Dedicated to my one and only best childhood friend Zarahfarooq♥
Dear readers, plz check the above pictures of the dresses which Arhaan and Nawal will be wearing for their engagement :)
It was a bright Sunday evening. The beautiful garden infront of the house of the Qureshi family was gleaming in the sunlight. The sweet smell of flowers mingled with the serenely blowing breeze. Attractive butterflies wandered around the graceful flowers intending to suck the sweet nectar within.
The little girl sitting on the bench stared keenly at the view with her innocent dark brown eyes. She was dressed modestly in a full sleeved black and red shalwar kameez and a small Black scarf. One of the beautifully coloured butterflies had caught her attention and she was staring unblinking as it danced around the flowers.
Sound of faint footsteps interrupted her keen watching activity and she turned to see the same annoying kid who had been bothering her ever since she had started coming to the classes. The first Sunday when he had approached her she had just walked away.The next Sunday he was standing near the bench watching her all the time.The third time he had chosen to seat on the far end of the bench.
And again this week he was coming towards her; but this time he had a small gift bag in his hand. A frown settled in between her dark brows as she watched the little boy dressed in a blue pathani walking towards her with a smile.His silky brown hair were swaying with the wind a few strands falling on his forehead.
He came and sat on the other end of the bench, his hazel eyes fixed on her fair round face.
The annoyed little girl turned her face to the opposite direction.The boy smiled and got down from the bench coming to stand in front of her.
The frown etched on her small face deepened as he came in her view.
The little boy extended the gift bag towards her with a smile, "This is for you."
She looked into the bag containing a big Cadbury and a cute little teddy bear. However there wasn't any change in her expressions. Instead she glared angrily at him,"I don't want it."
His charming smile faded at her words and the happy look on his face morphed into a sad, hurt one. "But why?"
"Because you are a boy.I don't take gifts from boys." She answered in an angry tone her round cheeks puffing in annoyance with every word.
They knew nothing about the concept of mahram or modesty but whatever little they had heard from the speeches and lectures of the elders in the Quran classes had made their small minds conclude that boys and girls weren't supposed to talk or be together.
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