Chapter 1
It had been another sleepless night, mused Aliyah. "Ya Allah, when will this end?" she muttered, as she got up and made way to the bathroom, and taking her phone with her, she fumbled her way in the darkness. Taking a quick peek at the phone told her it was 5:48 am. Too early for Fajr namaz, and even earlier for her husband to wake up.
Turning the lights on in the bathroom, she looked at her half-sleep state and was determined to make changes. It was, she had decided, time.
In the 4 months of her marriage, she had not anticipated to develop feelings for London Return. But countless kitkits, conversations and sleepless nights later, it was evident that Aliyah Haider loved every minute of being Aliyah Zain Abdullah. At this realization, she let a whimper escape her mouth. Why couldn't London Return be a fat hairy little man? Bring confined in closed quarters with a man that looked as good as Zain only meant trouble.
...But damned if she was going to have to change her name, and drop her pride to accept it first!
She wasn't stupid. She paid a lot of attention in her physics lectures in school, and knew that each action was accompanied by an equal or greater reaction. If she had developed feelings, then Zain was not immune to the same. Afterall, in each of the kitkits, conversation and parallel sleeping, Aliyah wasn't the only one who suffered. Besides, just as Zain wasn't a hairy little man - which, by the way, thank you, Allah she sighed - Aliyah wasn't some plain Jane. Many aunties in Bhopal had pinched her cheeks and said mashAllah to her, in hopes of making her their bahu, so ha, pretty boy. Feeling laughter bubble from deep within her, Aliyah placed both her hands on her mouth in efforts to stop it.
Splashing water on her face, and feeling less sleepy after giving herself the much needed peptalk, Aliyah checked the time again.
Perfect. It was time for the morning prayers, and time for Aliyah to start the day right. And then watch out Mr. Zain London Return Abdullah..