It had already been a month since they returned to London, but for Aisha, time seemed to have melted into a soft blur, swift and quiet, like the way morning dew disappears under sunlight. Days folded into each other, nights passed in hushed whispers and forehead kisses, and before she could even count, four weeks had slipped away.

Omar had been immensely busy with work, leaving home early when it was still dark outside and returning late, often exhausted, with his tie loosened and his shirt slightly wrinkled. Yet, Aisha never felt neglected. Not even once.