Chapter 80. Blended and Blessed

2 years later…

Bond Street, London.

She opened the curtains, as if lightening had blossomed into the steadiest of comforting glows, comes the sunny day. She heaved a sigh as she looked out the window; it was bright, burning her eyes but she didn’t care enough to move away.

It was a sunny Saturday, filled with thrilling and remarkable voyage ahead. Today was Mahir’s thirty-seventh birthday and she had something planned for them… just her and Mahir.

It was a set-up, at the beach an hour ride from their new home in London.

The view before her was breathtaking. It has become a daily routine for her to just wake up, open the curtains and stare at the view until Naylah or Mahir interrupts the only alone time she has.

Bushra had never in her twenty-seven of years met people as clingy as Mahir and their one year old, Naylah. The only time she gets to herself is when she wakes up early before them, or when Mahir is at work or goes on a business trip while