25: HELIM's Nikkah

                     ~Bonus part~ ❤️

             Happy reading lovelies 🎊

"Wallahi this moment I'll never forget."

They sat on the floor, but Zaim remained standing, still looking at Helena. He felt his heart racing faster than ever, pounding like a drum. Helena looked at Zaim through her dupatta, feeling her own heart race as he mesmerized her, though she quickly lowered her gaze, thinking that although he was about to become her husband, he was still na-mahram for her before the nikkah.

With heavy hearts, Helena sat on the floor, and Zaim too.

Both families gathered around Helena and Zaim, and Ali gestured to the imam to start the nikkah. Zaim, who was sitting in front of Helena, continuously felt his heart racing at an abnormal speed. He didn't even blink, keeping his doe eyes fixed on her.

At first, Helena got nervous under his stare, lowering her head and focusing on her hands resting on her lap. She started rubbing her hands, the mixture of pilgrims' voices filling her ears, but for a moment, she felt lost in the place.

Meanwhile, Zaim was still lost in another world, imagining that he and Helena were sitting alone near the Kaaba in wedding attire, about to start their nikkah.

"Helena, daughter of Ahmed Yusuf, do you accept Mohammad Zaim, son of Mohammad Ali, as your husband?"

Helena felt her body begin to shiver, and her lips trembled as the words struggled to leave her mouth. Tears formed in her eyes, but she held them back. Ayesha placed her hand on Helena's shoulder and leaned in slightly, saying softly,

"Say yes, Helena."

Helena closed her eyes, her heart pounding in her chest. After hearing the imam's words, she replied with trembling lips,

"Y...yes, I do."

Tears welled up in her eyes. Meanwhile, Zaim, whose heart was still racing at an abnormal speed, closed his eyes in relief and let out a deep sigh, smiling with satisfaction.

The imam asked Helena two more times, and she replied "yes" with consistent emotion each time.

After signing the paper, the imam turned to Zaim and asked,

"Muhammad Zaim, son of Mohammad Ali, do you accept Helena, daughter of Ahmed Yusuf, as your wi...?"

"Yes, yes, I do, I do! I absolutely do, with all my heart and soul. I accept her as my eternal wife!"

Zaim interrupted, even before the imam could finish, all while looking deeply into Helena's eyes.

Everyone laughed at his enthusiasm, and Ali chuckled, saying,

"You pabo, let him finish!"

Zaim smiled sheepishly as the imam asked him two more times. Zaim answered with the same passion, and then signed the paper as well.

Congratulations and MASHA'ALLAH, you both are now consider husband and wife.

"Yah ALLAH thankYou thankYou ALLAH thankYou to infinity. I love You Allah I love You soo soo much Allah."

He then went into prostration.

Everyone laughed at his enthusiasm. Afterward, they turned towards the Kaaba and performed two nawafil of shukr together. After completing their nawafil, they held their hands to pray. Helena and Zaim sat together with a small gap between them. Zaim looked at her side profile, her eyes closed in peaceful prayer, and smiled. He then turned his head back and prayed,

"Thank you so much, my beloved, my dearest Allah. I can't thank you enough for what you've done for me. I am indebted to You. You are the greatest, and I truly love You. Please make our relationship stronger and filled with love. Melt her heart for me, Ya Allah. I truly love her from my heart."

With that, he facepalmed. Everyone then congratulated each other. The men hugged the groom, while the women hugged the bride and exchanged warm congratulations.

Helena, who was sitting and looking at her lap, Jessica approached towards her and gently lifted her dupatta from her face. Jessica looked at her with love and affection, then lifted her chin, cupped her cheeks, and kissed them. She thought Zaim would be the first to kiss Helena's forehead, so she kissed her cheeks instead.

Meanwhile, Zaim stood with his arms crossed, staring at her with love and affection, a smile on his lips. Just then, Ryan said,

"You pabo, won't you congratulate your newlywed wife, huh?"

Zaim snapped back to reality and looked at Ryan with a constant, lost expression. He then neutralized his tone, raised his eyebrows in innocence, and smiled shyly. Rubbing the back of his neck, he moved toward Helena and knelt down on the floor. His heart, already racing at an abnormal speed, began to pound even faster.

Helena also felt her heart grow heavier as Zaim neared her. He looked at her face with pure love and affection, his voice soft and filled with emotion as he said,

"Alhamdulillah, Ya Rabbi."

Helena, still keeping her gaze lowered, nervously rubbed her fingers. A strange sensation spread through her body as her heart continued to race. Tears filled her eyes, but she held them back as best she could.

Zaim moved closer, and her heart felt like it might stop. When he gently grabbed her hands, Helena closed her eyes, goosebumps spreading across her skin. Tears welled up in her eyes, but deep in her heart, she felt a pang of hatred for Zaim at this gesture.

She had warned him not to get too close, but as they were in a sacred place, she decided not to harbor hate in her heart.

Still looking at her face, Zaim softly said,

"Congratulations, Mrs. Mohammad Zaim."

Helena raised her head and looked up at Zaim with teary eyes and a piercing gaze, which made Zaim chuckle slightly. In his heart, he thought:

"My angry bird. I'll treasure that precious expression forever—the girl I love the most in this world, whom I did nikkah with at Haram, still looking at me with those cute, angry eyes even in this moment. Ah, I love this anger more than anything."

Just then, Ryan interrupted his thoughts, teasing, "Will you just keep staring at your wife like that, or do you plan on performing Tawaf with her as well?"

Everyone laughed lightly, and Zaim shot Ryan a shy smile and poked her cheek. They stood up and began walking towards the hotel to change into abaya. On the way, Zaim casually removed his waistcoat and handed it to Helena.

"Helena, take this back to the hotel since you're going," he said.

Helena glanced at Zaim, then shifted her gaze to Ahmed, noticing that everyone was looking at her. Reluctantly, she took the waistcoat from his hand and held it. Zaim smiled a little, as he had planned this just to piss her off, hoping to see her angry face. Helena muttered under her breath as she turned away,

"Can't even carry his own coat, and he's supposed to handle me for a lifetime? Really? I'm already pissed off."

Zaim chuckled at her reaction and whispered back, "Ah, my little cutest wife. I may not handle things well, but you, I can handle for the rest of my life."

When they reached the hotel, Helena went to her room with Fatima. They both changed into abaya, and for Helena, Ayesha had prepared a simple yet elegant tea-pink gown with a matching hijab for Tawaf after the nikkah.

As they returned to Haram, where the men were waiting of their wives, Zaim's eyes immediately found Helena. Their gazes locked for a few seconds before they started their Tawaf around the Kaaba. They joined the crowd of pilgrims, and as they began walking, Zaim noticed how the crowd pressed in from all sides.

Without a word, he moved closer to Helena, forming a protective barrier around her with his arms without actually touching her. Helena stiffened at first, turning her head towards him, as she was not used to the closeness, but she didn't pull away.

"Don't give me that look. Stay close; it's crowded," he said softly then looked at the straight and continued. "And I know you don't want to be touched by any na-mehram other than your mehram."

Helena didn't respond but allowed herself to remain within the safety of his arms. She turned her head back and resumed her Tawaf, her heart racing as light rain gently fell, making the environment even more beautiful and mesmerizing.

Zaim guided her carefully through the crowd, making sure she wasn't jostled or separated. Each time someone got too close, he subtly adjusted, shielding her with his presence.

As they moved together, the world outside seemed to fade, leaving just the two of them in this sacred space. Helena could feel the warmth of his protection, even though she still held onto her resentment. For now, she let him protect her, at least until the Tawaf was complete.

After spending a few days in Makkah, they all headed to Madina. Once they reached Madina, they performed some nawafil and sent Salam to the Prophet (PBUH) at Roza-e-Rasool. After spending a few peaceful days there, they eventually made their way to Japan.

After hours of flying, they landed at the airport around 9 PM. As they stepped off the plane, a line of luxury cars awaited them:

a Mercedes-Benz S65 AMG,

Aston Martin DB11,

Range Rover Autobiography,

Porsche Panamera,

Maserati Quattroporte,

and

Ferrari Porto-fino M.

All arranged by Zaim to pick them and their luggage.

As soon as the suitcases were loaded, Helena ran towards Ahmed. Seeing her running toward him, Ahmed's heart grew heavier. When she reached him, she stopped, and Ahmed cupped her face one last time, his eyes scanning every inch of her face. Then, without a word, Helena wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, hugging him as if she never wanted to let go.

Ahmed held her back, his heart sinking as he felt the tears filling up in his eyes. When he noticed that Helena had started crying, he gently caressed her head with one hand and softly spoke,

"Don't cry, my child, my dearest daughter. Your Baba loves you more than anything. I know you'll handle whatever life throws your way." His voice was steady, but the pain in his eyes betrayed him.

Everyone watched the scene unfold, their eyes tearing up as they witnessed the deep bond between Ahmed and Helena.

They stayed like that for a long time, just holding onto each other, both trying to memorize the warmth of the other's embrace. Finally, Helena pulled back, and Ahmed gently wiped away her tears. He cupped her face once more and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. Helena closed her eyes as tears streamed down her cheeks.

Ahmed then tilted his head slightly and saw Zaim watching them, his innocent expression showing that Zaim was about to cry. "Such a sweetest and cutest groom,"  Ahmed blinked to signal Zaim to come closer, and Zaim quickly stepped forward, standing beside Helena.

Ahmed took both of Helena's hands, kissed them, then released one and took Zaim's hand, placing Helena's hand into his. Helena closed her eyes, and Zaim stared at his hand, feeling the weight of the moment.

Ahmed spoke with a deep, emotional tone, "She is my dearest and most beloved daughter, Zaim. Take care of her, and never let her cry, no matter what happens. I raised her with all my love and care; she's the most precious flower in my garden, the piece of my heart and today, I am entrusting both my flower and my heart to you."

Tears streamed continuously from Helena's eyes as she listened to her father's words, her gaze fixed on him. Zaim nodded quickly, overwhelmed by the responsibility and emotion of the moment.

"I promise, Uncle. "I'll do my best to protect her, love her with all my heart, and give her my time—whether she needs me or not. I'll become her MOHAMMAD and YOUSUF."

Helena suddenly looked at him knowing she had once told him what kind of spouse she dreamed of, someone like Hazrat Mohammad (PBUH) and Hazrat Yusuf (A.S).

"I'll do everything to make her happy, even if it costs me my life. I'll let her live as she always wanted, and I promise you that.

I'm not a perfect man, but I will do everything I can to be the perfect spouse for her, someone she feels peace with."

Her cheeks burned slightly as Zaim continued, his voice steady and filled with sincerity.

I'll stand by her through every up and down and show her every day how special she is to me. I'll make sure she feels loved and valued—not just in words, but in everything I do."

Helena's gaze remained fixed on Zaim, her emotions swirling inside her. Zaim continued, "You have my word, Uncle Ahmed. I will honor these promises and dedicate my life to making my wife happy."

Ahmed smiled, feeling satisfied by Zaim's heartfelt words. He hugged Zaim tightly, seeing the truth and sincerity in his face, then pulled Helena into the hug as well.

After that, everyone took turns hugging Helena and Zaim, bidding them farewell with heavy hearts.

Zaim opened the front door of his Aston Martin DB11, gesturing for Helena to sit inside. She carefully gathered her nikkah dress—she had put it back on under Jessica's instructions—and Zaim helped, holding the fabric so she could sit gracefully.

Once she was settled, he closed the door and gestured playfully to Ryan with both fingers from his forehead before heading to the driver's seat.

Everyone else had settled into the cars Zaim had arranged for the Ahmadi family, while Ali and Jessica rode with a driver in another car.

Zaim looked over at Helena, he asked with a grin, "Shall we go, my lady?"

Helena felt her cheeks flush at his words, stealing a glance at him before snapping, "I've told you before, don't be clingy in front of me. And stop asking my permission for every little thing you do."

Zaim chuckled softly at her irritated reaction but didn't respond. Helena shot him a look of disbelief and added, "Why aren't you moving? Everyone's waiting for your signal."

Zaim smirked, his voice teasing as he replied, "Until you give me the word, I can't even move this car. My car, my life, and I are all obedient to you."

With an exasperated sigh, Helena muttered, "Aghh, I can't deal with this. Where have I gotten myself stuck, ya Allah? Just drive already Zaim."

Zaim chuckled again to himself, thinking, "My cutest baby rose," before saying, "Bismillah," and starting the engine.

The ride passed in silence, with no conversation between them. The drivers dropped the Ahmadi family at their house, while the Mohammadi family waited outside their mansion. Zaim had prepared something special for Helena, so everyone was eagerly waiting for their arrival.

As they neared the road leading to the mansion, Zaim unexpectedly stopped the car. Helena looked at him in confusion but didn't ask anything. Zaim signaled to one of his men, and within seconds, Helena's eyes widened as the starry sky above them lit up with crazy fireworks.

Zaim drove slowly, the road ahead lined beautifully with fresh red roses, as if the entire area had just been decorated. Helena's eyes sparkled as she watched the crazy fireworks explode above, and the decorations came into view. Among the lights and flowers, she spotted a message written in glowing letters:

"HAPPY MARRIAGE TO ZAIM & HELENA."

Zaim, always one to capture the moment, pulled out his phone and started recording. He began with himself, then turned the camera to Helena, who sat wide-eyed and smiling, her face illuminated by the lights and fireworks.

She gazed at everything, mesmerized, while Zaim quietly filmed, capturing every moment of her wonder and joy as a memory.

As they reached the main gate of the mansion, Zaim stepped out of the car, glancing at Helena, who was still mesmerized by the fireworks lighting up the sky. He walked around to her side and, with a playful smile, leaned down and opened her door.

"Come out," he said softly, his body inclined toward the door. Helena turned her head, eyebrows slightly furrowed, noticing his outstretched hand. But instead of taking it, she stepped out on her own, carefully holding the hem of her dress.

Zaim withdrew his hand, stepping back to give her space, though he gently lifted the sides of her gown to help her stand properly.

As they stood together by the car, a few photographers, hidden from view, discreetly captured the moment. Zaim had instructed them to photograph every expression and interaction without making themselves visible, keeping their moments private yet documented.

Still captivated by the vibrant fireworks, Helena murmured,

"That's insane."

Zaim chuckled at her reaction and said, "lets go, my wifey? There's a lot more to see."

Helena gave him a surprised look but didn't respond, moving toward the mansion while lifting the bottom of her dress. The mansion itself looked like something out of a fairytale—flowers, lights, and lavish decorations adorned every corner, and a red carpet stretched out to welcome them.

As they reached the garden, the fireworks continued overhead. There, a large screen had been set up, and the Ahmadi family was on a video call, watching the couple with smiles of joy. Ali and Jessica stood in the garden, along with several maids who were throwing rose petals over the newlyweds, while fragrant candles flickered softly from every corner of the garden.

Helena, overwhelmed with happiness, approached the screen. Her smile was bright, but tears of joy welled in her eyes, and she placed her hand over her mouth as emotions overtook her. Zaim joined her, leaning in and whispering gently, "Don't cry my love and live in the moment."

Helena nodded and wiped away her tears. She then stepped a little further from Zaim, trying to regain her own space, but he let it pass, choosing not to let the small gesture ruin the beauty of the moment. The night was about celebration, and Zaim decided to savor every second, knowing there was still so much more to unfold.

After the call ended, Zaim and Helena made their way toward the mansion's hall, which was just as beautifully decorated with lights and red roses. As they reached the hall, the fireworks ended, but before Helena could step inside, Zaim leaned in close to her ear, his voice soft and teasing.

"I planned something special for you, wifey. Since you liked the fireworks..."

Helena's gaze fixed on him and he said, winking at her. He placed his hand on her waist and pulled her close with a sudden force, causing her hands to land on his chest. Helena's heart raced at his touch, and a shiver ran down her spine while Zaim's other hand casually rested in his kurta pocket. He gazed up at the sky, still bright with lights, and said, "Look at the sky. Isn't it beautiful?"

Helena turned her head, her jaw dropping in amazement. Her eyes sparkled as she saw their names—Helena & Zaim—appear in the sky, with many sky lanterns flying and colorful smoke swirling around.

"That's crazy, Zaim," she muttered in awe.

Zaim smiled, his gaze softening as he looked at her face with deep love and affection.

"But Zaim is crazy for his beautiful wife. Welcome to the mansion, sweetheart, and welcome to my heart. Thank you for coming into my life."

Helena, who had been entranced by the sky, gulped nervously, feeling her heart thumping wildly like a rollercoaster, but she stayed silent, unsure how to respond to the intensity of his words.

Zaim then picked up a sky lantern from the table and, after lighting it, released it into the sky with Helena.

Once they inside the hall, Jessica gently guided Helena to sit on a plush couch, noticing the exhaustion visible on her face, she said. "go my baby you need some rest. Clara will take you to your room however Zaim had to step out for a call."

Jessica called for Clara, who quickly appeared and was instructed to ensure Helena was comfortable. Clara led Helena upstairs, down a hallway adorned with fresh red roses, bouquets, and tall candles that filled the air with their delicate scent.

The soft glow of the candles added to the romantic ambiance, making the walk till the room even more special.

They reached  Zaim's room as they entered the room the space was filled with the rich fragrance of fresh roses, and long candles were strategically placed, casting a warm, intimate glow throughout the room that made the room even more beautiful and fragrant like the whole mansion.

Helena scanned the whole room, feeling an odd sensation creeping up her spine. Her heart raced as she realized she was in a new place—a place that was now part of her life.

Clara helped Helena onto the royal bed, adjusting her dress gently before stepping aside. Helena still couldn't stop her eyes from wandering around the room, taking in the luxurious decorations and the pictures of Zaim that adorned the walls.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. It opened slowly, and Zaim entered the room. His eyes immediately found Helena sitting on the bed, and with every step he took towards her, she felt her heart grow heavier at every step of Zaim coming towards her.

Helena looked at him with hateful eyes and saw Zaim sitting on the bed in front of her, his legs hanging off the edge, and one hand resting on the bed. He moved slightly towards the nightstand. Helena, thinking he intended to come closer to her, she quickly spoke, moving back a little.

"Zaim."

He stopped.

"Try to keep your distance from me," she said, her voice firm.

Zaim straightened his posture with confusion in his eyes. Then without a word, he leaned toward the nightstand again. Helena stayed quiet and watched, she then closed her eyes as his scent filled the air, as how close he was.

She then opened her eyes and glanced at his sharp jawline, her gaze shifting to the dimple that appeared as he tried to suppress a smile. He finally opened the drawer, took out a jewelry box, and sat upright.

Helena stared at the large box in his hand. Zaim held it out to her, gesturing with his eyes for her to take it. Hesitantly, she accepted the box and opened it. The moment her eyes landed on the heavy, luxurious necklace, sparkling with diamonds, her jaw dropped, eyes wide in surprise. Zaim, who had been watching her closely, smiled at her reaction.

"This is your wedding gift. How is it, Rose?" he asked.

Helena snapped back to reality, looking back at Zaim quickly shutting the box and handing it back to him. Zaim confused then Helena said,

"Zaim, the only reason I agreed to this marriage is because of my father. You may be my husband, but I'll never be a wife to you. I hate you, Zaim, to the core of my heart. So, no, this doesn't belong to me, and I'm not impressed by it."

Zaim stared at her for a moment before his gaze shifted away. He smiled, but it was a smile filled with pain. Helena stood up from the bed, grabbed a pillow, and started toward the couch. Zaim got up as well, turning his body toward her.

"Helena," he called after her. She stopped and turned to face him.

"What now, Zaim? I've already told you this marriage is fake for me, and it should be for you too. I will never love you. You will never have the right to touch me, because I will never let you be a husband to me."

Her words felt like a knife twisting in his mind. Somewhere deep down, Zaim had thought that maybe, after the marriage, Helena might soften toward him. But her hate wasn't just hate—it had become her ego.

"This marriage may be fake for you, but it's the most important part of my life. And you—Rose—you are more important to me than anything else. I love—"

"Zaim!" she cut him off, her hand raised as she spoke, her voice sharper now.

"I hate this. I hate that I was forced into this. Every time I look at you, I'm reminded that this is not the life I wanted. You are a constant reminder of everything I've lost."

"And what about everything you could gain?" Zaim replied, but his voice was little calmer than her. "You're so busy resenting this marriage that you can't see what's right in front of you. I'm not your enemy, Rose. I'm your husband, and I'm not going anywhere."

Helena shook her head, her voice trembling with emotion.

"This was never supposed to be my life. I can't just pretend everything's fine, that this is what I wanted. You don't get it, Zaim—I didn't choose you. I was pushed into this, and I hate it. I hate that you're a part of this."

"You may not have chosen me," Zaim said, stepping closer, "but I chose you. And I'll keep choosing you, every single day. You can push me away, hate me, fight me—but I'm not giving up on us. This marriage may have started under pressure, but it doesn't have to end that way. I'll fight for us, even if you won't, I won't give up on us until death."

Helena's eyes narrowed, her fury rising. "What are you trying to prove, Zaim? That you can make me fall in love with you? That you can somehow turn this nightmare into a fairy tale? Stop deluding yourself. I'm not some prize for you to win. I'll never love anyone."

Zaim's gaze softened, but his response was firm. "You misunderstand me. Don't compare me to every other man, especially not to Alex."

Helena's eyes flashed with pain at the mention of Alex, and for a moment, it felt as though someone had stabbed her heart.

"And one day, I'll prove to you that I'm nothing like Alex or any other man. I've waited for you for years, Rose. I've yearned for you. And that's enough now for me that you're here, in my room, as my wife. I'll prove to you that you love me too."

Her anger boiled over at his words, and the mention of Alex made her voice tremble, heavy with tears. "You know what, Zaim? The punishment for my sins has already come in this world. I didn't think I'd be punished so swiftly—in the form of your presence."

Zaim softened at her words, his gaze lingering on her angry expression—his favorite look of hers, though she didn't know it. He stepped closer, gently taking the pillow from her hand, his eyes locking with hers.

"Mmmhmm it's not like that, maybe you see my presence as punishment, but for me, I have received the reward for my good deeds in the form of your presence.

Helena's fury still same, but Zaim simply chuckled and walked to the couch. As he sat down, he glanced back at her.

"You sleep on the bed, I'll take the couch."

Helena turned her head towards Zaim, her expression neutral. He was lying on the bed in the same outfit, without the waistcoat, one hand behind his head as he watched her. he propped himself up slightly and said with a smirk, "Go get some sleep. We'll continue this tomorrow, my cutest wifey."

Helena, annoyed, muttered under his breath, "Psycho,"  She moved toward the cupboard and opened it. Her eyes scanned the rows of nightgowns and heavy, colorful dresses.

"Ugh, don't tell me he's obsessed with all these fancy clothes. Yah man I just need something comfortable ! How would I wear these now?" She shut the slide door with a frustrated sigh, unaware that Zaim was watching her, still chuckling to himself.

Helena rested her head against the cupboard door, eyes closed in exasperation. Zaim, his head supported by his palm, couldn't help but smile, thoroughly entertained by her little dilemma. She opened the cupboard again, searching through the dresses with a pout.

"You don't have to wear one if you don't want to." Zaim teased, laughing softly.

Helena eyes widened at his statement and felt her cheeks burn and heart raced then she said in angry voice, "Shut up, Zaim! Don't push your luck."

Zaim burst out laughing, and Helena slammed the slide shut, storming back to the bed, holding her heavy dress. She sat down, glaring at him, furious at how easily he got under her skin.

Zaim sat half and looked at her, resting her elbow on the couch and asked with a grin "What's wrong, wifey? Planning to sleep in that heavy dress?"

Helena shot him a death glare, spreading the blanket and lying down, wrapping it tightly around herself as she tired of getting constantly pissed off by him. She stared up at the ceiling in fuming.

"Better to wear this than those revealing, ridiculous dresses."

Zaim chuckled, clearly enjoying her discomfort. "Yah Rose, If you don't like my taste, you could always wear one of my hoodies or shirts. It'd be more comfortable at this hour, wouldn't it?" He laughed slightly again,

Without looking at him, she retorted, "I would like to sleep in my own clothes either, thank you very much."

Hours later, Helena awoke at tahajjud time, feeling restless in the heavy dress. The unfamiliar environment didn't help either. She turned over and saw Zaim in the corner of the room, praying Tahajjud. For a moment she found herself watching him, mesmerized by the peacefulness in his posture.

As he finished his prayer, folded the mat and placed it on its rightful place, he then saw she was sitting on the bed and staring at him. Walking towards the couch, he teased, "Was I that handsome while praying that you couldn't take your eyes off me, sweetheart?"

Helena narrowed her eyes in irritation. "Who said that? You're full of yourself Zaim," she shot back, rolling her eyes before lying down again.

Zaim chuckled, clearly amused, and settled down on the couch. He soon drifted off to sleep, but Helena remained awake, she was feeling uncomfortable in her dress. She glanced at the couch where Zaim was sleeping, then quietly unwrapped herself from the blanket.

Holding her dress tightly, she tiptoed to the cupboard, sliding it open as quietly as possible. She grabbed a simple black nightgown and slipped into the changing room.

Once she changed, she rushed back to the bed, carefully wrapping herself up in the blanket, making sure her neck was covered, just in case Zaim woke up and saw her. Only then did she allow herself to relax and drift back to sleep.

As it was morning and Helena was sleeping soundly, Zaim woke up at 9 am as he slept after performing fjr and shukr nawafil, he made his way towards bathroom just then his gaze fell on Helena still peacefully asleep, The sunlight illuminated her face, and he noticed a few strands of hair that had fallen across her face.

As he moved closer, Zaim was captivated by the sight of her, the blanket only covering her waist, leaving her milky white arms exposed in the net fabric of her black gown. His heart raced at an abnormal speed, and he felt as if time had stopped.

"Wallahi, a living hoor."

He whispered, his jaw dropping in awe. He then placed his hand over his heart and felt goosebumps lingered all over his spine, he then said while looking at her. "I can't take my eyes off you, Rose."

Leaning in, he removed the hair away from her face, wanting to be closer. He felt the urge to kiss her cheek, but just then, the harsh words she had spoken last night echoed in his mind:

"Try to maintain the distance.

You will not be allowed to touch me.

This will be a fake marriage from me, and it should be from you too.

I will never love you.

I'll never let you get the right of being husband.

You may be my husband, but I'll not be your wife."

He then stepped back, straightening up as he smiled looking at her. "I'll prove it one day, Rose, that I'm not like other men and how much I love and respect you more than anything." With that, he gently tucked the blanket around her neck and left for the bathroom.

A little while later, Helena stirred awake, sitting up slowly. She glanced at the couch where Zaim had slept last night then scanned the room but Zaim was nowhere to be seen. She pulled the blanket tighter around herself. Just then, the bathroom door opened, and Zaim emerged wearing a bathrobe, towel in hand, rubbing his hair.

He saw Helena's frantic movements as she quickly pulled the blanket up to cover herself, making sure it didn't fall as she saw him coming from the bathroom while rubbing his hair with a towel.

They made eye contact, and Zaim immediately understood why Helena did this. He suppressed a laugh but smiled a little. Helena narrowed her eyes as she watched Zaim walk towards the nightstand. She pulled the blanket up again while he searched for something in the drawer.

"Sleep well, hmm?" Zaim asked, rummaging through a drawer. "Well, you look more comfortable, fresh, pretty…" He paused, locking eyes with her, and leaned in slightly closer. "And damn hot in that black silk gown."

She felt her cheeks burn, and her heart raced more than before while she continued looking into his light brown eyes. She tightened her fist around the blanket and held her breath. He straightened his posture, returned to the cupboard to get his clothes, smiling brightly as he said,

"Release your breath, wifey." Helena exhaled, her heart still racing. She muttered just loud enough for Zaim to hear, "Astagfirullah, where have I ended up? Ya Illahi, have mercy on me, please."

After getting dressed in a plain white tee and blue jeans, Zaim left the room and went downstairs.

After Zaim left, Helena stood from the bed, pulling off the blanket, and stepped towards the door. She locked it and took a deep sigh before moving towards the cupboard to search for something to wear, she made a pout searching through her outfits just then her eyes landed on a royal blue gown with delicate embroidery. She took it out and headed to the changing room.

Once she had changed, she draped her hijab like a dupatta, applied minimal makeup, as she disliked heavy makeup, and wore golden pumps that matched her dress. As she made her way downstairs, she heard familiar laughter and giggles echoing through the hallway.

Out of Curiousity she descended the stairs and spotted Ryan, Faris, Nura, and Fatima talking with Zaim and Jessica. A wide, bright smile spread across her face, and she called out loudly, "Yah guys!"

Everyone turned their heads towards Helena, who was beaming with happiness. She hurried towards them, ignoring Zaim's playful warning,

"Yahh, Rose, run slowly, or you'll fall."

Because she was Overwhelmed with excitement, she approached them and hugged Fatima tightly, followed by Faris and Nura, then greeted Ryan with a warm "Salam." Tears of joy welled up in her eyes as she asked, "When did you all arrive? Why didn't you let me know?"

Fatima smiled and replied, "Because we wanted to surprise you."

Helena wiped away her tears as Zaim teased Fatima with a mock serious tone, "Yahh Fatima, I'll sue you for making my Rose cry like this."

Everyone laughed, including Helena, who responded, "Shut up, Zaim, these are tears of joy."

Zaim then moved closer to her, placing his hand around her waist.  Helena got uncomfortable and hesitant at his attempt, but she didn't say anything since everyone was watching. He looked deeply into her hazel green eyes and said,

"If you're this happy with these small gestures, I'll put the world at your feet just to make you happy, sweetheart."

Everyone started hooting however Helena's cheeks flushed, and her heart raced. Clearing her throat, she gently removed his hand from her waist and shifted her attention to Fatima, she asked, "Why didn't Mama and Baba come? You should have brought them too." She pouted dramatically.

Fatima explained, "Baba had some office work, and Mama had a slight headache from all the wedding stress. You know how much she take stress. She's resting, so we didn't want to bother her."

"Was the headache severe?" Helena asked with concern.

Fatima shook her head. "Mmhmm, Not at all, just a minor pain. She took a painkiller."

Helena nodded, wiping away her tears, as Zaim interrupted,

"Rose, won't you ask them to sit, or are you just going to keep talking like that?"

Helena glanced at Zaim before turning back to her siblings and said them to sit.

Meanwhile, Jessica instructed Clara to set the table for breakfast that had arrived from the Ahmadi house. It was a family tradition for the Ahmadi family to send breakfast to the newlyweds the morning after the wedding. Helena stood nearby, directing Clara to set everything on the table when Zaim asked, "Why don't you sit down and have breakfast?"

Helena glanced at Zaim, then at everyone else, before replying, "I'll sit after serving."

But Clara will serve," Zaim insisted. "You sit down and eat. You haven't had anything since morning, and it's already 11."

Ignoring her protests, Zaim gently grabbed her by the hand and made her sit down at the chair beside him, which made her feel even more uncomfortable. She shot him a wide-eyed, slightly angry look, but Zaim too eyed him in a playful time with smiled, amused by her reaction.

"Do breakfast with your handsome husband, ok?" Everyone burst into laughter at Zaim's playful words.

Helena stared at him back with her constant expression, but Zaim casually turned his attention back to the table, placing some bread and jam on a plate. Without looking at her, he remarked,

"What now, hmm? Am I looking that tasty? But I swear, the breakfast looks more delicious than me."

Helena's eyes widened in shock, her face flushing with embarrassment at his comment. She quickly shifted her gaze to the table, while the others struggled to hold back their laughter.

Zaim wasn't done, though. With a teasing smile, he added, "So, Mrs. Mohammad Zaim, shall I feed you, or do you plan to sulk through the entire breakfast?"

Helena responded in a low and annoyed voice, " thank you very much i have hands I can eat by myself."

Zaim suppressed another laugh and leaned in closer, picking up a piece of toast. Moving it towards her mouth, he teased, "But it's tradition, isn't it? The husband feeds his new bride."

Helena shot him a fierce death glare. "Maybe in your dreams, Mohammad Zaim. Come back to reality."

"Aishh this girl and her obsession of taking my full name. I love it baby." he said in his heart.

At that moment, Fatima chimed in with a grin, "Yah, Helena, eat the first bite from your husband's hand. It's not a big deal. Even Ryan fed me the entire breakfast on our first day!"

The room echoed into playful hoots and cheers as Jessica gave Helena a knowing look, blinking her eyes as if to say, Go ahead, take the bite.

Helena locked eyes with Zaim as he slowly moved the bite toward her lips. She took it, her heart racing as she noticed his gaze linger on her lips. Just then, Ryan chimed in, and teased him, "Zaim, I didn't know you could look so domesticated. Marriage suits you, huh?"

Without breaking his focus on Helena, Zaim replied, "What can I say? I'm not an ordinary man, bro. I'm a changed man who loves his wife so much." He winked at Helena, and she rolled her eyes in response, clearly unimpressed.

As the family continued eating, Helena huffed and set her fork down with a slight clatter. Her eyes locked with Zaim's, and she said in a low, challenging voice, "I hope you're enjoying yourself, Zaim. Because I'm not. Do as much as you want; I'll see you in the room."

Zaim barely contained his laughed again then he poured her some juice, shifting the glass towards her without a word. Meanwhile, Helena, was already chatting with her siblings.

Once breakfast was over, everyone moved to the living area. Helena turned to Jessica and asked, "Aunt Jessica, I want to go home to meet my parents. Can I go with them?"

Jessica smiled warmly. "First, stop calling me and Ali 'Aunt' and 'Uncle.' From now on, you'll call us Mom and Dad, okay?"

Helena nodded in agreement, while Zaim's gaze stayed fixed on her, a subtle smile playing on his lips.

Jessica then reached over and patted Helena's hand affectionately. "Of course, my precious baby diamond, go meet your parents. Zaim will pick you up in the evening."

Helena's face lit up. She hugged Jessica, and said, "Ah, thank you so much, Mom! Let's go, Faris!"

Jessica beamed, delighted by Helena calling her "Mom," while Zaim waved his hand in disbelief. "Yah, Rose, am I invisible to you? Shouldn't you be asking me first?"

Helena turned toward Zaim, but before she could respond, Faris laughed and said, "Bro, she's Helena. She doesn't ask anyone for anything. Congrats on being a husband of Ms Helena!"

Helena shot Zaim a proud smirk, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow in victory before heading to her room to grab her clutch and phone. She left with her siblings shortly after.

Upon arriving at the Ahmadi house, Helena stepped out of the car and hurried inside. The lounge was quiet, so she headed directly to her parents' room. There, she saw her mother, Ayesha, lying on one side of the bed.

"Mama," she called softly. Ayesha turned and smiled, sitting up as Helena quickly ran toward her. They embraced tightly, Helena's eyes closed in contentment as her mother held her close. After a few moments, they parted, and Helena immediately asked about Ayesha's health, who reassured her it was just a minor headache.  

As they continued to talk, the door opened, and Ahmed entered the room. Helena turned, and her eyes sparkled with joy upon seeing her father. Without a second thought, she rushed toward him, burying her face in his chest and wrapping her arms around him tightly. Ahmed smiled, feeling her sobs against him, he gently stroked her hair.

"My Helena," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, though he tried to hold back his own tears. He chuckled softly, feeling her hold onto him even tighter.

He finally pulled back, cupping her face with his hands as she looked down. Placing a soft kiss on her forehead. Helena closed her eyes as she was feeling peaceful around him. She said,

"I missed you baba, I missed you so much."  He laughed a little again and replied,

"A piece of my heart, my everything. Baba missed you too, my little princess."

Ahmed made her sit on the bed and everyone engrossed in talking and ask about her first day at Mohammadi villa.

As the night settled in, everyone gathered in the lounge for dinner. The peaceful evening was interrupted by a knock at the door. Faris stood and made his way to the entrance. When he opened the door, he saw Zaim standing there. With a warm welcome, Faris invited him inside.

Zaim walked into the lounge with his usual charm, saying, "Assalamualaikum beautiful ladies and handsome gentlemen."

Everyone laughed at his statement before responding, "Walaikum assalam." Helena glanced up and their eyes locked for a brief moment. Fatima, sitting next to Helena, stood up and said with a smiled. "Zaim, come sit with Helena."

Just as Zaim was about to take the seat, Helena interjected, "It's okay, Fatima. He can sit anywhere."

Zaim looked at her with playfull piercing gaze. Helena tilted her head slightly, giving him a challenging "what" look. With a smirk, Zaim pulled the chair closer and said, still locking eyes with her,

"Thank you, Fatima, for letting me sit next to my newlywed wife."

He then gave Fatima a dramatic smile after shifting his gaze towards Fatima. Fatima laughed, sitting beside Ryan, and Zaim continued, "I'm highly honored by this gesture."

Meanwhile, Ahmed smiled and turned to Ayesha, who was serving food, "Ayesha, serve Zaim some food."

Before Ayesha could react, Helena cut in, her tone filled with attitude, "Mama, he must have already eaten at home. Haven't you?" She raised an eyebrow, playfully smirking as she spoke, her spoon held in one hand while her other hand rested casually on the table.

Zaim met her playful idea head-on, a small smile playing on his lips. "I haven't eaten because I wanted to eat with my wife. And no need to serve me, Mama. Helena will do the honors. She's my wife, after all."

Helena froze mid-bite, her spoon clattering softly onto her plate. She glared at Zaim, who kept his playful smile intact and added, "What's with that look, dear wifey? Serve your husband, do hurry."

Ahmed chuckled at the light banter between them and chimed in, "He's right, Helena. Serve your husband, and feed him with your own hands."

Helena's internal frustration bubbled up.

No.

Never.

Aghhh. I've trapped myself. Her mind raced.

You little fool, Helena.

You should've kept quiet as you know him.

Now, look at the situation.

All praises to you Ms Helena

She gritted her teeth, mentally berating herself for walking right into Zaim's trap.

Zaim, sensing her irritation, smirked even more. "Serve me, Rose  and feed me, I'm waiting," he repeated, clearly enjoying the situation  

She snapped back to reality, and clenched her jaw, scooped some rice and curry onto a spoon, and moved the bite toward Zaim's lips. Her eyes remained fixed on him with a constant expression, Zaim struggled to suppress his laughter, his smirk betraying his amusement. Helena knew all too well that he was savoring this moment, she was barely restraining herself from picking something up and smashing it over Zaim's head.

She fed him the bite with barely contained annoyance, quickly placing the spoon back on his plate and muttering, "He's grown enough to eat by himself, Baba." She rolled her eyes dramatically, visibly irritated, Zaim chuckled and enjoyed at her reaction.

After dinner, Helena said goodbye to her family.

They reached the parking area where Zaim's car was parked. With a soft, sweet smile, Zaim opened the door for Helena. She looked at him, tilted her head slightly, rolled her eyes, and slid into the car without saying a word. Zaim then went around to the driver's seat and sat down.

"Zaim, I told you not to be clingy in front of me. What were you doing at my house in front of everyone, huh?" Helena's piercing eyes glared at him, her voice laced with irritation at his attemps.

Zaim, engrossed in his phone, briefly looked up as if he had just received an important message. "I did what a husband does," he said nonchalantly before returning to his phone.

Helena's anger bubbled up. "But I've told you already—this is a fake marriage! You won't interfere in my life, and I won't in yours. You don't have the right to act like my husband. What was that, just tell me!"

Without looking at her, Zaim calmly replied, "It's that you think about our marriage, but I don't. Now, fasten your seatbelt."

"I'm asking you something, Zaim. Answer me—what was that, huh?"

"Fasten your seatbelt, Helena," he repeated, this time with a slightly firmer tone, as he started the engine.

"I won't buckle it until you tell me!" she snapped, folding her arms stubbornly and rolling her eyes towards the window.

Zaim swiftly leaned towards her, reaching for the seatbelt pressing the belt from its holder and looked at Helena, Their faces were just inches apart, and Helena's breath caught in her throat at his stare.

She could feel his warm breath on her skin, and her heart pounded wildly. He glanced at her lips for a moment, then shifted his gaze back to her eyes before fastening the belt. She held her breath the entire time.

Zaim straightened up, grabbed the steering wheel and started driving. "You can release your breath now, baby," he teased, his voice softer with a smirk. Helena exhaled shakily, and annoyed at how her body had reacted to him.

The rest of the drive was silent. When they arrived at the Mohammadi villa, Zaim got out to open the door for Helena, but she had already stepped out before he could reach her. She walked off without a glance. Zaim kept standing there and looking at her retreating figure. He rubbed the back of his head then followed her towards the hall after parking his car.

Helena slammed her bedroom door behind her in frustration, her anger erupting like a volcano. She stormed toward the changing room, her mind spinning with thoughts of Zaim's audacity.

Zaim heard the loud slam of the door from downstairs. His chest tightened, knowing that Helena's temper had reached its peak. He quickly made his way upstairs, entering their room. He scanned the entire room, but there was no sign of Helena. He shut his eyes in regret—he hadn't meant to upset her, but it was clear was taking it on her ego

"Rose?" he called out gently, searching every corner of the room. He knocked softly on the washroom door, but the gate was half opened ,

He then called again, "Rose, are you in the changing room?"

Just as he spoke, Helena emerged from the changing room, dressed in a light pink, floor-length nightshirt that touches her feet. It was the only thing she found comfortable to sleep in. Zaim's eyes softened as he gazed at her, the color complementing her in a way that made his heart race. His lips parted slightly, and he spoke her name once more. "Rose…"

But Helena passed from him with out a word, her expression was cold, but Zaim quickly grabbed her arm and stopped her in her tracks, his grip firm but gentle. "Listen to me."

She tried to pull away, but his hold tightened. He said softly looking deep into her hazel green eyes. "I'm sorry if I hurt you with my words. I never meant—"

Helena cut him off, anger blazing in her eyes. "I'm warning you, Zaim, leave me." She tried to pull again, but his grip remained same. Her voice rose, sharp and filled with the bitterness she had been holding inside. "This marriage is a joke, Zaim! A complete and utter joke, and I told you that on the very first night. Why can't you get that through your head, huh?"

Zaim's expression darkened, though he kept silent.

Helena held a finger toward him, while she stared deep into his light brown eyes, as their faces mere inches apart.

"And don't touch me! Don't even think about coming near me. We may have to pretend in front of others, but that's all this will ever be—a pretense. There's nothing real about this… about us. Stay away from me, Zaim! I mean it. If you ever try to come close to me, I swear, I'll—"

Zaim pulled her closer, his grip on her arms firm, cutting her off mid-sentence. His eyes burned into hers, his tone sharp but controlled. "You'll what, Helena? You'll keep hating me? Keep pushing me away? Will you hit me, punish me? Do this, hit me, punish me. But tell me What exactly will you do?"

His voice was calm, almost too calm, which only made her angrier.

"Yes! I'll do whatever it takes to make sure you stay out of my life. This marriage is fake! I've told you a thousand times, Zaim, and you need to get it through your head. I'll never love you. I'll never care about you. You're nothing to me!"

Zaim's jaw tightened, though his tone remained steady. "You think you can just shut me out, pretend like I don't exist? We're married, Helena. Whether you like it or not, we're tied together."

Helena's rage boiled. "We're tied together by paper, Zaim! Nothing more. You will not become my husband by just a mere sign, you are not my husband, and will never be. You're just a stranger who forced his way into my life, and I want nothing to do with you!"

You can keep telling yourself that, Helena. Satisfy yourself, Keep pretending that this marriage doesn't matter, that I don't matter to you. But I love you with all my heart. And one day, I'll prove it to you. You can throw all the hate you want at me, but it won't change the fact that I'm your husband. You can't run from that truth, from this marriage."

Then you're a fool. Because I'll never give you what you want. Never. You're nothing but a mistake I was forced into. I'll never see you as anything more than that, and I'll never let you win with whatever evil intentions you have."

Every time I look at you, I'm reminded of how my life was ruined. I'll never forgive you for that Zaim that what I'm going through now.

Zaim's grip loosened just slightly, but his gaze never left hers. "You can try to fight me, Helena. But deep down, you know the truth. And one day, you'll see it too."

"You can throw your harshest words at me, Helena, try to hurt me as much as you want, but it won't change how I feel. You can think whatever you want about me, but my love for you is pure, and I'm not going anywhere. No matter how hard you try to push me away."

He took a step closer, his voice firm yet filled with tenderness. "You think I don't see why you're lashing out? You're scared, Helena. Scared of what we could be if you just let go of all this hate and ego. You're afraid of loving me, terrified of what that might do to you if you will fall in love with me."

Helena laughed sarcastically, rolling her eyes before looking back at him, her gaze hard. "You could disappear tomorrow, and I wouldn't even notice. That's how little you matter to me."

Her words stabbed at Zaim's chest, "You think this marriage means something? To me, it's just a prison sentence, Zaim. I'm spending every day locked up with you like a prisoner. You think you can make me love you? I'd rather die than feel anything for you."

"I wake up every day wishing you were gone. I'd be happier if you just disappeared from my life forever. I hate you to the core of my heart, and I hate every man in the world."

She yanked her arm free from his grip, turning to leave, but Zaim's voice rose, filled with pain as someone stabbed in his heart with sharp knife.

"You're only doing this because you think every man is like Alex. But not every man is like him, Helena. You can't judge me based on your past hurt. I'm not here to deceive you or play games like he did."

Helena stopped in her tracks as her breath caught in her throat, his words hitting a nerve she wasn't ready to confront and didn't supposed to listen a name of Alex in this situation. she wouldn't let him see the impact. She swallowed hard, her back still turned to him.

"I'm not the man who toyed with you, Helena. You keep comparing me to your past, thinking every man is the same. But I'm not Alex. I'm here to love you, to be your partner, not to hurt you." now her voice was calm.

Helena's fists clenched at her sides, but she didn't turn around.

"You act like every man will betray you just because of what Alex did. But I'm not him. I'm standing here, trying to make this work, despite your mistrust. I did Nikkah with you, Helena. I didn't play games or date you with some hidden agenda. My love for you is pious and clean."

"I'm fighting for us because I believe in this marriage, even if you don't. Your anger towards me isn't fair, Helena. I don't deserve this because I didn't betray you. I deserve a fair chance."

"A fair chance? Really?"She turned her body as her rage came to the last level, It was me who got ditched, who suffered for years! You have no idea what it feels like until you've gone through it yourself! I yearned, I suffered, and you don't have a clue what I went through."

Zaim's expression shifted, but he remained silent, letting her vent the storm inside her.

You yearned because of your sins, but I yearned for someone I loved with all my heart, someone I didn't even sin with whom I love the most in this whole freaking world. Why did I have to go through that? I did nothing wrong, and yet, I was punished for seven long years, searching for you like a madman. I lost the best and precious years of my life just for the sake of searching you. And now, you stand here, still judging me?"

Helena's voice cracked as her eyes filled with tears even more. Her heart felt like it was about to burst. "You don't know anything about me, Zaim. And you never will. I'll make sure of that."

I told you what hurts me, and you did it perfectly, she clapped sarcastically,

"I regret marrying you. The day I married you was the worst day of my life. Every moment with you is a reminder of how much I despise you. And now, I realize… you are the real punishment for my sins."

With that, she turned her back, lay down on her side, and pulled the blanket up, wrapping it tightly around her body, even covering her face. Her sobs continued, the pain she felt so familiar, as if she were reliving the hurt from years ago.

Zaim heard her quiet sobs and closed his eyes tightly in regret. He hadn't meant to hurt her with his words. He moved closer to her, his voice gentle as he called out after taking a deep breath.

"Rose, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, Rose. Please don't cry, it hurts me to see you like this. Rose? Are you listening to me? Rose?"

Helena tugged the blanket a little more, clearly signaling that she didn't want to listen to him, though he knew she was still awake but refusing to respond.

Zaim was feeling helpless. His heart ached seeing her like this. Unable to bear the guilt any longer, he opened the door and went to the other room. His frustration boiled over, he started throwing things around the room, smashing glass and breaking the mirror.

He blamed himself for causing Helena's pain, for being the reason she was crying. He was throwing everything like crazy, he threw the LED screen from the wall and shattered the glass of the coffee table.

Helena heard the noise from the other room, her heart pounding with fear at his outburst. She clutched the blanket tighter, tears still streaming down her face. After some time, Zaim returned to their room. It was already 2:30 in the midnight.

He saw Helena slept soundly, her blanket slipping down, he gently pulled it back up to cover her, covering her feet with blanket , tucking her in to protect her from the cold winter night.

He stood there for a while, just staring at her, then softly caressed her head, removing a strand of hair away from her face. He leaned down to kiss her gently on the side of her head.

In a quiet voice, he whispered, "I'm sorry, Rose....."

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   ♥️ HAPPY HELIM's NIKKAH ♥️

Ahhhh, sooooo finally, finally the day has come when Zaim gets married to the love of his life after many struggle !

How was the episode, guys??? I can't describe my excitement while writing this chapter with their little nok-jhok. I can say my excitement level was as high as the moon while writing it. I've waited so long for this moment, and finally, it happened!

One more thing I wanted to say: I tried my best to make their nikkah and the journey in Makkah breathtaking and overwhelming. I couldn't share more pictures because the nikkah of them I imagined in my mind is beyond both your imagination and mine. Even after trying my best, I couldn't find pictures that matched what I envisioned. If I shared pictures, it might ruin our imagination, so I decided to leave it as it is.

Sorry in advance because y'all will see Helena's cruelty towards Zaim in the early days of their married life—a little misunderstanding and a little fight that will bring them even closer.

I wanted to share one more thing with you, actually, it's a reminder about the story of Muhammad (PBUH) and Yusuf (AS). Do you remember when Helena shared her preferences regarding her spouse with Zaim while they were in Jeju Island? She said that she wanted a spouse like Prophet Muhammad (PBUH), who treated his wife dearly, spoke to her calmly and kindly, and was a perfect example of what a man should be for his wife. She also wanted a spouse like Prophet Yusuf (AS), who never looked at another non mehram woman because of his fear of Allah. Even when a rich woman tried to seduce him, he never took advantage of her; instead, he ran away. So Helena had always dreamed of having a husband like them and Zaim promised her to become a spouse like them.

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