Azmaish-e-Ishq

Epilogue

I moved my hand to his cheek, brushing my fingers through his scruff. "Me too, canım, but it'll be Saturday before you know it."

"I spent so many days without you, Heer. It was hell. I missed you so much. I can't stand distance when it comes to you."

"I can't either when it comes to you, Sally." I then tried to lighten the mood, "But they say absence makes the heart grow fonder-"

"I love you more and more everyday. I don't need your absence for that. It kills me."

I hugged him, murmuring, "No more distance or absence after our walima." My eyes lit up as I looked at him, gushing quietly, "The next time you will come back to Manchester, it'll be for our wedding. I'm so excited. I can't wait."

His fingers brushed some of my hair behind my ear as he gazed at my eyes enamored, "Me neither, love."

After Salaar left, the rest of the week flew by. I started my drive to London early in the morning on Saturday and arrived by noon. Salaar was already in the parking lot waiting for me to pull in.

I quickly got out of the car and greeted him with a tight hug and sweet kiss. "Canım benim," I smiled. "I missed you."
(My darling.)

He returned the smile and leaned in for another kiss. "I missed you too, sweetheart." He opened the backseat and grabbed my duffle bag, "How was the drive?"

"Not bad. Surprisingly not too much traffic."

"I'm glad." His hand slid into mine as we made our way to the lift.

When we reached the door of our flat, I couldn't help but smile and feel grateful as I watched my Sally unlock the door. After the situation we were in the last time we were both in London, I didn't think we would be together anymore, but here we were, stronger than ever.

He led me towards our bedroom and set my bag against the wall. I quickly freshened up then joined him at the dining table. He had made the paninis that I liked and explained that he wanted to keep lunch a little light because he wants to go out for dinner.

After I washed the dishes, we both prayed then went to the sofa to watch a drama. He laid down and patted the space next to him adorably. I laid down next to him and couldn't help but giggle when his right arm caged me to him tightly as though I was his cuddle pillow. We fell asleep while watching TV, but when I woke up, he was gone.

"Sally?" I called, rubbing the sleep away from my eyes while I made my way to the bedroom. "Neredesin? Sal-"
(Where are you?)

As the sound of the shower met my ears, my orbs fell on a deep red dress with glitter patterns on the bed. A grin erupted on my lips. It was beautiful.

I glanced at the clock. It was late into the evening.

I quickly changed into the dress and began dusting on some makeup— foundation, eyeliner, and lipstick. As I applied the matching red rouge on my lips, I did a double-take as Sally stepped out of the bathroom. He was dressed in a black dress shirt and dark trousers, and his hair had a slight touch of pomade. In other words, he looked utterly handsome.

We both stared at each other, captivated, until he beat me to it, "You look beautiful."

I stood up and faced him. "Thank you," I tugged at the sleeves of my dress shyly. "You also look very handsome."

He smiled and walked over then took my hand. "Did you like the dress?"

"I loved it, Sally. You didn't have to-"

"I wanted to."

I smiled and leaned for a peck.

"Are you ready, love?" he asked while reaching for his watch on the dressing table.