled, grinning at Haris and said, "A little friend tone, sir. I do not know such things because I am not married, nor have I ever fallen in love with anyone before."

"Oh really? You truly do not love anyone or like anyone, am I right, Mr. Jibreel Khan?" Haris asked Mark Evans.

He looked at him shocked. He murmured under his breath, "Sir... sir."

Haris smiled at him cleverly and said, "You forget who I am. Haris Aziz Khan, your boss, CEO, architect. But your friend. You humans did not share your sorrows with me. I am very disappointed in you. I know your past and everything, but it did not bother me at all."

"Best wishes and prayers with that. Inshallah you will find love again, and I pray may Allah (SWT) grant you a pious woman and good people around you."

"Ameen," Mark murmured silently.

"Thank you for the good wishes and dua, Mark. But I have not ever thought again about falling in love. My trust has been broken now."

"Let it be, sir," Mark said.

"It is already 1am. Ma'am is waiting for you. You should have arranged chocolates and flowers for her as an apology," Mark said, trying to change the topic.

Haris shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. "Listen, please give life a chance, Mark. How will you spend your entire life like this? Look at me. I was also afraid of marriage and love, but I fell harder."

"I think you are saying no this much, Mark," Jibreel Khan said. "You will fall first and fall harder."

Mark said, "No. I am saying I will not, with one hundred percent certainty, I will not. I hereby make this email promise. I, Mark Evans, promise I will never fall in love in this life. If I do, as punishment I will leave Khan Architects and be assigned as the Jaan House watchman."

Then Haris glanced at his wrist watch. It was showing 1:45am already. He said to himself quietly, you need to leave now.

Haris said to Mark, "I am leaving now. We will continue tomorrow."

He stepped out from the office and started his Range Rover engine. He drove towards Jaan House but stopped along the way, turning his car towards the florist. He purchased her white lilies and then stopped at the chocolate shop to buy her favourite Ferrero Rocher boxes.

He parked his Range Rover on the porch and went inside Jaan House. When he stepped into the living room he saw his Jaan sleeping on the sofa. He placed the chocolates and flowers on the centre table and knelt in front of her, admiring her sleeping figure.

She was wearing a floral print yellow cord set, her glasses lying on the centre table. Her calligraphy work, phone, and journal were spread all over, as though she had gotten bored waiting and drifted off to sleep remembering him.

Haris thought, how lucky am I? What good deeds did I do in this life to deserve this woman? She is the answer to my duas and my everything.

He gently pulled a strand of hair back behind her ear, bent down to her ear level, and placed a soft kiss just above her earlobe.

"Jaan, wake up. Your Haris is here," he whispered.

He did not wait another second. He slid his arms around her and settled her into his lap as she curled into him on the sofa.

Hazel stirred and said, "Haris, please no. I am not in the mood to talk. I am angry with you," and turned to the other side.

Haris let out a soft chuckle at her cute behaviour and said, "Jaan, listen. Your Haris has had a very long day. Clients, meetings, and upcoming projects. It has been very hectic, I swear."

He gently turned her chin towards him and saw her tear-filled eyes shining in the soft light.

"Oh, my poor heart. Jaan, please do not cry like this. I am sorry. I promise next time I will message you when I am running late."

Hazel cut him off. "Mr. Aziz," she said firmly.

Haris's heart skipped a beat at that tone. She called him Mr. Aziz and not Haris.

He did not wait another minute. He pulled her into a hug. "I am sorry. I am really very sorry. Please do not call me Mr. Aziz. Please do not do that to me."

Then Hazel pulled back slightly. "I know you are busy. But I miss you so much, Haris." Then she hugged him tighter.

"Wait, I brought your favourite chocolates and flowers. Look," Haris said.

Hazel glanced over and then hugged him again even closer, saying, "I do not want them."

Haris smiled at her reaction. "Wait, I will feed them to you with my own hands, my pretty baby."

Hazel then pulled out the chocolate box, took a Ferrero Rocher, and unwrapped it. Holding the chocolate in his hand he said, "Look, it is melting. Eat fast."

Hazel took a bite of half and said, "You eat too, Haris."

He shook his head. "I am happy just feeding you." He looked at her face, his gaze fixed on her lips, smudged with chocolate. He placed his lips on hers in a soft kiss, gently holding her neck, and said, "Now that is my energy dose. You are my favourite chocolate, you know."

Their foreheads rested against each other, their breath mingling.

Hazel said softly, "Haris, you become more shameless every day."

Haris smiled and said, "Call it chocolate romance, Jaan."

After a quiet moment they simply stayed holding each other.

Haris stroked her hair and said, "Jaan, did you eat dinner?"

Hazel asked him back, "Did you?"

They both stared at each other and said together, "No."

"Why would I when you are not here," Hazel said softly.

"Why did you not eat, Hazel? How many times have I told you to eat on time? You never listen."

"You listen to me first. I also keep telling you to eat something between your work, but you never do. So why would I?"

Then she broke the hug and tried to get up from his lap.

"Not possible," he said softly. "This lap is yours for life, Jaan. Okay, listen to me. No arguments. I am going to make fresh rotis for you."

Haris went to freshen up in the room, thinking to himself, I knew she would do this. She is surely still a little angry, but she only ever listens when she wants to.

After a moment he came to the kitchen and saw his wife working at the kitchen counter. She had finished the rotis and was now heating up the paneer curry and setting the dining table, dishing out everything, having done all this before he even arrived. She had not noticed him come in.

Then Haris pulled her closer and placed her gently on the kitchen counter. She gasped.

"Haris, what are you-"

Haris placed a finger on her lips. "Stay silent. Jab itna sab already tha, toh khaya kyun nahi aapne? Answer me."

"Because I did not want to," she said simply, as though it were the truth of the universe.

He looked at her, then wiped a smudge clean with his finger. "It is December cold and you are sweating over this stove. You are not even wearing a sweater."

"Haris, I am not a kid."

"Let us go and eat. We will argue after dinner," he said, lifting her down from the kitchen slab by taking her weight off her tired shoulders. He then removed her kitchen apron, fixed her hair, and said, "Wash your hands."

They ate dinner in a warm and easy atmosphere. Then Hazel said excitedly, "I want to make hot chocolate with Ferrero Rocher and marshmallows, a proper one."

She started heading towards the kitchen.

Haris pulled her back by her wrist. Her head bumped lightly against his broad chest.

Hazel furrowed her eyebrows and made a dramatic sound. "Haris, look at my forehead. It is red because of your sudden surprise."

Haris sat Hazel on the kitchen slab, took her wrist gently, and said, "Jaan, this fake fury does not suit you. Where did the old Hazel go?"

He started placing soft kisses all over her face, everywhere except her lips, then along her collarbone and neck. Hazel melted entirely at his touch.

Then he scooped her up in his arms like a bride and said in a husky voice, "Jaan, I am sorry. Please forgive me."

He kissed both her cheeks and carried her to their favourite spot, the swing and garden area beneath the open night sky.

Hazel POV -

I wonder sometimes how this happens. A full 360 degree turn. Before, he was cold and reserved. But now he is so expressive and caring. He has always been this way with me though. He is just my pookie. I must admit that.

I am lying against his chest right now, drawing patterns on his shirt and playing with the buttons of his t-shirt. I said softly, "Haris, you are the best man I have ever met. I will love you till my last breath. You are the most beautiful answer to my sabr. I have love because of you."

For a moment Haris went completely still. He had not expected that. Not Hazel to say I love you to him so openly. He looked slightly caught off guard for just a moment.

Then he hugged me tightly and said quietly, "Jaan. I do not say I love you often or express myself easily. But I am honoured that you feel safe with me. Remember my words. You are the most beautiful woman in my entire life."

"Shh, Mr. Aziz Khan. Let me finish my words," I said.

"So listen carefully. I think every day, every night, that you are the reason my heart beats. I have finally found my answer. I used to think I would never love anyone as strongly as my own parents, especially my daddy, because my mum is also my favourite but daddy holds a different place in my heart. I used to pray that Allah (SWT) grant me a saleh mard, a pious man, someone right for my naseeb. And then I married you."

"Yes, I know. You do not need to explain yourself. I have forgotten all the old things. You should forget them too."

Then I placed a soft peck on his lips. Haris was completely still for a moment, then slowly closed his eyes and let himself feel it.

"I cannot describe you in words because you are my Qalb-e-Jaan. The heart connected to my soul. The soul connected to my heart. You are the colours. You are my canvas. You are every stroke of my calligraphy. And if I had to describe you in English, then you are my favourite story. A story I want to read again and again."

Then Haris said, grinning widely, "I think I am having a mini heart attack," changing the subject dramatically.

"Teddy bear, I want my cuddle partner," he said.

I giggled at his drama. "Haris, I am right here, so close to you. Can you not see me?"

Haris pulled me closer until our warm breath was mingling together. "I need this close because you are my oxygen. You are my everything. I need to tell you that," he said in a little fake-serious tone.

I looked up at him and said in my softest voice, "Oh, my cold architect. Look at me. I am all yours. Please do not do this to me."

I watched him completely melt.

One Month Later -

Morning sunrays spread across the bedroom of Harzal. Soft light peeked through the sheer curtains.

Hazel slowly opened her eyes, turned to cuddle in, and reached for Haris, only to find the cold empty side of the bed.

Her heart sank. One tear escaped from the corner of her eye before she could stop it. She controlled herself, got up from the bed, and tied her hair into a messy bun.

Then she noticed a note tucked under her pillow.

She pulled it out and began to read. His neat architect's handwriting filled the page.

Good morning,

My teddy bear, Jaan.

I know you will be angry when you see the empty side of the bed. I know you. I am sorry. I truly did not mean to leave without waking you. I did tell you earlier about this meeting. I know. Please do not spoil your mood because of me. I promise I will compensate for it later. So let us start now. Your breakfast is ready. Your clothes are set out. Everything is arranged. Just stay safe and please wear something warm, a thick sweater, or you will fall ill.

Lots of kisses and hugs, my Jaan.

She folded the note and pressed it against her chest, holding it there for a quiet moment. Then she got up and freshened herself.

Later, she occupied herself with her calligraphy, only to end up drawing their names together. Harzal.

She laughed at herself.

Then she called her ammi and talked for a good hour about everything and nothing. She messaged the Khan Bahus group.

Hii

Zara and Inaya replied within seconds.

Hiii

What are you both doing?

Zara said she was working on a new software and web design project. Inaya replied she was working on a new clothing design.

They talked about random things, relationships, and the future for a long while, until Inaya and Zara both said they had to go. Allah Hafiz.

Hazel spent time preparing for dinner, prayed Asr salah, and then decided to dress in a soft pink cotton saree with minimal jewellery. She tied her hair in a half open ponytail.

The cold had been quietly increasing. The window was half open and the afternoon breeze slipped through easily. She went and sat on the garden swing without a sweater because somehow the cold felt different now. It felt like warmth was missing, not temperature. Love does that. It makes someone else feel like home. It still feels unreal how one person can become your entire world. It is difficult to imagine the future any other way.

She drifted to sleep on the swing thinking about Haris.

Around midnight, Haris came home. His dark eyes searched the house for Hazel like he needed air.

He found her sleeping on the swing.

He stopped at the doorframe for a moment, just watching her quietly. Then under his breath he thought, ya Allah, why does she wear things like this? That saree is taking my breath away.

Without even changing out of his office clothes or removing his shoes, he went to her and curled himself around her, hiding his face in the crook of her neck as they both lay there on the swing.

Around Fajr time, the azaan echoed from the nearby mosque.

Hazel slowly became aware of herself, felt enclosed in warmth, then realised she was wrapped in Haris's arms. She slowly opened her eyes and placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

Then she whispered near his ear, "Haris, wake up softly. Fajr time. I know you are tired but please," her voice gentle, her fingers running softly through his hair.

"You know I will cuddle and kiss you after. I know you are only pretending to be asleep."

After a moment, Haris woke up, kissed her forehead, and said, "I am going, Jaan. Thank you for waking me up."

Hazel said, "Why are you thanking me? Why would I not wake you?"

They prayed together, spreading the prayer mats side by side, then freshened up the room after.

Hazel changed into her prayer dress. Haris laid out both prayer mats and they stood side by side for prayer.

After completing his fard namaz at home Haris left for the mosque. Before he stepped out, he kissed Hazel's hand gently and left.

By the time he returned from the mosque, Hazel had finished the last ayats of Surah Baqarah and was raising her hands in dua. Haris stood quietly at the doorway, watching her, admiring her completely.

Then he came and sat beside her, rested his head in her lap, and placed two tickets on her hand.

Umrah tickets.

Hazel barely managed to form words. "Har... Haris. Is this real? Are we really going for Umrah? Really?"

Haris squeezed her hand. "Yes, Jaan. We are going. It is real."

Hazel's tears fell gently onto his face where his head lay in her lap. He reached up and wiped them away.

"Why are you crying, Jaan?"

"I am not sad. I am happy. Going for Umrah has always been my dream. It is coming true."

They held each other in that moment for a long while.

"So, Mrs. Khan. Do you like surprises? That busier month, all those long hours, the endless meetings, all of it was leading to this. Now we can go on our spiritual trip together. And there is one more surprise. A world tour after Umrah.
Because my Hazel deserves everything."

Hazel tried to speak.

Haris placed his finger gently on her lips. "Listen to me, Jaan." He then took her hand and placed it on his chest. "Can you hear that heartbeat? That beats for you. Only you. You are the reason it beats properly. I could never forget you. You are my oxygen, my existence, my breathing. I cannot live without you. You are my fid dunya wal akhirah."

He brushed his thumb softly over her cheek, his large hands cradling her face. He adored her, speaking to her as though every word were the plain truth of the universe.

After pulling apart slightly, Hazel said, "Let us go and eat something to celebrate. I am also feeling a little hungry."

"Let us go. I want to make breakfast for us both. Tell me what you want."

"Your hands paratha and omelette," Hazel said.

"Oh, so Mr. Architect will eat oily paratha and omelette," she teased with a smile.

"Correction, Jaan. It will be the healthy version," he said, brushing his forehead softly against hers.

She giggled and slipped out of his warm hold. "I am going," she said, stepping away and pulling out her prayer clothes again, changing into her pink saree.

After a while she went straight to the kitchen. By the time Haris came to check on her, she was almost finished. The parathas were done and she was frying the omelette. Everything was being dished out and set on the dining table.

He came and held her wrist gently. "You sit. We will eat together later."

"I can eat by myself," Hazel said.

"I wanted to feed my wife. Is there any problem? Is my touch uncomfortable for you?" Haris said quietly.

Hazel shook her head. "No. No, not at all. I just meant you are already tired from work. I do not want you to go to the trouble. Do not spoil me. It is dangerous for you."

Haris caught what she said with a little seriousness, then let out a laugh. "I will handle your tantrums, your mood swings, and every part of you till my last breath."

"I think you are too good of a husband. May Allah (SWT) grant you good health and keep our bond safe always."

They talked about everything easy and warm. Haris's flight for Umrah was the following week, for fifteen to twenty days. After Umrah they would spend time in Madinah, exploring and shopping, and then begin their world tour.

One Week Later -

Hazel and Haris stepped off their private jet and entered King Khalid International Airport.

Hazel looked outside at the view and said quietly, "This is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." She felt genuinely excited. Haris smiled watching her excitement.

That afternoon they went to Makkah.

They both stood in front of the Kaaba.

The first look hit everything inside them at once. Every major sin, every minor one, every burden that a person carries felt as though it was dissolving in that moment before something far greater than words. Both of them cried without saying anything, making endless duas for themselves and for their families.

During tawaf, Haris held Hazel's hand firmly, protecting her in the crowd, continuously reciting Allahu Akbar.

That night they sat watching the Kaaba in the soft glow, memorising every detail of it.

Hazel placed a kiss on his jaw and whispered, "Thank you for bringing me here. I said once, make this your intention for me, and you did. I am so blessed to have you. Haris Aziz Khan, I am Hazel, and I am promising you that I will remain loyal to you, through every thick and every thin, till your last breath."

Between the walks of Safa and Marwa, in the middle of it, her legs began to ache and tiredness crept in. But Haris held her hand firmly, his cool hand steady around her warm one, and encouraged her forward.

"You can do it, my Hazel. You are very strong," he said, cheering her on like she was the most precious thing in the world.

They continued and completed everything, then returned to the hotel and sat quietly together, drawing peace from each other's presence.

Fifteen days passed like a breath of warm air, full of dhikr, spiritual growth, tawaf, and then the journey to Madinah.

In Madinah, Hazel lay close to him doing zikr softly while Haris recited Surah Rahman beside her, his voice a quiet and peaceful melody in the room.

After he finished and made dua, he blew the dua softly over her.

She had been lying with her head resting near him. He gently moved her, placing her head in his lap instead.

"Mrs. Khan," he said warmly.

Hazel smiled. "I am fine here."

"Mr. Khan," she replied with a small teasing smile.

He held her wrist gently and placed it over his heart, looking at her with soft seriousness. "Why are you always doing this to my heart? Tell me."

Hazel looked up at him and said simply, "I love this side of you."

Haris checked the clock. 2am.

He said gently, adjusting her stole around her shoulders, "Jaan, listen. Let us get back to the hostel and rest for a while."

Hazel was already beginning to feel sleepy. They walked back together, the hostel nearby, and Hazel watched his side profile as he walked, just quietly admiring him.

They reached the hostel, freshened up, and changed into their night clothes.

Hazel was ready to sleep but noticed Haris reviewing emails that Mark Evans had sent him. She looked at him, a little annoyed.

"Haris, are you not coming to sleep?"

"No, Jaan. Just reviewing a few mails quickly. You go to sleep. I will switch the light off when I come."

"I am not sleepy," she said, though her eyes were saying something different.

She got up and went to sit on the sofa nearby.

"Fine. If you are not coming then what should I do? I cannot sleep without your arms and your warmth. I am addicted to you."

Haris looked up from his phone, his eyes softening completely.

"Oh, my Jaan. You only had to say the word and I can do whatever you want," he said, leaning close until he was at the very tip of her nose.

"Let us go to sleep. My baby is feeling sleepy."

He scooped her up in his arms and moved to the bedside. They both lay down together, cuddled close, brown eyes meeting black eyes in the soft dark.

Hazel looked at him and said, "My handsome husband, I love you so much."

Then Haris hid his face in the crook of her neck and pulled her close against his chest.

Just as Hazel was drifting off, eyes closing softly, Haris kissed her gently and whispered, "I love you beyond any limit. I cannot find the end of it when I am looking at you, my Jaan."

One last soft kiss on the small mole on her neck.

Hazel smiled quietly.

And both of them drifted to sleep.

The next day they explored Madinah, went shopping, found a small cafe where they shared coffee and donuts, and then Haris suggested something fun for the afternoon.

A car race.

Madinah itself was not a circuit racing city, those were held in larger hubs, but Haris had arranged a private time trial experience. They drove fast and laughed loud and by the evening they found the perfect spot to watch the Madinah sunset, the sky going deep gold over the domes and minarets.

She thought quietly, Madinah feels like home.

After returning to the hotel, Haris unlocked the room with the digital key card. They talked about everything, including the upcoming world tour.

"How many countries?" Hazel asked.

"Twelve," Haris said. "Paris, Italy, Greece, Morocco, Japan, Vietnam, the Maldives, New Zealand, Canada, Norway, Scotland, and Switzerland."

Hazel was glowing just hearing the list.

Then Haris said, "By the way, I changed your favourite movie for tonight."

"What? Which one?"

"Tangled."

Hazel lit up. "You like Tangled?"

"I like it because you like it. I have watched many films just because you wanted to."

While watching Tangled, Hazel was completely absorbed. She laughed when Rapunzel hit Flynn with the frying pan, she gasped at the right moments, and her eyes were full of light during the boat scene where the lanterns filled the sky.

When the film ended her eyes were glistening.

Then Haris, who had been watching her more than the film, pulled her by the wrist suddenly.

"Jaan. Tell me honestly. Am I not more handsome and charming than him? You were admiring that screen for one hour and forty minutes."

Hazel bit her lower lip trying very hard not to laugh. She turned red and then burst out giggling, cupping his face in her small hands.

"You are my pookie. How could I ever love another? And you are getting jealous of a fictional character?"

"Because it is my Jaan's attention," Haris said simply.

Hazel laughed again, pecked his lips, and said, "Mr. Aziz, you are such a jealous person."

Then she got up and said, "Come on. Let us go pack our luggage for the world tour."

She dragged him along to start packing.

"Jaan, we can buy everything new. Just put the important things. I will buy you whatever you need," Haris said warmly.

The next morning in Paris, they checked into the hotel. Haris swiped the key card and the door swung open to a room of beautiful architecture and quiet luxury.

The car had stopped in front of Le Coeur de Paris. The Heart of Paris.

As they entered the room Hazel went straight to the window, completely absorbed in the view of Paris spread out before her.

She felt strong arms wrap around her from behind, a warm back-hug, none other than her husband, Haris Aziz Khan.

He rested his chin over her shoulder blade and asked quietly, "Do you like it, Jaan?" There was a small note of curiosity in his voice.

She said, "Yes. I like it very much." She paused for a moment, then continued in a softer voice, "I am in love with this place. And being here with you, I am in love all over again." The last few words dissolved quietly in the air.

She leaned back into his shoulder and said, "Thank you for giving me all of these blessings. I am so blessed to have you in my life." Then she placed a small kiss on his jaw.

Haris went completely still for a moment.

Then he smiled widely and said, "No, Jaan. Correction. I am the one who is trying to become more deserving of having you. I will keep trying till my last breath." He pressed a kiss to her temple.

"Let us eat something. I am starving. Are you not hungry at all, Jaan?"

"No," Hazel replied simply, still quietly admiring his features. "I am full of your love, my Haris."

Haris leaned forward and placed a kiss on the tip of her nose.

"Jaan, please do not flirt with me in that velvety voice of yours. You know very well that when you speak like that I lose every sense I have. Rather than simply being loved, you cause me to want to love you the whole night, and then you blush the entire next day and act like I am being too much. You are the one doing this to me."

Hazel hid her face in the crook of his neck and whispered from there, "Haris, I think you have completed a PhD in being shameless."

Hazel whispered against his neck.

Haris chuckled softly. He loved having this effect on her.

"Oh? My Hazel is feeling shy?" he teased.

"Let's go eat something, Jaan. We can think about making you blush harder later. Tomorrow we will explore the City of Love."

"Hariiiis!" Hazel said, hiding her face even more.

"I want to explore Paris with you."

"We will, Jaan," Haris replied.

Hazel narrowed her eyes. "That is not what you meant."

"No, no, Jaan. That is exactly what I meant. You are the one thinking something else."

He put on the most innocent expression possible.

Hazel stared at him for a moment before bursting into laughter.

After that, they ate together and spent the rest of the evening enjoying each other's company.

The next morning, they began exploring Paris.

Golden sunlight spread across the hotel room. Hazel slowly opened her eyes, blinking in confusion for a moment before remembering where she was. Her gaze wandered around the elegant interior before settling on one thing she loved most.

Her husband.

Haris was still asleep, his strong arm wrapped securely around her waist.

A small smile appeared on her face.

After freshening up, Hazel carefully slipped out of his embrace. She changed into a blue and white floral skirt paired with a matching blouse and a cream hijab. Then she ordered breakfast through room service.

Once everything was ready, she moved toward the bed.

In a soft voice, she called, "Hari."

He didn't respond.

Hazel smiled and brushed a few strands of his black hair away from his forehead. Then she leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.

"Hari, wake up."

Haris slowly opened his eyes.

He opened his eyes slowly. A smile already appeared on his face even before he fully opened them, as if his body sensed my presence. Those dimples appeared, the same dimples that always made my heart beat faster.

As always, my heart betrayed me.

I leaned forward and kissed one of his dimples.

"Good morning, my architect husband," I whispered.

Haris looked at me and said in a husky, sleepy voice, "Why did you wake up so early and leave my arms already? And why are you dressed up like an angel?"

I immediately blushed at his words.

Then he sat up straight and gently pulled me closer by my wrist, wrapping his arms around me. He buried his face in the crook of my neck for a moment before suddenly stopping.

His gaze moved to my hijab.

"Your hijab is already on," he said softly.

Then, after a brief pause, he looked at me carefully and asked, "Are you okay with it if I take it off? Sorry, Jaan. I just... I like seeing your hair first thing in the morning. May I?"

His voice was gentle, giving me the choice as he waited patiently for my answer.

"May I?" he asked.

Hazel smiled softly and replied, "Yes, you may, my Haris."

Haris slowly loosened her stole and gently removed her hijab, placing it carefully aside. His gaze fell on her beautiful light brown hair, still tied in a messy bun.

With gentle fingers, he untied it.

Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, and Haris could not help but smile. He leaned closer and inhaled her familiar lavender and vanilla scent, the scent he would recognize anywhere.

"There she is," he murmured softly, admiring her.

Then he placed a soft kiss on the mole on her neck.

"Haris, have breakfast first, Hariii," Hazel said in her baby voice.

But Haris paid no attention and continued hiding his face in her hair.

"I do not want to move," he replied.

"I wish I could stay in this moment forever. Everything has finally settled down."

Then he lifted their intertwined hands and placed a gentle kiss on her knuckles.

"Fine, let us have breakfast first. Then we can continue our romance tonight, my Jaan," he said in his sleepy husky voice.

Haris looked at her and added, "But you will feed me."

Hazel smiled at his statement.

"Okay, deal, my Haris. We will continue later. Now come and have breakfast."

She gently tapped his shoulder, making him finally get up from the bed.

Then we had breakfast, and of course, as per our deal, I fed my husband myself.

Personally, I love this side of him. The way he becomes so soft and needy around me is one of my favorite things.

After breakfast,

A few minutes later, Haris walked out wearing a navy blue polo shirt and white trousers. His watch gleamed under the morning sunlight, and his dark hair looked slightly messy from sleep. Of course, he had unknowingly matched with me again. At this point, twinning with me had become the most natural thing in the world for him.
A small smile appeared on my face.

I was so excited that my heart fluttered.

Today, we were going to explore the City of Love together.

And I was doing it with my favorite person in the entire world.

We stepped out of the hotel and spent the day exploring Paris, one street corner at a time.

The golden sunlight spread across the beautiful streets as we walked hand in hand. We stopped at a small café where Haris ordered a latte while I chose an iced coffee. As usual, he ended up drinking half of mine because apparently my coffee always tasted better than his.

We also tried freshly baked croissants and pastries while watching the city move around us.

Throughout the day, I took countless pictures on my phone. One thing remained constant in every photo.

Haris.

Whether he was standing beside me, holding my hand, or appearing in the background, somehow he was present in every picture.

We spent the afternoon shopping. I bought a snow globe, matching keychains, and a few dresses. Haris carried every shopping bag without a single complaint.

By evening, we finally arrived at the Eiffel Tower.

The moment I saw it illuminated against the night sky, I froze.

My eyes shimmered with emotion as I stared at it.

It had always been a dream of mine to see Paris with my husband.

Without realizing it, I rested my head on Haris's shoulder.

"It's so beautiful, Haris," I whispered.

He looked at the Eiffel Tower for a moment before turning his gaze toward me.

"Yes, it is beautiful," he replied softly.

"But the view in front of me is far more enchanting."

My heart instantly betrayed me.

"Haris," I complained, trying to hide my smile.

He only grinned and pulled me closer beneath the sparkling lights of Paris.

Then Haris stepped closer and gently took Hazel's wrist, pulling her toward him.

"May I have the honor of dancing with my gorgeous wife?" he asked softly.

Hazel blushed hard and nodded.

"Yes, you may, Haris."

Slowly, they began to sway beneath the sparkling lights of Paris.

Neither of them paid attention to the world around them. They were only looking into each other's eyes, completely lost in each other's gaze.

Haris rested his forehead against hers and whispered,

"I love you till my last breath, Jaan."

"I never loved anyone before you, and after you, I never will."

"You run through me like blood in my veins."

"You are my Ishq."

"My Qalb-e-Jaan."

"The heart connected to my soul."

Then he placed a lingering kiss on her forehead, holding it a little longer than usual.

"Thank you for coming into my life," he whispered.

"Thank you for choosing me."

Hazel lifted her head and looked at him.

"You are my home and my everything.

Sometimes I think I am so fortunate to have you in my life. Sometimes I even doubt myself and wonder if I am truly worthy of your love."

Before she could say anything else, Haris cut her off by placing his lips on hers.

My heart instantly raced. I felt shy and closed my eyes, melting into the kiss.

When they finally pulled apart, Haris rested his forehead against hers and said firmly,

"Never think such silly things again."

"You are the answer to my unspoken duas and the reward for good deeds I do not even remember doing."

"Allah blessed me with you, Jaan."

He gently cupped her face.

"And listen carefully, Mrs. Khan. If I ever hear you doubting your place in my life again, remember this moment."

His eyes softened as he looked at her.

"You know very well what I will do."

Hazel immediately blushed because she knew exactly what he meant.

Later that night, they returned to the hotel.

After freshening up, Hazel spread all their shopping bags across the room.

Snow globes, keychains, dresses, souvenirs, chocolates, and countless little things covered almost every corner.

As she organized everything, she noticed Haris sitting nearby, quietly watching her.

"What?" Hazel asked.

Haris smiled.

"Nothing."

"I am just looking at you."

"I spent more time watching you shop today than actually shopping myself."

Over the next two days, they explored the Seine River, went sightseeing, and took long late-night romantic walks through the streets of Paris, collecting endless beautiful memories along the way.

At one point, she asked out of nowhere, almost softly, "Is this our honeymoon?"

Haris glanced at her with a calm smile. "Yes, Mrs. Khan. It is."

She smiled, as if confirming it in her heart all over again.

Later, they passed a baby shop. Their eyes lingered for a moment longer than usual, silently admiring the tiny outfits and soft toys, both thinking the same quiet thought-maybe someday, Insha'Allah.

Haris noticed her gaze and spoke gently, no teasing in his tone. "I've already found one that's super cute."

She looked at him, a little shy, but smiling anyway.

Paris, in its own quiet way, had given them an abundance of beautiful memories moments they would carry with them long after they left.

Then they traveled to Italy, to Rome.

As they stepped into the hotel suite, her architect husband was already on a call. His voice was low but focused as he spoke with his assistant, Mark Evans, discussing client issues, blueprint revisions, and layout problems.

Without even properly settling in, he reached for his iPad and laptop, already slipping into work mode like it was second nature.

She stood there, watching him in disbelief.

I can't believe this man... he literally forgot we are on vacation.

She said nothing. Instead, she gave him silent treatment soft, controlled, but very intentional. She understood him, she really did. But right now, it still stung... the way his energy always drifted toward work more than her.

Later, she stepped into the bathroom, took a warm shower, and came out wrapped in a bathrobe that still carried his warmth and the faint scent of oud that always lingered on him.

Now she was doing her skincare, carefully applying a sheet mask, the quiet room wrapping around her thoughts.

Then knock on the door.

She paused.

She paused for a second, then slowly walked toward the door, holding the edge of her bathrobe tighter.

Another knock. Softer this time.

When she opened it, Haris was standing there still in his formal shirt sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, iPad forgotten somewhere in his rush. His expression wasn't playful... it was attentive. Like he already knew exactly what mood she was in.

"You're ignoring me," he said simply.

She tilted her head slightly, sheet mask still on, giving him the most silent "yes" in existence.

A faint sigh left him.

"I was on an urgent call. I didn't mean to"

She didn't let him finish. Just turned around and walked back inside.

That finally made him step in.

He closed the door behind him, eyes following her as she sat back down, completely unbothered, continuing her skincare like he wasn't even there.

A pause.

Then, quieter: "You're really doing this to me?"

Still no reply.

That was it.

He walked closer, took the sheet mask packet from her hand gently, and crouched a little in front of her so he was at her eye level.

"I'm here now," he said softly. "Not on call. Not with Mark. Just here."

A beat of silence.

Then he suddenly sat down in front of her.

Not casually this time-almost like he was trying to make a point. He started doing sit-ups right there on the floor, as if physical effort could somehow express what words were failing to.

"My jaan..." he said between breaths, stopping and looking up at her. "My intention was never to hurt you."

He paused, then continued, softer now.

"I'm sorry. It really hurts me when you go quiet like this."

Another sit-up, slower this time, more like restlessness than exercise.

"Please talk to me," he said, voice breaking into something more vulnerable. "Don't do this with your Haris."

That last line made the room shift.

He stopped completely, sitting back on the floor now, looking at her properly-no phone, no work, no distractions. Just him, trying to reach her.

"I know I get lost in work," he admitted. "But you... you are still my home. Don't shut me out like I don't notice you."

A quiet pause filled the space after his words, heavy but honest.

Hazel's expression softened immediately. The quiet distance she had been holding broke in a second.

She stepped closer and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug.

"Haris..." she whispered, then pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. "I'm sorry."

She held him a little tighter, resting her forehead against him.

"Don't do sit-ups, my love," she added softly, almost smiling now. "You don't need to punish yourself like that."

Her fingers lightly traced his shoulder as if grounding him back into calm.

"I wasn't trying to hurt you... I just missed you," she admitted honestly.

The tension in the room slowly melted, replaced by that familiar warmth they always found their way back to-no matter how far work, silence, or distance tried to pull them apart.

Before Hazel could pull away, Haris gently caught her wrist and tugged her closer until she was standing between his knees.

His gaze traveled over her for a moment, making her cheeks warm.

"You know," he said in that deep, husky voice of his, "you look stunning in that bathrobe."

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"To make it even better, it's mine."

Hazel rolled her eyes playfully, but he only pulled her a little closer.

"My things always seem to suit you, Mrs. Khan."

His hand settled at her waist as he looked up at her with nothing but admiration.

"Then again," he murmured, "I think everything suits you."

She felt her heart skip a beat.

"You're the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen, Hazel."

For a moment, Rome, the hotel, the client calls, and the unfinished blueprints faded away. There was only the two of them, wrapped in the quiet comfort of being exactly where they belonged.

Haris gently pulled her closer by the wrist.

"You know," he said, his voice low, "you look beautiful in that bathrobe."

Hazel raised an eyebrow.

"And before you ask, yes, I'm biased."

A grin appeared on his face.

"It being mine is definitely helping."

She laughed despite herself.

"My things always seem to suit you, Mrs. Khan."

His expression softened.

"Then again, you make everything look beautiful."

Haris studied her for a moment before reaching up toward her face.

"Can you remove that sheet mask of yours?" he asked.

Hazel immediately took a step back.

"No."

A smile appeared on his lips.

"No?"

She crossed her arms. "No. It's part of my skincare routine."

"My jaan," he said dramatically, "I can't even see your face."

"You can see my face."

"Not properly."

Hazel laughed. "You'll survive."

Haris shook his head as if she was being completely unreasonable.

"I've spent half the day dealing with clients, blueprints, and layouts. Now I finally have my wife's attention, and she's hiding behind a sheet mask."

"I'm not hiding."

"You are."

"I'm not."

"You absolutely are, Mrs. Khan."

Hazel tried to maintain a serious expression but failed.

Haris gently took her hand and kissed her knuckles.

"I miss seeing your smile," he admitted softly.

That finally weakened her resolve.

"You're impossible," she muttered.

"And yet," he replied, pulling her closer, "you married me."

Hazel looked down at herself and immediately reached for her suitcase.

"Wait, I'll go change."

Before she could take a step, Haris gently caught her wrist.

"Wait, Jaan."

Hazel looked up at him, her cheeks warming slightly.

Haris's expression softened.

"You know I've already seen you wearing my bathrobe before."

A nervous smile appeared on her face.

"If you're feeling shy, that's okay," he said gently. "But I never want you to feel uncomfortable because of me."

His grip loosened, giving her complete freedom to move away if she wanted.

"If you want, I'll step back and give you some space."

Hazel's heart softened at the consideration in his voice.

Haris smiled and tilted his head.

"Or..." he said, a playful glint appearing in his eyes, "may I choose your outfit today?"

Hazel stared at him for a moment.

"You want to choose my outfit?"

"Of course," he replied proudly. "I'm an architect. I have excellent taste."

Hazel laughed despite herself.

"Oh really, Mr. Aziz Khan?"

"Absolutely. Trust me, Mrs. Khan."

He walked toward her suitcase with far more confidence than necessary, already acting as if he had been hired as her personal stylist.

Haris walked over to the wardrobe and began looking through the clothes they had unpacked.

After a few moments, he pulled out a beautiful modest green dress and held it up with a satisfied smile.

"This one."

Hazel looked at the dress and then at him.

"You chose green?"

"Of course," Haris replied. "It suits you."

Then he opened his side of the wardrobe and pulled out an olive green shirt for himself.

Hazel immediately noticed what he was doing.

"You are matching with me again."

Haris shrugged his shoulders innocently.

"Pure coincidence."

"You're lying."

"I am not."

"You absolutely are."

A grin spread across his face.

"Fine. Maybe I wanted to twin with my wife."

Hazel rolled her eyes but couldn't stop smiling.

A little while later, after they were both dressed, Haris adjusted the sleeve of his olive green shirt and looked at her thoughtfully.

"We'll rest today," he said. "We've been travelling a lot. This evening, we'll go explore Rome together."

Hazel nodded.

Then Haris tilted his head slightly, studying her face.

"Are you feeling okay, Jaan?"

Hazel blinked.

"Of course. Why?"

"I don't know."

He stepped closer and gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Your face looks a little different today."

Hazel immediately remembered the sheet mask from earlier and laughed softly.

"Different because of the mask?"

"Maybe."

Haris narrowed his eyes dramatically.

"Or maybe my wife is secretly hiding something from me."

Hazel laughed and lightly pushed his shoulder.

"There is nothing to hide, Mr. Architect."

Haris caught her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles.

"Good. Because I notice everything about you, Jaan."

The sincerity in his voice made her heart flutter.

Then he intertwined their fingers.

"Now come here. We have an entire evening in Rome waiting for us."

That evening, they stepped out to explore Rome together. The city glowed beneath the golden sunset, the streets alive with laughter, music, and the aroma of delicious food drifting from nearby restaurants.

After a little searching, they found a halal pizza restaurant and enjoyed dinner together. Hazel happily stole slices from Haris's plate despite ordering her own, while Haris simply shook his head and let her win as always.

As they continued walking through the beautiful streets of Rome, Hazel suddenly stopped.

"Haris..."

He immediately turned toward her.

"My sandal strap came loose."

Before she could do anything, Haris gently guided her toward the side of the footpath, away from the crowd.

Then, without a second thought, he knelt down in front of her.

Hazel's eyes widened.

"Haris, what are you doing?"

"I'm fixing your sandal."

He carefully adjusted the strap and secured it properly.

"Haris..." Hazel whispered, glancing around. "People are looking."

He looked up at her, completely unbothered.

"So what?"

Hazel's cheeks turned pink.

"Haris..."

He smiled softly.

"Jaan, I'm kneeling in front of my world."

His fingers continued working on the strap.

"Why would I be ashamed of that?"

For a moment, Hazel could only stare at him.

The bustling streets of Rome seemed to fade away.

Once he finished, Haris stood up and brushed off his hands.

"There."

Then he held out his hand for her.

"My wife deserves comfortable shoes if she's going to explore Rome with me."

Hazel slipped her hand into his and smiled.

Sometimes it wasn't the grand gestures that made her fall in love with him all over again.

It was moments like these.

As they continued walking through the streets of Rome, Haris naturally slipped into architect mode.

He pointed toward historical buildings, explaining the structure, arches, columns, and the craftsmanship behind them. What started as a simple observation quickly turned into a passionate explanation about design, balance, and architectural history.

Hazel listened quietly beside him.

Well... at least Haris thought she was listening.

In reality, she had become completely distracted.

The more he spoke, the more she found herself admiring him instead of the buildings.

The way his dark eyes lit up when he talked about something he loved.

The way his hands moved while explaining.

The confidence in his voice.

The passion behind every word.

Without realizing it, Hazel had stopped paying attention to the architecture altogether.

She was simply staring at her husband.

Haris suddenly paused mid-sentence.

A knowing smile appeared on his face.

"Jaan."

Hazel blinked.

"Hm?"

"I've been explaining this building for the last five minutes."

"I know."

"Really?"

"Yes."

Haris folded his arms across his chest.

"Then tell me what I just said."

Hazel immediately looked away.

A soft laugh escaped him.

"I knew it."

He stepped closer.

"You weren't listening to a single word, were you?"

Hazel bit her lower lip, trying not to smile.

Haris gently tilted her chin upward.

His dark eyes met hers.

Then, in a teasing voice, he asked,

"Am I looking so handsome that your gaze keeps locking onto mine?"

Hazel's face instantly turned red.

"Haris."

"My beautiful lady," he murmured, smiling softly.

"You look at me as though I'm the most fascinating thing in Rome."

Hazel shook her head, embarrassed.

But Haris only took her hand and kissed her knuckles.

"And for the record," he said quietly, "I like it when you look at me like that."

This time, Hazel had no defense at all.

Hazel quickly tried to change the topic before Haris could continue teasing her.

"So tell me, Mr. Architect," she said, her tone laced with excitement, "what are we exploring in Rome over the next two days?"

Haris glanced at her and immediately noticed the sparkle in her eyes.

A teasing smile appeared on his face.

"You're asking about where we're exploring?"

"Yes."

He hummed thoughtfully.

"The real question is how do I tell you that I want to hide you away from the entire world."

Hazel stopped walking and stared at him.

"Haris."

"I'm serious."

He gently squeezed her hand.

"My Jaan, you're far too gorgeous and far too innocent for this world."

Hazel rolled her eyes.

"That is not an answer."

"I know it sounds selfish," Haris admitted. "But I don't actually want to hide you away. I want you to be confident. I want you to face the world without doubting yourself. I want you to see yourself the way I see you."

His expression softened.

"You deserve that, Jaan."

Before he could continue, Hazel abruptly let go of his hand.

"Never mind."

She turned dramatically.

"I am going back to the hotel."

Haris blinked.

"What?"

"How could I tell you anything?" she complained. "I ask about Rome and suddenly you're giving a motivational speech."

A laugh escaped him.

Hazel crossed her arms.

"And for your information, Mr. Aziz Khan, you have completely ruined my mood."

Haris immediately pulled her back toward him.

"Ruined your mood?"

"Yes."

He lowered his head slightly until their foreheads almost touched.

"Then tell me how to fix it."

Hazel tried to maintain her serious expression.

It lasted exactly three seconds.

A smile betrayed her.

Haris smiled too.

Then, in a quieter voice, he said,

"Jaan, I truly can't imagine my future without you."

The teasing disappeared completely from his face.

"Every plan I make, every dream I have, somehow you're standing in the middle of it."

He kissed her forehead gently.

"So forgive me if I get carried away sometimes."

Hazel's heart softened instantly.

"Only sometimes?" she asked.

Haris grinned.

"No. All the time."

Hazel huffed and crossed her arms.

"Fine. Since you're clearly not answering my question, I'll ask again. What are we exploring in Rome tomorrow?"

Haris looked thoughtful for a moment.

"Hmm."

"Hmm what?"

"We could explore the Colosseum."

Hazel nodded.

"We could."

"We could explore the Trevi Fountain."

Hazel's excitement immediately returned.

"Yes!"

Haris leaned slightly closer.

"Or..."

Hazel narrowed her eyes.

"Or what?"

A mischievous smile appeared on his face.

"We could see if kissing in Rome is as romantic as everyone claims."

"Haris!"

Hazel's eyes widened in shock.

"What?" he asked innocently.

"We're having a serious conversation."

"I am being serious."

"No, you're not."

Haris laughed softly.

"My beautiful lady, you asked what we should do in Rome. I am simply offering suggestions."

Hazel covered her face with her hands.

"You are impossible."

"And yet," Haris replied, gently taking her hand, "you still chose me."

Hazel tried to look annoyed, but her smile gave her away.

Haris squeezed her hand and finally relented.

"Fine, Jaan. Tomorrow we'll explore Rome properly."

"And no more teasing?"

He thought about it for a second.

"No promises."

The following afternoon, after exploring the beautiful streets of Rome, they eventually found themselves standing near a boat dock.

The gentle water reflected the golden sunlight, while small boats drifted peacefully across the river.

Hazel's eyes immediately lit up.

"Haris!"

He already knew that tone.

"Yes, Jaan?"

"Boat ride."

It wasn't a question.

It was a demand.

A smile appeared on Haris's face.

"Of course."

Within minutes, they were seated beside each other on a small boat, slowly gliding across the water.

Hazel rested her arms on the railing, completely mesmerized by the view around her.

The historic buildings, bridges, and warm sunlight made everything feel magical.

For a while, neither of them spoke.

They simply enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere.

Then Hazel felt a familiar gaze.

She turned her head.

Haris was staring at her.

Not the scenery.

Not the water.

Her.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing."

"Haris."

He smiled softly.

"I paid for a boat ride."

Hazel blinked.

"Okay?"

"I was told there would be a beautiful view."

A blush immediately spread across her cheeks.

"Haris."

He leaned back in his seat, looking entirely pleased with himself.

"I'm just saying."

"The view exceeded my expectations."

Hazel looked away, trying to hide her smile.

A few moments later, she quietly slipped her hand into his.

Haris immediately intertwined their fingers.

Neither of them said anything after that.

They simply sat together, watching the water pass by, collecting another beautiful memory they would carry long after Rome was behind them.

As the evening sky turned shades of gold and orange, Haris and Hazel found themselves standing in front of the Trevi Fountain.

The sight before them was breathtaking.

Crystal-clear water shimmered beneath the lights while the magnificent marble sculptures stood proudly behind it. People from all around the world gathered there, tossing coins into the fountain and making silent wishes.

Hazel's eyes widened with wonder.

"It's beautiful."

Haris smiled as he watched her admire the fountain.

"Not as beautiful as you."

Hazel immediately turned to glare at him.

"Haris."

"What?" he asked innocently.

"You say that everywhere."

"Because it's true everywhere."

Hazel rolled her eyes while Haris looked entirely pleased with himself.

A few moments later, Haris placed a coin in her palm.

"Come on, Jaan."

Hazel looked down at it.

"What do I do?"

"Make a wish."

She looked at him thoughtfully before turning toward the fountain.

Closing her eyes briefly, she whispered a silent dua in her heart and tossed the coin over her shoulder.

The coin disappeared into the water with a small splash.

When she turned back around, Haris was still holding his coin.

"Aren't you going to make a wish?" she asked.

Haris looked at her for a moment before tossing his coin into the fountain.

"I already got mine."

Hazel felt her cheeks warm.

"Haris."

He stepped closer and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"You."

The teasing had completely disappeared from his voice.

"You were my wish."

For a moment, the sounds of Rome faded away.

There was only the two of them standing beneath the evening sky, surrounded by dreams, wishes, and memories they would carry forever.

On their third day in Rome, they spent the evening wandering through the city once again.

The streets were illuminated by warm golden lights, and the distant sound of music drifted through the air. Rome felt different at night-slower, softer, and somehow more magical.

As they walked hand in hand, a chilly breeze swept through the street.

Hazel immediately shivered.

Haris noticed before she even said a word.

Without hesitation, he reached for her hand and slipped it into the pocket of his coat.

The warmth of his hand instantly surrounded hers.

Hazel's heart melted.

She looked up at him.

"Haris..."

"Hm?"

A small smile appeared on her lips.

"My handsome husband."

Haris chuckled.

"That's a dangerous start."

"Thank you for existing in my life."

For a brief moment, he fell silent.

Then he lifted her hand from his pocket and pressed a gentle kiss against her knuckles.

"No, Jaan," he said softly. "Thank you for existing in mine."

Hazel felt her heart squeeze at his words.

A while later, they stopped at a small dessert shop and shared chocolate ice cream while walking through the streets.

As usual, Hazel kept stealing bites from his portion despite ordering her own.

"Jaan."

"What?"

"You have your own."

"I know."

"Then why are you eating mine?"

"Because yours tastes better."

Haris shook his head in amusement.

Later, they went to a restaurant and decided to try a few local dishes. When the food arrived, Hazel immediately became distracted by everything on the table.

Without a word, Haris began preparing her plate.

He carefully shredded the meat into smaller pieces and arranged everything neatly before placing it in front of her.

Hazel stared at the plate and then at him.

"You always do that."

"Do what?"

"Take care of me before taking care of yourself."

Haris simply smiled.

"That's because you're my wife."

Then he pushed the plate toward her.

"Now eat, Jaan. We still have an entire city left to explore."

And somehow, in that moment, Rome felt a little warmer than before.

Later that evening, they stopped at a restaurant to try a few local dishes.

As soon as the food arrived, Hazel's attention wandered to everything on the table at once.

Meanwhile, Haris calmly pulled her plate closer.

Without saying a word, he began shredding the grilled chicken into smaller pieces before placing it neatly back in front of her.

Hazel stared at the plate.

Then at him.

"Haris."

"Hm?"

"You just did it again."

He looked genuinely confused.

"Did what?"

"You shredded my chicken."

A small smile tugged at his lips.

"So?"

"I can do it myself."

"I know."

"Then why do you keep doing it?"

Haris set down his fork and looked at her as though the answer was obvious.

"Because I like taking care of my wife."

Hazel immediately looked away, her cheeks warming.

Meanwhile, Haris continued eating as if he hadn't just melted her heart for the hundredth time that day.

Time passed in the blink of an eye.

Before we knew it, our days in Italy had come to an end. We had collected countless memories together, from the beautiful streets of Rome to late-night walks, laughter, and moments I knew I would treasure forever.

After checking out of the hotel, we made our way to the airport.

Sitting inside the cab, I found myself lost in thought, staring out the window as the city slowly disappeared from view.

Meanwhile, my husband seemed completely occupied with something else.

Me.

Haris sat beside me, absentmindedly playing with my hand. His long fingers traced over mine while his thumb gently caressed my knuckles. Every now and then, he would lift my hand and place a soft kiss on it as though he couldn't help himself.

"Hari," I whispered.

"Hm?"

"What are you doing?"

A smile appeared on his face.

"Keeping myself entertained."

I rolled my eyes while he pressed another kiss to my knuckles.

"You're impossible."

"And yet you married me."

The rest of the journey passed with his hand wrapped securely around mine.

A few hours later, our flight landed in
Greece.

The moment I stepped out and saw the breathtaking views before me, my eyes widened.

White buildings stood proudly against the bright blue sky. The sea sparkled beneath the sunlight, looking almost unreal.

"Oh my Allah..."

I stood there completely mesmerized.

"Hari, this is fantastic."

Haris looked at the scenery for a moment before turning toward me.

His gaze softened.

"It is beautiful," he said quietly.

Then he took my hand and intertwined our fingers.

"Come on, Jaan."

"Let's make more memories."

After spending the day exploring Greece, they found themselves sitting on the beach as the sun slowly began to set.

The golden light painted the sky in shades of orange, pink, and gold. Waves rolled gently onto the shore while a cool breeze carried the scent of the sea.

Hazel sat quietly, completely mesmerized by the sunset unfolding before her.

Beside her, Haris wasn't looking at the sunset at all.

He was looking at her.

The warm sunlight reflected in her beautiful brown eyes, making them glow like honey touched by gold.

Haris found himself smiling.

"What?" Hazel asked after noticing his gaze.

He shook his head softly.

"Nothing."

Then he leaned closer and pressed a gentle kiss to one eyelid and then the other.

Hazel immediately blushed.

"Haris..."

He rested his forehead against hers and whispered softly,

"Allah truly blessed me, Jaan."

His thumb brushed against her cheek.

"I think I could spend a lifetime looking at you and still never stop admiring you."

Hazel's heart melted instantly.

Around them, the sunset continued painting the horizon.

But for Haris, the most beautiful view had always been sitting right beside him

Time seemed to pass far too quickly.

After spending a few beautiful days in Greece, collecting memories beneath golden sunsets and endless blue skies, it was finally time for our next destination.

Soon, we were once again at the airport, boarding another flight together.

A few hours later, the view outside the window changed completely.

"Jaan, wake up."

I slowly opened my eyes and immediately froze.

"Haris..."

A smile spread across my face as I stared outside.

Morocco.

The warm golden landscape, beautiful architecture, and vibrant colors looked like something straight out of a painting.

Haris intertwined our fingers and pressed a kiss to my knuckles.

"Ready for another adventure, Mrs. Khan?"

I smiled and squeezed his hand.

"Always."

The next phase of our journey seemed to pass in the blink of an eye.

Sometimes I think the happiest moments always move the fastest.

Every country gifted us something different. A memory. A lesson. A feeling we would carry forever.

It taught me that life is not always a fairy tale, but sometimes Allah blesses you with moments that feel just as magical.

Soon, we arrived in Morocco.

The moment we stepped outside, I was mesmerized.

Golden sunlight bathed the city, traditional architecture stood proudly in every direction, and vibrant colors filled the streets. Everything felt warm, alive, and beautiful.

Yet my attention slowly drifted elsewhere.

To my husband.

I glanced at Haris and immediately noticed something felt off.

At first, I thought I was imagining it.

But after lunch, as we sat together enjoying macarons and exploring the city, I paid closer attention.

His hand wrapped around mine felt warmer than usual.

His eyes looked slightly red.

And despite the smile on his face, there was a faint exhaustion hidden beneath it.

My heart immediately grew concerned.

Ah.

I knew this man.

Haris Aziz Khan could design entire cities, manage companies, and solve everyone's problems.

But when it came to himself?

He acted as though he was perfectly fine even when he clearly wasn't.

The moment we reached the hotel, I closed the door behind us and turned toward him.

"Haris."

My tone was gentle, but firm enough to make him stop.

He looked at me innocently. "Yes, Jaan?"

I stepped closer and placed my palm against his forehead.

Just as I suspected.

Warm.

"Why do you do this to yourself?" I asked quietly.

Haris tried to dismiss it with a smile.

"I'm fine."

"No, you're not."

I moved even closer, my eyes fixed on his.

"When are you going to understand that what happens to you affects me too?"

His smile faded slightly.

"Jaan..."

"No, listen to me."

I cupped his face in my hands.

"You are my soul too, Haris. If something hurts you, it hurts me."

My voice softened.

"Tell me honestly... am I doing something wrong as your wife? Why don't you share these things with me?"

Haris immediately shook his head.

"Never."

"Then why are you walking around with a fever and pretending everything is okay?"

A small silence settled between us.

"If I did the same thing, you would be upset with me too."

Haris couldn't even argue because he knew I was right.

I gently stroked his cheek.

"Mark my words, Mr. Haris Aziz Khan."

His lips twitched despite himself.

"You are not a burden. You are not someone who has to carry everything alone."

I rested my forehead against his.

"You are my amanah. A blessing Allah entrusted to me."

My eyes filled with emotion.

"And I love you far too much to watch you neglect yourself."

For a moment, Haris simply stared at me.

Then a soft smile appeared on his face.

The kind of smile reserved only for her.

Without a word, he wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his face in the crook of my neck.

I felt him relax against me.

"Then take care of me, Jaan," he murmured quietly.

"I'm all yours."

He tightened his hold around me.

"I just didn't want to ruin our trip."

My heart melted instantly.

I ran my fingers through his hair.

"You could never ruin anything, Haris."

"Home is wherever you are."

After making him take his medicine and rest for a while, I sat beside him on the bed, making sure he was comfortable.

"How are you feeling now?" I asked.

"Better."

I narrowed my eyes.

"Are you telling the truth?"

"Maybe."

Before I could respond, Haris suddenly reached for my hand and pulled me closer.

"Haris..."

He simply smiled and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

His gaze lingered on my face.

"You become more beautiful with every passing day, Jaan."

Heat instantly rushed to my cheeks.

"Mr. Aziz Khan, focus."

"I am focusing."

"Not on me."

Haris looked completely unconvinced.

"That sounds impossible."

I rolled my eyes while he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on my lips.

"Haris."

"Hm?"

"Focus."

"Still impossible."

I laughed despite myself and decided to change the topic before he became even more shameless.

"We're leaving for Vietnam tomorrow."

That finally caught his attention.

"Vietnam?"

"Yes."

A smile appeared on my face.

"And before you say no, I want to try new things."

Haris looked suspicious.

"What kind of new things?"

"Exploring."

"Safe exploring?"

"Maybe."

"Hazel."

"Maybe scuba diving."

The look on his face was priceless.

"Absolutely not."

"Hari!"

"Jaan!"

I crossed my arms.

"I already bought the outfit."

Haris stared at me for a long moment before sighing dramatically.

"Fine."

Then he pointed at himself.

"But your very handsome husband is coming with you."

I burst into laughter.

"Deal."

Our last day in Vietnam arrived far sooner than I wanted.

We spent the entire day exploring colorful streets, trying new food, and collecting little memories to take home with us.

Of course, I couldn't leave without shopping.

By the end of the afternoon, my hands were full of lanterns, handmade souvenirs, clothes, keychains, and far too many things I had absolutely convinced myself I needed.

Well...

My hands would have been full.

Except my husband was carrying every single bag.

Every. Single. One.

"Haris, give me at least one."

"No."

"Hari."

"No."

I sighed dramatically.

"You know, I think I'm wasting all your money."

Haris immediately stopped walking.

He turned toward me and gently took my hand.

Before I could react, he lifted it and pressed a soft kiss to my knuckles.

"Correction, Mrs. Khan."

His dark eyes held mine.

"It's your money."

I blinked.

"What?"

"My money is your money."

He shrugged as though it were the most obvious fact in the world.

"My Jaan can buy whatever she wants."

My heart melted instantly.

"Haris..."

"And before you start feeling guilty again," he added, pointing a finger at me, "I enjoy buying things for you."

I tried to look away.

Big mistake.

He immediately noticed.

A teasing smile appeared on his face.

"Stop looking at me with those eyes."

"What eyes?"

"Those eyes."

He gently tapped the tip of my nose.

"The ones that make me want to buy the entire country for you."

I burst out laughing while Haris pulled me closer and continued carrying every shopping bag as if they weighed absolutely nothing.

And just like that, another beautiful memory was added to our collection

We spent the day exploring Vietnam, visiting the famous tunnels and caves, and honestly, we enjoyed every second of it.

One thing remained consistent throughout the entire trip.

My hand never left Haris's.

Whether we were walking through crowded streets, exploring caves, or making our way through the tunnels, his fingers remained firmly intertwined with mine.

At one point, I laughed and asked, "Hari, why are you holding my hand so tightly?"

He didn't even look at me as he answered.

"Because if I let go, you'll wander off somewhere."

I gasped dramatically.

"I would never."

Haris finally looked at me with an unimpressed expression.

"Jaan, last week you got distracted by a souvenir shop and walked in the opposite direction."

"That happened once."

"Twice."

"Hari."

"Three times."

I immediately stopped arguing.

A victorious smile appeared on his face.

Later, as we walked through another crowded area, I tried pulling my hand away just to tease him.

Haris instantly tightened his grip and pulled me back beside him.

"Absolutely not."

"You're being dramatic."

He stopped walking and looked directly into my eyes.

"If I lose sight of you, my heart will stop functioning properly."

My cheeks instantly turned pink.

Then he lifted our joined hands and kissed my knuckles.

"Besides," he added softly, "where would I find another Hazel?"

I smiled.

Haris gently squeezed my hand.

"My Jaan belongs right here."

And just like that, we continued exploring Vietnam together, hand in hand, exactly where we belonged.

The days seemed to pass like a breath of wind, carrying one beautiful memory after another.

Before we knew it, it was time for our next destination.

Japan.

Another dream waiting to be explored.

As we stepped into the airport, I immediately noticed how everything felt so organized. Every detail seemed carefully planned, every corner running with perfect precision.

Beside me, Mr. Aziz Khan was still holding my hand.

As always.

A teasing smile appeared on my lips.

"You know, you're a little obsessed with me, aren't you, Mr. Architect?"

Haris looked at me.

A soft smile appeared, followed by the dimples that never failed to make my heart skip a beat.

Without letting go, he intertwined our fingers more securely and brought my hand closer to him.

"You've only just realized that?" he asked.

I laughed.

"Haris."

His gaze softened.

"No, Jaan. I am serious."

For a moment, there was nothing playful in his expression.

Just sincerity.

"I am obsessed with you."

My heart immediately betrayed me.

"Haris..."

He lifted my hand and pressed a gentle kiss against my knuckles.

"And before you accuse me of holding your hand because I'm afraid you'll get lost..."

His eyes met mine.

"That's not the reason."

"Then what is?"

A small smile appeared on his face.

"Because when I can't see you, something feels missing."

My breath caught.

Haris gently squeezed my hand.

"I don't know how to explain it."

His voice softened.

"But my heart feels empty without you, Jaan."

For a second, I forgot about the airport, the crowds, and the journey ahead.

All I could think about was him.

My Haris.

The man who somehow managed to make me fall in love with him all over again every single day.

Then he pointed toward the boarding gate.

"Come on, Mrs. Khan."

"Japan is waiting."

After settling into our hotel room, I immediately rushed toward the window.

The city stretched beneath us, glowing with countless lights.

Everything looked so beautiful.

I felt like a child seeing something magical for the very first time.

Meanwhile, my husband had completely different priorities.

I turned around and found Haris already lying on the bed.

"Hari, aren't you going to admire the view?"

"No."

I stared at him.

"No?"

"No."

I laughed.

"Then at least let's go eat something."

Haris opened one eye and looked at me.

"No."

I blinked.

"Haris Aziz Khan."

His dimples appeared.

"Come here."

I folded my arms.

"We should eat first."

"Come here, Jaan."

Before I could protest further, he stood up and walked toward me.

The next thing I knew, I was in his arms.

"Haris!"

He ignored me completely.

"Ah, my beautiful baby," he murmured dramatically.
I'm sleepy."

I narrowed my eyes.

"You are impossible."

"And you're adorable."

I tried to get down, but his arms tightened slightly.

"Haris, put me down."

"No."

"We haven't eaten."

"No."

"We just arrived."

"No arguments."

I could not help laughing.

Then he pressed a soft kiss to my forehead.

"Jaan, we've been travelling for days."

His voice softened.

"I don't want sightseeing."

Another kiss landed on my temple.

"I don't want food."

Then he rested his forehead against mine.

"I just want you."

My heart instantly melted.

Haris carried me toward the bed and settled beside me, pulling me into his embrace.

"Now sleep."

"Haris-"

"No."

"Haris."

"No."

I laughed.

"What if I'm hungry later?"

A teasing smile appeared on his face.

"Then we'll order room service."

"And if I want to explore?"

"You can explore tomorrow."

"What if-"

He pecked my lips before I could finish.

"Jaan."

I immediately became quiet.

"Sleep."

Then he buried his face in the crook of my neck.

His voice came out sleepy and muffled.

"I don't feel like eating without you."

For a moment, my heart softened.

I knew him well enough to understand what he wasn't saying.

He wasn't tired because of the food.

He wasn't even tired because of the trip.

He simply wanted a few quiet hours with me before another adventure began.

So I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his hair.

"Okay, my Haris."

Within minutes, my architect husband was already asleep.

The next morning, golden sunlight filtered through the curtains of our hotel room.

Haris was the first to wake up.

His dark eyes slowly opened, instinctively searching for one person.

Me.

A small smile immediately appeared on his face when he found me safely tucked inside his embrace.

"What a lovely view to wake up to," he murmured quietly.

I was still asleep, curled against his chest like I belonged there.

Carefully, he tightened his arms around me and pulled me even closer.

"My clumsy little petal," he whispered affectionately.

For a few moments, he simply admired me.

The way my hair had fallen across the pillow.

The peaceful expression on my face.

The gentle rise and fall of my breathing.

His heart felt full.

Unable to resist, he began placing soft kisses all over my face.

My forehead.

My cheeks.

The tip of my nose.

The corner of my eyes.

Everywhere except my lips.

"Haris..." I mumbled sleepily.

A victorious smile appeared on his face.

"So you're awake."

"No."

"Jaan."

"No."

I immediately hid my face in the crook of his neck, refusing to open my eyes.

Haris chuckled softly.

"Good morning to you too."

I tightened my hold around him.

"Five more minutes."

"That's what you said ten minutes ago."

"Another five."

He laughed and kissed the top of my head.

"You know, Mrs. Khan, one day we're going to miss breakfast because of you."

"I don't see the problem."

"Of course you don't."

For a while, neither of us moved.

We simply stayed there, wrapped in each other's warmth, enjoying the quiet morning before another day of adventures in Japan began.

The next morning, Haris refused to tell me where we were going.

"Hari, at least give me a hint."

"No."

"Haris."

"No."

I narrowed my eyes suspiciously while he simply smiled and guided me through Tokyo.

A few minutes later, I looked up and completely froze.

Tokyo Disneyland.

My eyes widened instantly.

Haris!"
Before he could say anything, I threw my arms around him.
"Thank you! Thank you so much!"
I hugged him tightly while he laughed softly and wrapped an arm around my waist.
"You like it?"
"Like it?" I looked at him in disbelief. "It's one of my dreams!"
The smile on his face was worth every second.
The rest of the day felt magical.
We explored different attractions, took countless pictures, met characters, and somehow ended up taking far more rides than originally planned.
At one point, I became embarrassingly excited after meeting Goofy.
"Hazel."
"What?"
"You look happier meeting Goofy than you did meeting me."
I immediately gasped.
"That is not true."
Haris raised an eyebrow.
I looked away.
"Okay, maybe a little."
By evening, my energy finally started disappearing.
The excitement had carried me through the entire day, but now my legs were aching from all the walking.
Haris immediately noticed.
"Enough."
I looked at him innocently.
"What?"
"We are going back."
"No."
"Yes."
"Haris."
His dark eyes narrowed.
"Hazel, tomorrow we're visiting Mount Fuji and Nara. If you keep ignoring your limits, you won't be able to enjoy any of it."
I sighed dramatically.
"I'm fine."
"You're limping."
"I am not."
"You absolutely are."
I tried taking another step.
Instant regret.
A small laugh escaped him.
"Exactly."
Before I could argue further, Haris gently cupped my cheeks.
His expression softened immediately.
"Jaan, is there something else?"
"What?"
"You look tired. Are you feeling nauseous? Dizzy? Unwell?"
My heart melted at the concern in his voice.
I placed my hands over his and smiled softly.
"Hari, listen to me."
He waited patiently.
"I'm okay."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
I gently cupped his cheek.
"My legs hurt because I spent the entire day running around Disneyland like an excited child."
A reluctant smile appeared on his face.
"That sounds accurate."
I laughed and rested my head against his shoulder.
"See? Nothing serious."
Haris kissed my forehead.
"Good."
Then he wrapped an arm around me and guided me toward the exit.
"Now come on."
"Where?"
"Back to the hotel."
"Hariii."
"No arguments, Jaan."
And despite my complaints, I secretly loved how much he cared.
The moment we returned to the hotel, all my energy disappeared.
I barely managed to change into comfortable clothes before collapsing onto the bed.
Within minutes, I was asleep.
Haris sat beside me for a while, smiling softly.
"My poor little Disney princess," he murmured.
The entire day had been filled with excitement, laughter, and far too much walking.
As he pulled the blanket over me, his gaze fell to my feet.
His smile faded slightly.
My feet looked a little swollen from spending hours walking around the park.
A small frown appeared on his face.
"Jaan..."
Of course she hadn't mentioned it.
She never did.
Carefully, Haris settled at the foot of the bed and gently lifted one of my feet into his lap.
His large hands began massaging my tired feet with slow, gentle movements.
The room remained completely silent except for the soft hum of the city outside.
Every now and then, he glanced at my sleeping face to make sure he wasn't disturbing me.
"You really do not know your limits sometimes," he whispered affectionately.
Despite his words, there was nothing but love in his voice.
He continued massaging my feet until the tension slowly disappeared.
Then he placed a soft kiss on my ankle.
"Thank you for being happy today."
Another kiss.
"I would do it a thousand times over just to see that smile."
After making sure I was comfortable, Haris tucked the blanket around me properly.
But before he could move away, my sleepy hand instinctively searched for him.
Even asleep, I was looking for him.
A smile appeared on his face.
Without hesitation, he slipped back into bed and wrapped his arms around me.
Almost immediately, I snuggled closer.
"There you are," he whispered.
Then he kissed the top of my head and closed his eyes.
Tomorrow, Mount Fuji and Nara were waiting.
But tonight, his favorite place in the world was right here in his arms.
The next morning in Japan felt different.
Calm. Quiet. Almost too quiet.
We had breakfast and then headed toward the Mount Fuji village. The view was breathtaking, but something in Haris felt... distant.
He wasn't talking much.
And he hadn't called me "Jaan" since morning.
That alone made my heart feel uneasy.
I kept stealing glances at him while we walked through the village streets.
"Haris," I called softly.
No response.
"Hari..."
Still nothing.
Something inside me tightened.
Before I realized it, he gently guided me toward a quieter corner near the path and stopped.
I barely had time to react before my back touched the wall.
"Haris-"
He leaned closer, his expression unreadable.
But his voice was low and firm.
"Listen to me carefully, Ms. Hazel Faisal Ahmed."
My breath caught.
"That 'Ms. Hazel Faisal Ahmed' is my wife," I said quickly, narrowing my eyes. "Not some stranger you can lecture like that."
He didn't smile.
Instead, his gaze deepened.
"And my wife," he said slowly, "has been ignoring me since morning."
My heart skipped.
"What are you even talking about?"
Haris stepped closer, his tone still controlled, but heavier now.
"You haven't called me anything. Not 'Haris.' Not 'Hari.' Not even 'Jaan.'"
I blinked.
"That's because you've been acting strange," I shot back. "Cold. Quiet. Like I don't even exist."
His expression shifted slightly.
"And yesterday," he continued, "your feet were swollen. You didn't tell me. Not a single word."
My anger softened for a second, but I still held my ground.
"I can take care of myself."
"That's not the point," he said immediately.
His voice dropped.
"I don't like finding out later that you were in discomfort when I was right there."
The firmness in his tone faded into something softer.
Something worried.
I exhaled slowly, my frustration melting into something else.
"And I don't like when you go quiet like this," I said more quietly. "Like I've done something wrong."
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
The world around us felt distant.
Then I stepped closer and gently placed my small hands on his chest.
"Haris," I said softly, "I'm also upset with you."
His eyes flickered.
I continued, "Call me Hazel. Not Mrs. Khan. Not anything else. Just Hazel."
His expression softened instantly.
"I don't like this distance between us," I whispered.
Haris exhaled, and the tension in his shoulders slowly faded.
His hand rose, gently cupping my cheek.
"Jaan..." he finally said, voice quieter now.
The single word made my heart relax immediately.
"I'm here," he added softly. "Always."
The silence between us disappeared.
Not with distance.
But with understanding.
The tension slowly dissolved between us, but neither of us moved away immediately.
Haris still held my face gently, as if checking I was really okay.
And I... was still trying to steady my heartbeat.
A soft wind passed through the village, carrying the faint chill of Mount Fuji in the distance.
Haris finally exhaled and loosened his hold slightly.
"Come here," he said quietly.
Before I could respond, he pulled me into his arms.
Not forcefully this time.
Just... close.
Safe.
I rested my head against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.
"I don't like when you go silent like that," I murmured.
"I don't like when you ignore your health," he replied just as softly.
I sighed.
"You always make everything sound like an emergency."
A faint smile touched his lips.
"Because when it's you, it is."
I rolled my eyes but didn't move away.
After a moment, he gently tilted my chin up.
"Still upset with me, Hazel?"
I hesitated.
"...A little."
He nodded like he accepted that.
"Good. Then at least you're talking to me."
I frowned slightly.
"That makes no sense."
"It does in my world," he said, brushing his thumb over my cheek.
Then, his voice softened again.
"Don't ever go silent on me like that again."
My expression softened too.
"I won't... if you don't either."
That made him pause.
Then he let out a small, quiet laugh.
A real one.
The kind that made his dimples appear.
"Deal," he said.
For a few seconds, we just stood there in the middle of Japan, wrapped in each other's presence, while Mount Fuji waited silently in the distance.
And somehow, everything felt okay again.
After Mount Fuji, our next stop was Nara.
The moment we arrived, I felt like a child again.
Deer were everywhere.
Walking freely.
Calmly.
Completely unbothered by humans.
"Haris, look!" I said excitedly, already stepping forward.
But I didn't notice the crowd around us.
Or the fact that I had slowly drifted away from him.
"Hazel," I heard his voice behind me.
But I was too busy laughing at a deer that was sniffing my bag.
Within seconds, I turned around-
And froze.
He wasn't there.
The crowd around me suddenly felt bigger.
Louder.
Stranger.
My heartbeat quickened.
"Hari?" I called softly.
No answer.
I turned again, slightly panicked now.
"Haris!"
A few seconds passed.
Then I felt a hand gently hold mine.
Firm.
Familiar.
Safe.
"I told you," his voice came from beside me, calm but serious, "don't let go of my hand."
I looked up and saw him standing there, expression unreadable.
But his grip didn't loosen even for a second.
"I wasn't lost," I tried to defend myself.
He raised an eyebrow.
"You were gone for 42 seconds."
I blinked.
"...You counted?"
"Yes."
I frowned.
"That's dramatic."
"That's necessary," he replied simply.
Then he sighed and pulled me slightly closer, guiding me through the crowd.
But this time, his hand stayed locked with mine.
No space.
No distance.
Just him.
As we walked deeper into Nara, a deer suddenly stepped in front of me.
I stopped instantly.
"Hari-"
Before I could finish, he had already shifted in front of me slightly, protective without even thinking.
I looked at him.
"You don't need to block a deer," I said slowly.
He didn't even look at me.
"I don't trust anything that might push you in a crowd again."
That made me laugh.
"You're impossible."
"And you still wander off," he replied.
I shook my head, smiling now.
But I didn't let go of his hand either.
Not even once.
Later, we boarded the bullet train.
The moment we settled into our seats, I pressed my face against the window.
The world outside blurred into green fields, distant mountains, and endless motion.
"Haris, look! It's so fast!"
He glanced at me, then at the view, then back at me again.
"You're more excited than the train," he said.
"It's beautiful," I replied.
A small silence settled between us.
Then I felt his fingers gently find mine again.
Intertwining.
Like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"This is nice," I said softly.
"What is?"
"You... not letting go today."
His thumb brushed over my knuckles.
"I never let go, Jaan."
I turned slightly to look at him.
Even in the moving train, even with the world rushing past outside the window, he looked completely still.
Focused only on me.
"Wherever we go," he added quietly, "just stay close."
I smiled and leaned my head on his shoulder.
"Deal."
By the time we reached the restaurant, the sun had already begun to set over Tokyo.
The day had been long... and beautiful.
We had explored Nara, survived the chaos of the crowds, and spent hours on the bullet train watching the world blur past us.
Now, all I wanted was food and silence.
And Haris seemed to agree for once.
We sat by a quiet corner table, ordering simple Japanese halal dishes.
No teasing.
No arguments.
Just peace.
For a while, we ate in comfortable silence.
Every now and then, I would glance at him.
He was already watching me.
Of course.
"You're staring again," I said softly.
"I'm not," he replied.
I raised an eyebrow.
He didn't deny it further.
That made me smile.
After dinner, I shifted slightly in my seat, realizing my feet were still sore from walking all day.
Haris noticed immediately.
Without a word, he stood up, came beside me, and gently lifted my feet onto his lap.
"Haris-"
"Don't," he said quietly.
His tone wasn't harsh.
Just certain.
I sighed but didn't stop him.
He carefully began massaging my feet with slow, steady movements.
"Still saying you're fine?" he asked.
"I am fine," I insisted.
"Your feet disagree."
I rolled my eyes but stayed quiet this time.
The warmth of his hands slowly eased the ache.
The restaurant around us faded into background noise.
It was just him.
And me.
After a few minutes, I leaned back slightly.
"You always do this," I said softly.
"Do what?"
"Take care of me before I even ask."
Haris didn't look up.
"I notice things you try to ignore."
That made me quiet.
Then I whispered, "Thank you."
He paused for a second.
Then, still holding my foot gently, he said, "You don't need to thank me for that."
A peaceful silence followed.
Outside, the lights of Tokyo slowly began to glow.
Inside, everything felt still.
Safe.
Home.
I watched him for a moment, then softly said, "I like this version of Japan."
He finally looked up.
"This version?"
I nodded.
"Quiet. Peaceful. Just us."
A small smile appeared on his face.
"Good," he said.
"Because I don't need anything else."
By the time we returned to the hotel, the exhaustion of the entire day finally caught up with me.
Japan had been beautiful... but overwhelming.
As soon as we stepped inside the room, I felt a slight wave of dizziness wash over me.
"Haris..." I murmured softly.
He turned immediately.
"What is it, Jaan?"
"I... feel a little dizzy."
Before I could say anything else, I quickly moved toward the bathroom.
Haris was right behind me in an instant.
He didn't say anything at first.
He simply stayed close, one hand resting gently on my back, steadying me.
After a few moments, I leaned against the sink, trying to steady my breathing.
"It's okay," he said quietly. "It's just exhaustion. You did too much today."
I nodded slightly, still feeling weak.
Haris reached for a glass of water and handed it to me.
"Small sips," he instructed softly.
I obeyed without arguing.
When I finally felt a little better, I sat on the edge of the bed, still quiet.
Haris crouched in front of me, his expression serious but calm.
"Why didn't you tell me you were feeling off earlier?"
I looked down.
"I didn't think it was serious."
"That's exactly the problem," he said gently.
Then his voice softened.
"You always wait until it becomes serious."
I stayed silent.
Haris sighed and carefully tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
"Come here," he said.
Before I could respond, he pulled me into his arms.
No teasing.
No jokes.
Just warmth.
"You don't have to push yourself for me, Jaan," he murmured. "I want memories with you... not your exhaustion."
I closed my eyes, leaning into him.
"I'm okay now," I whispered.
"I know," he replied. "But next time, you tell me immediately."
I nodded slightly against his chest.
His hand slowly moved over my back in slow, calming circles.
And just like that, the dizziness didn't feel as heavy anymore.
Because he was there.
After I rested for a while, Haris didn't waste any time.
He had already contacted a doctor from the hotel.
Within a short while, medicine was prescribed and arranged.
"Just mild exhaustion," the doctor had said. "She needs rest, fluids, and less physical strain."
Haris nodded like he had taken it more seriously than the doctor himself.
"See?" he said quietly once the call ended. "I told you."
I rolled my eyes from the bed.
"I'm fine now."
"You were dizzy," he replied immediately.
"That was earlier."
"And earlier matters," he said, already placing the medicine beside the water bottle.
I sighed but didn't argue.
He stayed beside me until I finally drifted into a light rest.
"You know what?" I whispered.
Haris gently traced the veins on my hand with his thumb.
"What is it, Jaan-e-Qalb?"
My heart skipped a beat. Somehow, he had spoken the very words my heart was thinking.
"Thank you," I said quietly. "For everything. I feel so at peace. So blessed to have you in my life."
Haris immediately placed a finger against my lips.
"Shhh."
He lifted my hand and pressed a kiss to my knuckles.
"I am the fortunate one, Jaan. Allah blessed me with you."
Then he intertwined our fingers together.
"What is mine is yours. You have more rights over me than I do over myself."
His dark eyes softened.
"So never thank me for loving you. Loving you will always be my favorite thing to do."
A smile found its way onto my lips as I rested my head back on his shoulder.
Outside the window, the clouds stretched endlessly beneath us.
Ahead lay the Maldives.
Ahead lay more memories.
And with Haris beside me, I knew this was only the beginning of forever.