In The Pursuit Of Love

Something akin to 'Love' - II

Umar bin Al-Khattab (May Allah be pleased with him), reported:

The Messenger of Allah (ﷺ) said, "The deeds are considered by the intentions, and a person will get the reward according to his intention. So whoever emigrated for Allah and His Messenger, his emigration will be for Allah and His Messenger; and whoever emigrated for worldly benefits or for a woman to marry, his emigration would be for what he emigrated for". - Sahih al Bukhari and Muslim

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Zeeshan, I am sorry. I had to leave. If not for me, then you all. I am really sorry for bringing you the disappointment of breaking my promise and leaving without so as a proper goodbye. Believe me, I didn't wanted to..but as much as this pains me to write, I had to.

I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart and each and every ounce of my whole being. For your help, for saving me, for bringing me to your ever beautiful home, for thinking of me deserving enough to meet your wonderful family, for your care,for your stubbornness, for deeming me worthy enough to involve me in a family affair,.. for being you.

The last three days were the best days of my life and believe me when I say this, these memories will be safe somewhere in the safest corner of my heart.

So thank you Mr.Zeeshan Dyab, for trusting a total stranger, when all she brought you was tension and lots of injuries (I am sure there are others as well apart from the forehead one).

Forgive this midgeta nd pea sized brain, for she only worries for you all. (Do not fret, I will be perfectly fine ;)

Assalamualaikum.

Zeeshan read the letter for the hundredth time in the past one hour. He scoffed at the end, his head falling into his hands.

"I trusted a stranger? Stupid girl, it was she who was brave enough to come alone with a horrendous guy like me. She trusted me" he muttered to himself, pulling at his hair in anger.

Zeeshan all but wanted to break everything in the room right now or rather cry in anger. How could he be stupid enough to trust her on this and sleep through the night? He saw how hesitant she was the last night when he was asking her to stay.

And she was calling him stubborn? She was the most stubborn person he ever met in his life. He paced in his room back and forth, enraged.

More than that, he was sacred.

Scared for her life.

He just couldn't imagine anything happening to her.

Zeeshan felt as if his heart was being crushed by a solid rock, the pain becoming unbearable by the passing minute.

He felt that each and every minute he wastes in his room waiting for his father to find some info, her life was endangered more with every minute. He recalled how Mehreen had brought the heartwrenching news to him in the morning.

"Bhaii, she is gone. Nargis left." Mehreen shrieked bursting in to his room. Zeeshan jumped from his sleep in alarm, his eyes wide with confusion.

"Whatt?" he couldn't believe his ears, his heart instantly picking up its pace.

"She- she left in the.middle of the night I guess and left these on my side table," she produced the letters in her hand, one neatly wrapped in an envelope and the other left open in her hand. "I am sorry Bhai, I didn't realize when I slept and Nargis took it as a chance to leave. I should.have kept an eye on her"

Zeeshan jumped from his bed and almost snatched the letters from her hand, "Its not your fault. Mehr, don't burden yourself about it. If it's anyone's fault, its mine" and then shifted his gaze to the opened letter.