"So how was the therapy?" Aslan asked, folding the sleeves of his shirt."It went well nothing new," she shrugged scrolling through her twitter feed.Aslan sighed, sitting at the edge of the bed. He had been trying to get her to open up since she came back from visiting the therapist, but all he got were vague answers."So when did you...umm...learn..." he stuttered, trying to find the right words to say. He couldn't think of any word to use, lest he offends her."That I was crazy?" she chuckled, locking her phone and facing him."You aren't crazy," he frowned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You're schizoid and schizoid people are not crazy. Though temperamental at times but definitely not crazy.""Did you somehow earn a degree in psychology overnight?" she teased, throwing her feet off the bed. "You seem to know a lot about my disorder than I do, Dr Aslan."

A Week LaterNajmah added the last finishing touch to her makeup-free face then capped the tube of lip gloss, a slow smile dancing on her lips. She left the vanity table and went towards the full-length mirror standing by the side of the walk-in closet. It was an addition by Lale who in her opinion thinks that a lady's room without a full-length mirror to appreciate her features is like a bachelor's pad.Najmah hadn't seen the need for it as she rarely looked at herself in the mirror and the room wasn't hers to begin with but today was an exception. Aslan was taking her out for sightseeing, and she wanted to look her best.At 5'6, Najmah stood with doll-like features which were her most significant assets. Her body sat in between slender and curvy which was an advantage on her part as she's able to work any outfit she wore. Her shoulder length African hair which she had used a lot of years taking care of it with natural oi

Their plane landed in Charles De Gaulle Airport after a three and a half hour flight, making Najmah sigh in relief. She had held onto Aslan's hand when they were about to take off, clenching her eyes shut till they were finally in air and now wasn't any different.As passengers scrambled off their seats, Najmah was busy doing breathing exercise while Aslan held her tightly. When she finally calmed down, they grabbed their luggage and exited the plane.They went through the preliminaries at the airport with the immigration, and when their passports were stamped, they headed outside to find their ride sent from the hotel.He held her hand in his as they scanned the crowd of chauffer’s with placards.Aslan saw one that had his name on it and raised his hand to gain the chauffer’s attention to them. Once he sighted them, he dropped the placard and moved towards them. He shook Aslan'

Najmah twisted and turned in her sleep, muttering incoherently as she sat up in bed. Her head was still spinning from the night's event, and her sleep induced mind was finding it hard to get up from the bed.She rubbed at her eyes tiredly, trying to get her bearings. She looked to her left and saw that Aslan's side of the bed was neat and tidy as if he hadn't slept on it or did he? Her brows creased with confusion as she tried to remember if he had come to bed or not. She shrugged then laid her head back on the pillow, drawing the duvet over her head and soon enough her breathes evened out into a slow pattern.{••}12 noonShe pried her eyes open and took in her surrounding, noticing that she was alone again. She sighed then threw the duvet off her body and climbed down from the bed.She padded into the bathroom and took a shower, washing away an

The days rolled by quickly, marking the third month of Aslan and Najmah's marriage. There wasn't much progress in their relationship as Aslan had gotten busy with work and was hardly at home.Najmah on the other hand, had gotten pretty close with Hilal, the two spent every single day together. Najmah had gotten used to being around the Sadeks and had started opening up to them.Afet had carried on with her plans of splitting the two apart but all her attempts were futile as the two hadn't acknowledged their feelings for each other.Lale's fashion house had been completed, making her pretty busy as she was getting ready for the grand opening of Basic, her fashion brand.  {••}   It was a co