Their life was a routine, Zarniya used to do it alone, but Messiah became part of it. She was not going to lie; she was somehow getting used to his presence in her life. At night, they would have a bath before eating dinner at the dining hall. After dinner, they would walk to the corridor to go to her bedroom. She would lay on the bed, and he would turn off the light and enter the bed. They would not sleep in a hurry; he would rather read a book while talking to her. Or he would just talk to her until she fell asleep.
Tonight had the same routine, and now, they were lying under the light of the moonlight while facing each other.
Zarniya blinked her eyes as her sight was being blessed by his exquisite beauty. She thought a week was already long enough, but reality prevailed, it was too short. She still could not get accustomed to his handsomeness even if it was all she saw the moment she woke up and the moment she closed her eyes.
