Sameer and you were newly married, your first Eid together.

Given the fact that his parents were dead and gone, you didn't have anyone to invite from his family on the first day of Eid, so you wanted to invite your relatives.

After coming back from the mosque, he was waiting intently as you fed him shemai as the tradition.

You had prepared food, cleaned up the house, have gone through your body care routine and cleaned up like forever.

Sameer could smell the floral scent of your hair mask, proving that you were fresh out of shower.

You both wore matching black kurti and white pajama.

Sameer smiles widely, leaning down as you set the small bowl of shemai aside.

He lets you wipe his mouth before he presses a kiss to your forehead.

"Eid Mubarak, gorgeous wife." He whispers, leaning down to bite your cheek fondly.