38. 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠?

As Hassan drove further, I began to notice that we weren't heading into the city as usual. Instead, the scenery started to change, moving toward the outskirts, and with each passing mile, my excitement grew. The destination was still a mystery to me, but I trusted Hassan enough to know that he had something special planned. I hadn't bothered asking him where we were going because I knew he would simply avoid the question in his typical fashion.

We drove for another twenty minutes, the car filled with a comfortable silence, the soft recitation of the Quran playing in the background. The peacefulness of the moment was a stark contrast to the bubbling anticipation inside me. Finally, the car slowed as we pulled up to a dock, and I turned to Hassan with a questioning look. But he only smiled, a small, knowing grin, before turning off the ignition.

Without a word, he got out of the car, closed his door, and walked around to my side. Opening the door for me, he extended his hand, his eyes twinkling with excitement. I placed my hand in his, letting him help me out of the car. He locked the car and, with our hands still clasped together, guided me forward toward the entrance of the dock.

As we walked along the wooden deck, my mind raced with questions. The scent of the sea breeze filled the air, and I could hear the gentle lapping of the water against the boats. The dock was lined with an array of different vessels, each unique in its design and purpose. Some were small and sleek, while others were grand and luxurious, the kind you see in movies or on postcards. I couldn't even begin to count them all.

The waves were calm and blue, their surface reflecting the clear sky above. Birds chirped overhead, adding to the peaceful ambiance. The sun was bright but pleasantly warm, casting a golden glow on everything around us.

Finally, we reached the end of the dock, where a tanned caucasian man stood waiting. He was dressed casually in a polo shirt and shorts, a pair of sunglasses perched on his head. His posture was relaxed, but there was an air of professionalism about him. As we approached, he smiled and extended his hand to Hassan.

"Mr. Musa, good to see you again," the man greeted warmly as they shook hands. I just looked forward in confusion as to how Hassan would have known this stranger.

"Good to see you too, Rob," Hassan replied with a nod, his tone friendly yet businesslike.

Rob then turned to me with a polite smile. "And this must be your lovely wife," he said, giving me a respectful nod. I greeted him politely in return.

After the brief introduction, John reached into his pocket and pulled out a small set of keys, handing them over to Hassan.

"Everything's ready as you requested," John said. "You'll find her just down that way," he added, gesturing toward a sleek, white yacht docked nearby.

My eyes widened in surprise and awe as I finally realized what Hassan had planned. He had rented a yacht for us—a private escape on the water.

Hassan sported a smile as he guided me along. I followed him in speechless awe, my eyes taking in the scene before me with a mixture of wonder and disbelief.

"H-Hassan, I don't even know what to say," I stammered, my voice barely more than a whisper as I struggled to find the right words.

He glanced back at me, his smile only widening. "We have all day," he said cheekily, his tone light and playful. "I'll wait."

We finally arrived at the front of the stunning yacht, my eyes looking every which way.

The vessel was magnificent, gleaming under the sun's rays, its polished exterior reflecting the calm, blue water below. The gentle sound of the waves lapping against the hull added to the serene atmosphere, making everything feel almost dreamlike.

Hassan turned to me with that same playful smile that had been teasing me all day. "Ready for a little adventure?" he asked, his voice soft yet full of excitement.

I nodded, my heart racing with excitement. He stepped forward, carefully placing one foot onto the narrow gangplank that connected the dock to the yacht. Holding my hand firmly, he helped me onto the gangplank, making sure I had my balance before we both made our way across.

The gangplank swayed gently under our feet, but Hassan's steady grip kept me grounded. As we climbed aboard, the yacht felt even more luxurious up close. The deck was spacious, made of fine teak wood that felt smooth under my flats. A large, cushioned seating area was arranged toward the stern, with a table perfect for enjoying a meal or simply relaxing. Toward the bow, I could see plush sun loungers inviting us to sit and take in the view.

Hassan led me to the main deck, where the soft leather seats also beckoning us to relax. The yacht was very maintained, every detail carefully attended to. Stainless steel railings lined the edges, giving the entire vessel a sleek, modern look.

Once we were both on board, Hassan walked me over to the seating area and made sure I was comfortable before he began to explore the yacht's controls. He walked over to the helm, where a control panel awaited, complete with polished wood accents and gleaming instruments.

"You can drive this thing?" I asked in surprise and awe. What else can he do that I don't know of?

"I learned how to years back, just for fun, and it just came in handy" He said as he glanced back at me with a wink.

I took a moment to soak it all in, the gentle rocking of the yacht beneath me, the fresh sea air filling my lungs, and the open expanse of water that lay ahead. It was a perfect setting, almost surreal in its beauty and tranquility.

Hassan turned on the engine, and a soft purr filled the air, vibrating through the entire yacht. The sound was calming, almost like a gentle hum, as the yacht came to life beneath us.

With a steady hand, Hassan eased the throttle forward, and the yacht began to glide away from the dock. The motion was so smooth it felt like we were floating, the yacht effortlessly cutting through the calm water. The shoreline slowly receded behind us, the docks and buildings becoming smaller as the open sea spread out before us.

I got up and stood beside Hassan, my hand resting on the back of his seat as he steered us toward the vast blue horizon. The wind picked up slightly, tousling my khimar and carrying the fresh scent of saltwater to my senses.

After a few minutes of guiding the yacht, Hassan turned to me with a smile. "Now, for the best part," he said, and I watched as he began to press a series of buttons on the control panel as I watched in confusion.

I watched intently as he activated the yacht's autopilot system. The digital screen lit up, displaying our route across the water, and with a final press, Hassan engaged the self-drive mode.

The yacht continued its smooth journey, but now, Hassan was free from the controls. He leaned back, letting out a satisfied sigh as the yacht steered itself through the water.

Hassan turned to me, his expression relaxed and content. "There we go. Now we can really enjoy this," he said, taking my hand and leading me back to the seating area on the deck.

We settled into the plush cushions, the yacht's gentle movement creating a soothing rhythm. The sun was beginning to dip lower in the sky, casting a warm, golden light over the water. It was the perfect setting—the two of us, alone on the open sea, with nothing to do but enjoy each other's company.

Hassan turned to me with a grin. "Surprise," he said, his voice filled with pride and affection.

I wrapped my arms around Hassan's shoulders without a word, my excitement bubbling over as I playfully squealed in his ear. His deep, rich chuckle resonated through me, a sound that never failed to make me smile. It was one of those rare, unguarded moments where I could express the full extent of my joy without saying a word, and he understood it perfectly.

As I pulled back from the hug, I couldn't contain the words that rushed out of me. "Thank you so much for this. You're so sweet and thoughtful. I feel so happy right now," I gushed, my heart full to the brim with gratitude and love.

Hassan's response was immediate and heartfelt. "Anything for you, my love," he said, his voice low and sincere. He drew me even closer, guiding my legs onto his lap in one fluid motion. The gesture was so effortless, so intimate, that I couldn't help but laugh at how naturally he did it, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

His hand gently caressed the side of my khimar, his fingers tracing soft patterns as he looked into my eyes with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat.

"I missed you," he murmured softly, the words barely more than a breath. His gaze was steady, filled with a depth of emotion that made me feel like the only person in the world. The way he looked at me, the way he spoke—it was as if time had stopped, and I was in no hurry to get back to reality.

Hassan still had this ability to make me feel as though we were just teenagers. His words, his actions always made me feel a flutter of nerves.

My heart raced in response to his confession, and I couldn't help but echo his feelings. "I missed you too," I whispered, my voice laced with affection. "I mean, I love the little family we are, and every moment with our baby is so precious to me. But I'm glad we're able to have moments like this to ourselves. Just us."

Our lives had changed so much since the birth of our son, and while I cherished every second with our little one, there was something incredibly special about these moments when it was just the two of us. It reminded me that, at the heart of it all, we were still the same couple who had fallen in love so quickly after they reunited from childhood.

Hassan smiled at my words, "We'll always have each other," he promised, his voice a soothing balm to my soul. "No matter how busy life gets, no matter how much changes, moments like these will always be ours."

We stayed there and spoke about any and everything as the sun gradually sank downwards, the evening creeping in quickly.

After we finished praying Maghrib, I was pleasantly surprised when a door opened, and a few staff members entered, pushing trollies of food. They quietly set up a three-course meal for us, adding yet another unexpected delight to the evening.

The meal was delicious . Each dish was clearly crafted by skilled hands, and Hassan and I enjoyed every bite with the gentle sound of the waves in the background. The combination of delicious food, the peaceful setting, and being together made it all feel perfect.

As we ate, I couldn't help but smile, realizing how much thought and care Hassan had put into making this moment special. The night was truly one to remember.

I looked around the yacht, my excitement bubbling over as I noticed something and let out another squeal. Without a second thought, I jumped up and grabbed Hassan's hand, pulling him up with me. He followed, slightly confused but smiling, as I dragged him to the bow of the ship. Once we reached the front, I spread my arms wide, letting the breeze wash over me.

I glanced over my shoulder at him, grinning. "Will you be my Jack?" I asked playfully, referencing the famous scene from Titanic.

Hassan chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. He stepped closer behind me, mimicking my pose, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered, "Yes. Except this time, we live for each other."

I turned to look at my sweet man and whispered back "Inshaa Allah", my voice filled with emotion. He echoed my words softly, his eyes never leaving mine.

After a brief pause, I cleared my throat, trying to compose myself for what I was going to do before he made my heart flutter.

Trying my best to channel my inner Rose, I exclaimed, "I'm flying, Jack!" in an overly dramatic tone.

Hassan couldn't hold back his laughter at my poor impersonation. His deep, genuine laugh was contagious, and soon I was laughing along with him, completely breaking character. "Stop," I said through my laughter, though I didn't really want him to. His joy was infectious, and the moment felt perfect, just the two of us being silly together, making memories on the open sea.

After some time spent quietly gazing at the ocean together, Hassan gently turned me around to face him. He reached up and lifted my niqab, his eyes locking onto mine with a tender expression that made my heart swell. I smiled softly, feeling the warmth of his gaze.

"I love you," I said, wrapping my arms around his waist and leaning into him.

"I love you more," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper as he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead.

"Impossible," I countered, shaking my head playfully. But he only smiled, pulling me even closer until there was no space left between us. The moonlight cast a soft glow over his features, making him look even more handsome in the quiet of the night.

"You open my heart, and you'll find your name engraved inside, every beat calling out your name," he murmured, his words wrapping around me like a warm embrace.

In that moment, with the moonlight shimmering on the waves and Hassan holding me close, it felt like time had paused just for us. Allah had mercy on us and gave us this perfect, serene moment, filled with nothing but love. Love for his sake. Which was the purest of them all .

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