He is my son, Not yours. Mine.

Three months later.

Hayat's pov

It has been almost four months since being married to Aayan and I wouldn't complain as I knew what being married to him would be like.

He had already told me what to expect from him.

We share a bed just like roommates do, we pray almost every prayer together.

Alhamdullilah for that.

And I still wear my hijab around him. It's weird because he is now my husband who can see my hair but I am not sure if I am his wife or someone he needed to keep him company while he still mourns for his...