Halima lay on the inflated balloon boat on her side, resting her head on her palm, supported by her elbow while she fed Fahad dates as he lay beside her, his hand rested on her back. He was clad only in pants while she was in bikini.
The boat was floating on the big swimming pool. They had started the day by fajr prayers as usual. He normally woke her, perfomed nawafil together then he left for mosque. He would come back, and then they would go back to bed before they will wake up for preparation of breakfast.
They had bath together as usual. She used to think she could never do this. She called it debauchery. She was too naive to know it was a great way of not only getting blessings, having fun but making the bond stronger. She was so used to it she felt a bath was not complete wit
