Sidratul Muntaha - Lote tree in the furthest boundary (ON HOLD)

Chapter 6

My happiness

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Meaning of the quote in pic/vid :

I'm hers, in her, from her.
let me remain hers only.
I'm thirsty,
she's the river, the path of my life
give me the home, street, and city of her name only,
these steps move and stop for her only,
If you give me heart, give me her pain only,
that laugh is hers when my home echoes of,
O God, whenever you make me, make me hers...
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Third person's POV:-

"At first I thought it was just a crush..but..it is much more than that. I don't see anything when you are around No! Even if you are not around, I can't seem to focus on anything. The conversations are meant for you, my words mold on their own, my eyes search for you, and When they find you, my heart beats faster than ever. I didn't even feel like this when I was about to start my business in London, You make me nervous, excited, and happy. I don't see a future without you, even at the peak of my success I feel empty.." Mahadi poured his heart in front of sidratul but she felt all the opposite.

Her smile vanished as she gazed at the man before her, his eyes glistening with the words he kept on saying, there's a light crimson blush on his cheeks, so were on his ears. Maybe he had hoped for the best but she stood numb, angry, and mad.

"Stop it!" Finally, she found her voice and furiously clashed her dark orbs with his.

"What are you implying?" She asked, gritting her teeth.

'Just say it Mahadi! It is either now or never.' Mahadi's inner voice stimulated.

"I Love you sidratul...."

"Sidra?!" Before she could react to Mahadi's confession, her heart dropped at the voice of Imam Isaaq.

She turned around but saw no one, they are standing behind the large wall that separates the entry to the terrace. She blinked before walking away, ignoring mahadi's presence. Mahadi quickly grabbed her wrist which she pulled off expeditiously. Her gaze repulsively met Mahadi's for the last time, and mahadi's heart wrenched with the emotions in her eyes.

"Don't you dare to touch me!" She whisper yelled and walked away, leaving him in great turbulence.

Before Imam Isaaq could look behind, she appeared in front of him with a nervous smile.

"Ab-abbu?" She called, stuttering.

Imam Isaaq looked at her with a light smile.

"What are you doing here this late sidra?" Imam Isaaq questioned.

"I...I..*gulping and blinking* I wanted..some..fresh air abbu. I wasn't feeling okay with the smell of henna." She falsified, heart drumming in her chest.

'Did he hear something?' She thought, inspecting his face.

"But beta, you shouldn't be here this late." Imam Isaaq said, patting her head lightly in a blessed manner.

She sighed in relief, confirming he didn't hear anything. Imam Isaaq matters to her and she felt guilty for lying in front of him but she doesn't want him to misunderstand.

"I am sorry abbu, I won't come here." She apologized, bowing her head.

"Let's go down, it's really cold here and you aren't wearing any shawl either." Imam Isaaq said, patting sidratul's back lightly.

"Ji abbu." She said, walking down along with him.
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On the dark chilly night in Rajasthan, she sat near the huge balcony of the accommodated room. She didn't feel the cold but more like a sinner. 'What had led Mahadi to think like that?' Is her only thought. As long as she remembers, she never gave him any sign of interest. Her heart once beat for hamza but she never thought of anyone else even after knowing about hamza and nishaal's relationship. She has moved on with this fact, though it bothers her sometimes that she doesn't have time for all this.