On this day, the sun rose stylishly in this desert. There was a magical sparkle to it as its rays penetrate through the underground palace.
In one of the luxurious bedrooms, two figures slept intertwined. Their bodies stayed glued together making it hard to differentiate them.
Despite how entangled they seemed, both had blissful smiles on their faces. Malik was the first to wake up, the smile never faltering from his lips.
His gaze held adoration and love, staying glued to the angel in his arms. After listening to the tale of the first saviour, he was more determined to drown in love.
Unlike before, he had no qualms about dying for or with his beloved. Watching his woman sleep, he finally understood his brother's silly helplessness.
A man in love was akin to a love-sick fool who could do anything for his woman. Nothing seemed beneath his status as long as it could elicit a giggle out of her.
