𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬

Chapter 2: Who was this man?

- Rahaf's pov -

The bustling streets of Mumbai stretched out before us as our car navigated through the sea of vehicles and pedestrians. I pressed my face against the window, drinking in the sights and sounds of the vibrant city that would be my new home.

Beside me, my parents exchanged excited glances, their anticipation palpable in the air. And then there was Ayaan bhai, my middle brother, sitting in the backseat with a mischievous glint in his eye that spelled trouble.

As we neared our destination, Ayaan bhai couldn't resist the urge to tease me, as usual. "Hey Rahaf, ready to take on Mumbai all by yourself?" he quipped, a playful smirk playing on his lips.

I rolled my eyes, fighting back a smile despite myself. "Oh please, bhai. I can handle anything Mumbai throws at me."

He chuckled, clearly enjoying getting a rise out of me. "We'll see about that, little sis."

I shot him a playful glare, but deep down, I couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for having him by my side, even if he did drive me crazy at times. After all, he was my big brother, and despite his teasing, I knew he would always have my back.

As our car came to a stop outside a big house more like a bungalow my heart fluttered with excitement and nerves. This was it-the beginning of my new life in Mumbai. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for whatever lay ahead.

Stepping out of the car, I was greeted by the warm embrace of Mumbai's tropical air, tinged with the scent of spices and the faint hum of city life. It felt like a world away from the quiet town I had grown up in, and yet, somehow, it felt like home.

Imran uncle's house loomed before us, a grand structure nestled amidst the bustling streets of Mumbai. As we approached the door, my heart pounded with anticipation, butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

With a sense of anticipation, my father rang the doorbell, and within moments, the door swung open to reveal a man in his 40s standing there, a wide grin spreading across his face.

"Raheem, welcome to Mumbai!" he exclaimed, enveloping my father in a bear hug before turning to me with a warm smile. "And you must be Rahaf. It's so lovely to finally meet you."

I returned his smile, feeling an instant connection with this man who had already played such a pivotal role in my journey to Mumbai. "Assalamu alaikum uncle. I'm excited to be here."

"Walaikum assalam my dear, you're most welcome here." He patted my head with an affectionate smile on his face.

As we stepped into the house, I was greeted by the warm embrace of uncle Imran's wife, who welcomed us with open arms. It was clear from the start that I was not just a guest here-I was family.

"Rahaf? Is that you? Oh allah you grew up so fast." She embraced me in a hug, giving me a feeling of motherly embrace. I returned the hug gladly.

She then met my mother while I roamed my eyes. I found some maids working and then my gaze fell on a tall handsome man probably Imran uncle's son walking down the stairs in formal suit with his blazer hanging on his one arm. Behind him was a girl, she looked beautiful and she... had a pregnant belly.

She was glowing pregnancy glow ofcourse which made her look even more beautiful.

"Assalamu alaikum uncle and aunty." The man said, my father embraced him in a hug a surprised smile on his face.