We Were Meant To Be.~ COMPLETED

Chapter Fifty Two.

Anya's P.O.V.

Tears still continued trickling down my cheeks,making my pillow wet.
I felt a dip on the other side of the bed and then an arm wrapped around me.

He brought his face on top of mine, knowing just perfectly who he is.
I could just know him by his scent.
"Hey Couer." He said probably to cheer me up.
I sniffed my voice stuffed from crying I answered," hey asshole."

He stiffled a laugh turning me to face him.
"Now it's not good to call your husband an asshole."
He then wiped my tears and kissed my forehead.

Honestly forehead kisses are always the best.

"Well I still consider you my enemy." I said and then hugged him, my tears cascading again.
Without any ado he hugged me back.

We stayed like that lying on our bed hugging each other in silence.
After few minutes passed Zayd spoke," get ready coeur, we need to go somewhere."

I sat up asking," where?"
" Well.." but before he could answer I spoke again," but if we are going roaming then we should take Ami and Abu with us."
He smiled and said," it's step one to make Ami accept you so we can't take them."

"What are you going to make me do? This scarf is already hard to handle. I don't know how Ami always keeps her hair tucked in... My hair's are always out from sides...and now don't tell me to do something harder than this." I said tucking my hairs.
He chuckled and said," just get ready couer."

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He parked his car outside the jungle and I asked excitedly," we are going to the tree house?"
He nodded.
And I spoke," at least today am in proper clothes."
And we both laughed.

We both headed towards the tree house and after that he told me to stay there.
"Couer you stay here I need to go and get something. It will take about half an hour ok?"
"Ok but don't take long." I replied as he left.

I walked ahead to see all his childhood pictures when I saw our picture.
It was the picture when he first brought me to this tree house. Zayd had clicked from his phone.

His smile is just all I want to be constant all his life.
Am I the one for him?
Am I the perfect wife?
A perfect daugher-in-law?

Absolutely not.

I don't know cooking.
I don't know cleaning.
Hell.
I don't even know how to dress modestly.
Yet he loves me.
All I know is I love him alot.
And I may not be perfect but I can try to be imperfectly perfect.
And I will try all my best to be accepted by both his parents.

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Zayd was back.
Just so you know.
He had gone grocery shopping.
Cute yeah?😍
And guess why he did that shopping?
To teach me cooking.

Honestly he is the sweetest husband I could ever dream of.

So basically he wanted to teach me making pancakes.
So we start with breaking the eggs.
Which I don't know how to.

After a whole tray of eggs I managed to crack open 2 eggs okayly and then Zayd cracked open 4 while the rest of eggs were lying on the kitchen counter all broken into miserable state.

After beating the eggs it was time to add the flour.
But you know how clumsy I am.
As I opened the flour some of it flew on my face.
And that made Zayd laugh harder.
But me being me I threw some at his way and that made him keep his mouth shut.
Serves him right 😂

But seeing his face made me laugh and we both laughed together.
His hair and half face was covered in flour.
"Now be serious couer you got to learn alot."
I nodded but not before both of us laughing again.

The mixture of pancake looked perfect now my cooking skills were coming on test.

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"Wow! These are yummy Coeur." Zayd spoke while taking a bite from the pancake I made as I looked at him sadly.
I knew he was telling all this just to make me feel happy.

"Please don't lie Zayd." I spoke in serious tone.
He pulled me towards him and spoke," you made this for first time and I just couldnt let your effort go in vain. I am not eating this because I am your husband.. I am eating cause I love you for trying all your best."

"But they are all burnt." I showed him the burnt pancake he had just eaten a piece from.
"Babe you are the only girl who would do this for her husband's parents and that's why I ate cause you don't only love me but you care for my parents too and that's the most important thing in my life."

"But with my cooking skills.. your parents will dislike me more."
He smiled and spoke," let's clean ourself then we go to eat pizza?"
I nodded," pizza is best than these pancakes."