In The Pursuit Of Love

Blossoming Love

One of the most sincere forms of love and care is when someone prays for you without you ever knowing. Be that beautiful someone. – Mufti Menk

'Love has a way of wilting or blossoming at the strangest, most unpredictable hour. This is how love is, an uncontrollable beast.' A poet had said and those were the most apt words that Zeeshan could connect with right now.

The sun smiled brightly and the warm breeze suddenly shied away at the intensity in the eyes of the two people, drowning into the depths of the blushing orbs. The surroundings were blurred and he felt as if she was standing under the spotlight, lighting her up in an angelic way.

He couldn't look away.

She didn't want to.

His heart thudded against his ribcage, his lips parted as his eyes transfixed on her blushing face. He looked at her as if she was the most enchanting thing in the whole wide world. As if she was his world and nothing else mattered.

Nargis was now getting embarrassed at his intense gaze and instantly felt guilty for staring back.  Clearing her throat she decided to tear away her gaze from his handsome form while endeavoring to hide the redness of her cheeks.

As the battle of the affectionate gazes stopped, all thanks to her looking away, Zeeshan suddenly dropped her gaze and blinked rapidly, contemplating his action of a few minutes earlier. He has been losing control when it comes to her and it shouldn't happen. Also he should be pacing away with anxiety, due to the semifinal round that had come up suddenly and that too on the day of the marriage.

But one look at her, and he melted away. He didn't know if it was her kohl rimmed eyes or the dress she wore bought by him or just the feeling that she was here in his house participating in the marriage preparations like a family member.

A Family Member.

Oh how he wished that was true.

"Assalamualaikum Zeeshan! Do you need anything?" she asked after a few minutes of waiting for him to speak. And that took a whole lot of courage considering his behavior right now and the revelation by Mehreen a few hours before.

"..umm..yeah..Where is Ammi?" he scratched the back of his neck and turned his gaze, before his heart stopped, before his heart gave it all out.

"Here I am" he turned to look at her, standing at the threshold of the kitchen, her hands holding the numerous bags.

Zeeshan rushed to take away the bags from her hold tsking all along and thanked his mother internally for unintentionally pacifying his merciless heart.

Nargis' heart skipped a beat at his kind gesture.

"Why did you carry all these alone? Where is the driver?"

"I cant bring him in when there is a ladies function going on. Which reminds me..What are you doing here?" she raised a brow with a hint of a smile on her face.

"Oh Ammi, what do I do?" he cried dropping his head in his hands.

"What happened? Everything okay?"

"Ammi I just got a message that my semi final round is tomorrow" he told looking at her making her gasp. Nargis watched the whole scene with curiosity not being able to understand the conversation. Semi final round? Of what?

Aamina thought for a while and took a deep breath, then asked, "What time?"

"At 7 in the morning" she visibly relaxed.

"Then it will be fine. You can come back till noon I guess" she asked tilting her head and he shrugged.

"I don't know. Maybe.. Hopefully yes, as there wont be many players. But ammi what about Papa?"