She led him deeper into the garden. Their steps echoed the silent song of love. They were neither light nor heavy. Despite the silence between them, an air of understanding and deep familiarity could be felt.
Their faces were neither smiling nor were they laden with sorrow. However, it was apparent that the happiness that always hung around them had reduced in intensity. The tension and anxiety rippled through the gentle waves in the eyes.
Maimuna was confident in her strides. For the first time, she was the one leading instead of being led. Similarly, her husband's steps gained confidence with each stride he took.
Naturally, a confident leader gives their followers the confidence to follow. This new change felt oddly satisfying to the man who was used to making all the decisions.