His Precious

Engagement

Afiya's POV :

Today is a busy day for everyone, as our home is crowded with people. I do not know many of the guests, and some of them are new to me. However, I suppose they come from my father's side. Meanwhile, I am in my room preparing for my engagement.

My closest friend hurried over to me and exclaimed, "Affu! When they got here, let us descend. I was astounded by how pretty I looked when I caught my reflection in the mirror and could not believe who I was.

"Beta, I can not believe my daughter has grown into such a beautiful lady and now she will be engaged," my Ammi said, kissing my forehead. I smiled reassuringly and gave her a hug. They led me downstairs to see the exquisite decorations, which included my favorite lavender curtains and white lilies. To say I was shocked when I took my seat and saw the man I would marry would be an understatement. My eyes were taking in more than they could process.

My professor is here; why is that? I heard him say something, and I looked at Uzma; she too appeared shocked, but my mom and everyone else appeared normal and smiling. "You look beautiful, my wife." His words caused my eyes to enlarge, but he appeared to be aware that I would shortly become his wife.

Azlan's POV :

As scheduled, the engagement was to take place at her home, so we went there. It was a very lovely decoration. I was thrilled to see her surprised and thought it was unbelievable that I was going to marry my crush when I saw my parents extending their greetings to her parents and took my place on the stage. I could not take my eyes off of her . While I was deep in contemplation, she capme with her mother as they approached the stage together. I could not help but compliment her on how stunning she looked in her white sharara, as though she were an angel. However, what I noticed most of all was her look of shock. Who would not be shocked to see their professor on their engagement? I almost laughed, but I forced myself to stop. It was almost time to switch the rings. I accepted the lovely diamond ring that my mother had chosen for her finger. When it was her turn, she nervously slid the ring onto my finger, still looking confused, and we became engaged. Numerous guests congratulated us as my parents and her parents exchanged warm embraces. We were given some time to ask each other questions about marriage after the dinner. Now it was just the two of us—me and her.

We stayed well away. "So Miss Afiya, do you have any questions to ask me?" I said, trying to break the awkward silence as I saw that she was still perplexed by the circumstances. I guess I used a tone similar to the one I use in the classroom because she looked at me as if I asked some strange question. She said, "Yes, I do have some questions and I am very much confused sir. Did you know about this arrangement?" as I gave myself an internal fistshake."I learned about this a week before our engagement," I retorted. Then she said, "Oh." and once more questioned me "Do you believe this relationship will succeed, Sir? I mean, I had no idea that you were going to be my husband, and I do have a lot of questions, like, are you religious? How often do you pray the Tahajjud prayer, and are you comfortable with me handling it?

In response to her inquiries, First of all, I believe that this relationship will succeed as long as both of us are committed to it. Alhamdulillah, I pray Tahajjud frequently and I want to pray with my future spouse in the name of Allah. I respect and support you in all of your decisions regarding your work, as they are entirely your own. And I believe you ought to quit addressing me as Sir when I am in your classroom. Her face flushed a little, and she said, "Okay," to me. Have you got any more queries? I enquired.

She gave me a startled look before saying, "No." "I am glad we can now call our elders," I said, grinning at her. She gave a nod. As soon as our elders arrived and started chatting, I noticed that she was avoiding eye contact with me. I cleared my throat and asked, "Would you mind exchanging numbers?"

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