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 reached my house and pressed the doorbell a few times, calling for my mother. To my surprise, my younger brother Rizwan opened the door. I stared at him in surprise. He was supposed to be at his hostel, where he had mid term exams that were supposed to end in two days. He lives in a different city for his medical studies. He will be a doctor in a few years.
"Hello! Brother." He greeted, smiling.
Rizwan is the male version of our mother. He inherited her dark, big brown eyes, thick long lashes, raven hair, pink full lips, and light skin tone. He is a beautiful young man, but with a lean masculine body. He is almost a decade younger than me; we have an eight-year age gap. When our father died, Rizwan was just over a year old.
"Stop staring at me like that," he said, embarrassed, covering his bare chest.
"Why are you half-naked at home?" I asked before pulling him into a tight hug. "I missed you" I added before breaking the hug.
He gave me a big smile. His smile, just like our mother. It's beautiful.
"I missed you too. And this is my house; I can stay naked if I want to," he said as a matter-of-factly, closing the door behind us.
We both walked to the white couch in the living room and sat down. I needed to relax a little before heading to my room to take a shower and sleep.
"Our mother is at home. Have some shame, and wear a t-shirt." I said, putting my legs on the tea table to get more comfortable.
He followed my action, not bothering to put on a T-shirt. I can't deal with this rebellious little man.
"She has seen enough of us," he said with a knowing smile. Disgusting.
I let the topic go because arguing with him was pointless. He would do as he pleased. The brat he is.
"You're home?" I asked. He wasn't supposed to be here, according to my knowledge.
"Obviously. This isn't my soul, brother." Rizwan joked.
"That's not what I meant, little man. Your exam was supposed to end in the next two days, right?"
"No, it ended earlier today. So, I quickly came home on the first bus I could catch," he said with a cute smile.
Aww! I find him cute most of the time, but never say it to him. He is already over-pampered. I can't take any more risks to spoil him further by saying such things.
"Go, get me a glass of water." I ordered with a smirk just to irritate him. Making an irritated face, he got up lazily and went to get a glass of water.
To be honest, he reminds me of Naaz. They both have the same traits: lazy, bold, rebellious, foul-mouthed and stubborn. No wonder they bonded so well; they are more like siblings than friends.
