BOOK #1 OF "MEANT TO BE" SERIES
"𝑰𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒔..."
Siddique Khan, age 26 is an ideal Muslim young man with good values and morals. He practices his deen regularly. He loves his family and can do anything...
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"I'm on fire! I am on fire! I am on fire!"
Like any other day, I was lying on the sofa using my phone after coming back from the coaching center, where I had been taking classes. I was singing "I'm On Fire" from the movie Fifty Shades of Grey. In a high pitch.
I hadn't watched that movie yet, nor have I seen the 365 Days series! I don't know why, but I just can't bring myself to do it. I always make up my mind to watch them, but I end up texting Siddique instead and telling him I am watching it. Then it happens!
I can easily watch it on Netflix, but I never do. Thanks to him. But to be honest, it's all me. It's always me who texts him to inform him I'm going to watch it. Then he asks me not to, and I follow his damn order, like the good girl I am.
But today, I've made up my mind. Tonight, I'll finally watch Fifty Shades of Grey. To prepare myself, I'm listening to the songs and singing in high pitch to get in the mood. This time, I won't message him to inform him I'll watch it tonight before I sleep. I'm going to do it, tonight.
Christian and Anastasia. Ah! Hot couple.
"I'm on fire! I'm on fire!" I sang carefreely, not bothering that my mother was at home, in the kitchen making dinner, and cringing as she heard me sing this risqué song shamelessly. I knew she would come running to make me shut up. I know my mother.
As expected, she came to me almost running, holding a spatula in hand, perhaps to beat me? Her face was red, and her hair was messy. She looked tired and angry for some reason. I could see her mouth moving. I guessed she was telling me to get up, freshen up, and change.
"Going," I said before getting up from my place and moving towards my room.
Ah! I almost groaned after I inhaled the smell of the delicious dishes she was cooking. I could tell she had made biryani, my favorite. Our favorite. Siddique, Rizwan, and me.
We had invited them for dinner. It was an excuse to get Rizwan home and for my mother to pamper them, especially Siddique! Sometimes I feel like he is her son, not aunt Amina's.
I don't know what got into me, but I moved towards the kitchen just to check what she had cooked for them.
"Great!" I wasn't surprised to see her preparing all of Siddique's favorite dishes and some of Rizwan's for dinner. Sometimes I feel my mother would exchange me for him with his mother. Honestly, I wouldn't mind. His mother loves me a lot, just like my mother loves Siddique.
