Accepted With Flaws

-Sowing the seeds of Trust-

"They (your wives) are a clothing (covering) for you and you too are a clothing (covering) for them."

(Surah Al baqarah-187)

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Omaiza's pov

It felt oddly comforting to be in his presence. As thoughts of us being married crossed my mind, a mix of strange emotions emerged. Yet, there was an undeniable spark when our skin met, igniting goosebumps. Each time he used the simple 2 alphabets "U" & "S," my butterflies danced uncontrollably.

The moment he closed the door, my mind found tranquility, though my heart remained unsettled. Without hesitation, I headed to change my clothes.

Staring into the mirror, I noticed a different radiance on my face, a glow that whispered safety. I couldn't help but smile at the memory of his heartfelt proposal, where he knelt before me.

Lost in my thoughts, I slipped into a comfortable floral maxi gown, perfect for the evening's dinner.

Emerging from the washroom, I gently patted my damp hair with a towel. Why did he react that way? And more importantly, why had I touched him? I quickly apologized when I realized my slip.

As those words left my lips, Luth drew closer. He tenderly brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, causing my heart to flutter nervously. Reassuring myself, I repeated, "He can touch me; he is my husband." The heat crept up my cheeks, and I averted my gaze. But to my surprise, he lifted my chin, urging me to meet his gaze. Miss Sub's words echoed in my mind, "Ask the earth to swallow yourself."

Lut's hands cupped my face, his touch setting me free from the cage I'd been trapped in for so long. Tears welled up as his caress brought a sense of purity. With a gentle voice, he expressed his genuine desire for us to be real. My heart was willing, yet my mind remained uncertain.

A sudden phone call broke the calm ambiance, snapping us back to reality. Luth answered, while I used the opportunity to freshen up.

A touch of mascara, a hint of blush, and a nude lipstick; I added highlighter to my cheekbones, nose bridge, chin, and inner eye corners for a natural yet classy look.

Luth seemed engaged in an argument, his expressions revealing his unease. Worried, I inquired, and he assured me everything was fine.

I adjusted my hijab, draping it around my neck, ready to wear later. My attention shifted to Lut, who ended the call with visible frustration.

"Is everything alright?" I asked, genuine concern in my voice.

"Yeah, yeah, nothing to worry about," he replied, scratching his head.

As we prepared to leave, Lut's gaze shifted and he caught sight of my loose hair, a faint look of surprise crossing his face. My heart fluttered as I blushed under his unexpected scrutiny. "Do I look different without my hijab?" I asked self-consciously, my voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes met mine, and he responded reassuringly, "Absolutely not." His words sent a warmth coursing through me, but I couldn't help feeling shy and uncertain. Compliments from others were a rarity for me, and Lut's sincerity made my heart race even more.

"Uhm..Thank you"

"Don't worry, with me, you'll get used to compliments," Luth winked, as if he could read my thoughts. A blush spread across my cheeks. Will I really get used to you, Lut? I unknowingly whispered.

"You know," he began with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, "I've always found myself wondering about your hair – how it cascades and what it might feel like."

A soft and surprised laugh bubbled from my lips. "Oh, really?" I replied, my voice laced with a touch of coy amusement.

He nodded, his grin widening. "Maybe one day, I'll get to know."

Teasingly, I raised an eyebrow. "Well, who knows? Maybe you will."

Our laughter danced together, creating a shared moment of playful connection that wrapped around us, making the world outside fade away.

After adjusting my hijab, we headed to the pool area. The sight before me was breathtaking – a fairytale-like inbuilt pool dinner with lanterns, flowers, and a beautiful backdrop of fairy lights and white flower garlands.

Luth extended his hand in a romantic gesture, "May I have the honor of escorting you to the candlelight dinner?" he asked, his smile sweet.

Nervously, I accepted, placing my hand in his. Together, we crossed the bridge, surrounded by the enchanting ambiance.

The dinner unfolded beautifully, and a playful comment from Luth lightened the mood. "Zawj," he said, referencing my tendency to frown.

"Omaiza, don't worry, I won't push you into the pool," he joked. I smiled awkwardly in response, as he stood up and approached me.

He knelt down, producing a ring box, and uttered words that took me by surprise, "I didn't want to share this moment with anyone but you." Inside the box gleamed a solitaire diamond ring. "Will you, Omaiza Omar, accept me as your husband and complete half of my deen?"

His heartfelt words left me speechless. "Lut, I don't want to spoil this night, but I promise to try my best in this relationship. Please, I need some time to process everything. It's moving quite fast. I hope you understand." I admitted, not meeting his eyes. While I feared disappointing him, my intentions were sincere.

Glancing at me, he wore a disappointed expression that softened into a smile. "No worries, I have a new challenge now – making you fall for me," he playfully winked. "Don't flatter yourself, zawj, I'm not done yet."

He then presented a red rose, separating it from an earlier bouquet. "Omaiza, this rose represents you – beautiful, soft, and mesmerizing. The thorns around it symbolize me. I promise to protect you from those who seek to harm you."

Trust filled me as I accepted the rose, his words resonating deep within

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