it has been eight months since Qadr left to carry out an aid mission in Gaza. he doesn't make video calls or send you emails because his internet connection is bad and you're really worried about him.

when you were cooking, you felt a strong hand wrap around your waist, you gasped when you turned around, you saw Qadr's handsome face smiling sweetly. he whispered softly in your ear.

“do you miss me, darling?”

he chuckled, he kissed your neck and sighed softly.

“oh god.. i miss this smell.”