Jamil was the spitting image of a perfect husband. His every word and action was for you, dedicated to pleasing you. So, when you got sick. Even if it was a common cold. He would constantly take off work. leaving Kalim to himself, just to take care of you. Bring you soups and medicine. Cuddling your aching body. And even making some of his famous curry.

“Darling…” he was cradling your sick body into his chest, rubbing your back and whispering words of comfort