𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

19

Airah POV:

"Who knows. Maybe someday. In sha allah." Iqra says and Yasir smiles. Actually Iqra deserves everything she's such a good women with a kind face along with a kind personality. Being polite and humble with everyone has always been her nature. A quiet, sweet and mannered girl, that's what Iqra actually is. "So yeah back to the point. I was asking that how does it feel to be his wife?" She turns to me and says. "Uh....well it's nothing exciting. Have to deal with his craziness."

"He's not crazy." This comes from Yasir. "He's the most mature guy among us."

"Well he might be with you guys but he's a total maniac who wakes me up by pouring water on me and talks absolute nonsense." I roll my eyes and say at which Iqra chuckles.

"That's a not-so-arsalan-thing." Yasir says. "That's a total new side of him."

"But today he was different. His mood suddenly changed." I say staring out of the window remembering the moment. "How so?" Iqra asks. "He was all friendly and talking nonsense when he came but after he took a nap and woke up, his mood suddenly changed. I can't really define it but I think it was maybe anger or tension?" "Must be because of work." Iqra says and I just nod. My eyes suddenly land on the clock and it's already 9:10. Crap! "I gotta go! Too late." I said getting off the bed and wearing my slippers. "Yasir you didn't go to the masjid?" I ask. "I went right after the azaan." I nod and exit the room. Yes! I call him Yasir because we're the same age. But he's younger than me by 1 month. In the house Arsalan is the oldest, than me, Yasir, Ziya ( he's only 3 months younger than Yasir and 4 months younger than me), Hiba, Iqra (a year younger than Hiba), Tariq and Talbiya. All our birthdays are pretty much close to each other but we never celebrate it. And in my opinion it's a very good thing that we don't celebrate it because why do you want to celebrate when you're just brought one year closer to your death on that day. It's just nonsense.

I quickly take a turn in the hallway to go downstairs when something solid and hard bumps into me or maybe I bump into it. I look up to see Arsalan already looking at me. His face shows no emotion just like before. He has changed into a black t-shirt with a dark blue, button up, half sleeves shirt on it so it looks like a jacket. Black jeans and a silver wristwatch. "Mene kaha tha ke jab mein waapis aau at that time we'll leave but look at you. You're not even ready yet." He says. I accept it's my mistake but that doesn't mean that he have to be so rude. "I'm sorry I got caught up in a conversation with Iqra." I say staring down at his boots. For a moment he stays silent and then finally says, "Go get ready quickly."

   I follow behind him as he starts going downstairs but he doesn't give me any attention, just busy doing something on his stupid phone. He totally ignores me and goes straight to the ground floor, not even bothering to come to the room. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I wanted him to come either. I quickly start getting ready. Hurrying here and there, double checking my luggage. To be honest I'm no more excited. Just worried and sad, and sad for what? I don't know.

Someone knocks on the floor and it's the Tariq "Appi aap luggage de, mein niche rakh ke aata hu." I hand him my two big suitcases and he gets the out of the room. "Bhai ne kaha hai ki aap Isha ki namaaz bhi padhley. Time ho gaya hai." I just nod and close the door.

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I fold my prayer mat and was just standing up when the door opens and it's Tariq again telling me that Arsalan is calling me and I should go down. I quickly take my purse, wear my shoes and follow Tariq downstairs. Everyone is there. The elders are sitting on the sofa with Arsalan as he talks with my father. My mother comes forward and hugs me. It's something so warm and comforting that I never want to let it go. "Khayal rakhna beta apna." Listening to her voice I think that she's crying. I hold her tight for one more second before letting her go. She smiles at me and I smile back.

Arsalan stands up checking his phone when our gaze accidently meet but then he looks away quickly and starts talking with his father. Abba comes forward and kisses my forehead and tells me the same word my mother told me and I nod with a smile. One by one everyone comes and hug me until it's time that me and Arsalan are standing at the door and he's talking with Ziya while Hiba hugs me. I look at all of them for the last time with a smile before heading towards the car.

When I head towards the car Yasir is already sitting inside scrolling on his phone and Tariq is loading the luggage into the trunk. Arsalan opens the door of the backseat for me and I sit inside while he sits in the front seat and again takes out his phone. "Ready?" Yasir asks looking at both of us. The phone addict sitting in the front seat just hums in response.

Arriving at the airport, Yasir takes out my luggage and hugs Arsalan then he just waves at me and returns back to the car. Once we are inside the airport I look at Arsalan and finally he has gotten off his phone and is holding my luggage. "Do mein pakad lu." I say forwarding my hand towards the suitcase. But he just looks straight not bothering to look at me as he says, "No need" and moves forward. I struggle to keep up with his long strides because just look at his legs. They are freaking long! Once I catch up with him, I notice his arms. Because of his short sleeves I can see his bisceps, his veins and his long elegant fingers. My eyes slowly drift to his face but he's looking forward as we walk. His hair is elegantly sided parted. Why is he so elegant. He's somewhat majestic. A few strands are falling from his perfectly styled hair and then my eyes shift to his eyes. I'm short, so from here I can see his long black lashes and then his perfect nose, his sharp jawline which looks freshly--

"Kya hua?" His voice startles me. He's looking at me weirdly like I might have grown one more head and ofcourse anyone would have that same expression if I stare at them like I just did. "N-nothing nothing. Did you shave today?" Great Airah! What a great question to ask. "Yeah I did. Any problem with that?" He asks coldly. " No nothing." I laugh and give him thumbs up and my laugh? It absolutely and definitely sounds fake. But he ignores it and again takes out his phone. I try to peek but fail because he's tall. I'm just 5'5 while he's 6'3 feet tall. Is there some girl on your phone? The question nearly falls off my lips when I shut my mouth. Because if I do then he'll be super pissed well he already is (God knows why) but I don't want to add more to it.

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Even when we are in the lounge waiting, the addict is still on his phone but this time he's talking with someone. The moment he hangs up the call I look at him and say, "Arsalan bas karo. Aaj pura din tum phone pe hi ho." He looks at me with bored eyes. "Kyu? Tumhe kuch kaam hai?" He asks. "Nahi kuch kaam to nahi hai but still it's not good to stay on the phone all day, Arsalan." He looks at the phone and then at me. "Is it?" The instant the words come out of his mouth my anger rises and I'm controlling myself from punching him in the face. I'm so angry that I think at this point black smoke must be coming out of ears. "Kya hai us phone me Jo tum Aaj subha se dekhe ja rahe ho? Koi ladki hai kya?" The words blurt out of my mouth before I could stop them. He looks at me, but there is something in his eyes and I realise that it's nothing but anger. It scares me a little but I know that Arsalan will never raise his voice nor his hand. I slowly gulp and look away from his face.

   "Ha hai. Bahut saari hai. Baat karna hai tumhe?" He is kidding. He could definitely be kidding.