Her Replaced Husband ✓

¶chapter sixty eight¶

The heavy rain was pouring from the sky but they were finding refuge in each other. And both of them loved this haven because they knew that now since they had one another, nothing could separate them apart or no difficulty would be present there which they had to endure separately.

Faris had cupped both sides of her neck with his big palms while Ajwa had her arms encircled around his waist. They had their eyes closed as they were feeling the warmth and protection of each other's lips. It was indeed after such a long time and they missed this. They missed the comfort, relief, and love which only came whenever they were together.

Faris's hands moved from her neck to her shoulders, arms, and then slim back. He gently caressed her and then Ajwa gasped. Her lips parted and then he led his way inside her mouth, savoring and relishing the warmth and feel of it.

Ajwa's finger curled around the buttons of his shirt as he continued stroking her waist, arms, and hair. Who said that the intimacy was only related to desire? It was beyond that. The relationship of husband and wife was much deeper and beautiful than that. It gave you safety,  strength, tenderness, affection, and love. And that was the same in their case as well.

Even when there wasn't love in their relationship, there was a sense of habit, familiarity, admiration, and loyalty present from the beginning.

When the lack of oxygen didn't let them proceed more, Faris pulled away from her. Regarding her wet and flushed face in adoration, he gave a last peck on her chin. Ajwa smiled with a teary eye and held his hand.

Placing it on the left side of her chest, directly on her heart as she always did since she lost him in that horrible lock up, she looked into his grey eyes. She saw immense love for her in them and that act of hers was also to show him how much he meant to her, by making him feel her erratic heartbeats, every time he came in front of her.

"I am so happy to see you back, Faris. My prayers became fruitful. My Allah heard my plead," she whispered, in a wobbly voice due to happiness and surprise both.

Her crystal brown eyes already fascinated him but now as the rainwater was dropping on them, they looked more gorgeous and delicate. Faris blinked in response. Ajwa then again hugged him by placing her head on his chest while encircling her both arms around his waist. She closed her eyes while she could feel his gentle touch on the back of her head. The moment was certainly very lovely as after such a long time, she came this near to him while the charming sound of rain falling on the ground acting as a lullaby.

That was true; Faris's embrace was very soothing and protective for her.

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Ajwa softly nudged the closed door and then entered inside their bedroom. Her breath stuck in her throat seeing Faris sitting on the bed, without any shirt but there were so many red marks on his body. He was bandaging the wound on his shoulder as his back was towards her. Ajwa rushed towards him and stood in front of him. As compared to the severe wounds on his back, his facial expressions were so relaxed and as he was touching them, there wasn't a single groan or sound of pain which ever came out of his mouth.

Ajwa was amazed at his strength. Even a while ago, she could never have anticipated finding such severe scars there. He seemed very calm and steady like he was totally fine.

"Faris..." She murmured. "This...All this..."

He lifted his face to look at her. Suddenly his eyes became soft and his lips spread on her sight. The small pang of pain that he was feeling literally flew away when his gaze locked on Ajwa. Faris had just grabbed a shower and the wounds just stung a lot more on contact with water.