𝐴 𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝐴𝑡 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝐴𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛

𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑥𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛

'little by little, day by day, what is meant for you will find it's way to you'.
~anonymous.

Rahma was beginning to regret her decision to take on the responsibility of sudais' wedding. Her mothers left everything to her, only chopping in here and there. She had no choice though, she couldn't back out when it was just a week to the wedding.

Though, when she looked at it from another view, she liked the distraction as it took her mind off her own life problems, i.e Ali, and Dawud. Though she led herself to believe that her life didn't revolve around men, they were the problems after all. Things with her business was going smoothly. Hameeda had finished with the designs and they had people working on the place already. Halima as the media director was given the task of passing the information for positions in the café. Rahma believed she could start business in a month or two, if everything went smoothly.

Her phone rang beside her and she dropped her laptop on the bed and picked the phone. She stood from her bed as she picked sudais' call and walked to her balcony.

"Rahma, I need you to run an errand for me".

"Okay?".

"Dawud is on his way home now. You're going to follow him to meet rukayya".

"Ya sudais, seriously you need to stop this. You are always telling me he's on his way, you don't even let me decline going with him".

"Rahma I don't have time for your whims. Something came up so I can't go for the meeting with rukayya and her event planner". She rolled her eyes.

"And as the wedding manager you shouldn't be complaining, right?".

"Yes, ofcourse. Bye".

"Hnmm". Then he hung up and she glared at the screen imagining it was his face as he didn't even thank her.

She heard the gates open, then Dawud's car came into her line of view. He didn't step down, then she heard her phone ringing and vibrating in her hands. She picked the call and put it on speaker then walked to her closet.

"I'm here".

"Okay, I'm coming". He hung up after.

She picked out an abaya and threw it over the shirt she was wearing, then changed her sweatpants for a black maxi skirt. She threw a random veil carelessly on her head and picked her wallet, slipped her feet in the closest shoes, which were crocs and then she was heading down.

Her mother was in the living room, so she quickly explained that sudais sent her on an errand, omitting the part that she was going with Dawud. She stopped in front of the mirror in the hall and realised her face was plain but she couldn't go back up even for lip balm, so with a shrug she stepped out and walked to his car. Hating the fact that his windows were tinted and he could watch her without her knowing—even though she knew.

She opened the door and went in then made herself comfortable, not forgetting to put on the seatbelt so he doesn't need to to remind her.

"Good evening". She greeted him. She hadn't looked at him, she'd also been avoiding him since she came back. She thought he wouldn't reply until he spoke.

"How are you?". He asked as he drove out of the house.

"Fine Alhamdulillah". She replied quietly.

Rahma looked out the window, forcing her mind to be distracted by the view outside and the street activities.

Dawud placed his right arm on the center console and leaned towards Rahma slightly.

"So, are you planning on rejecting me?". He asked and that caused her to turn to look at him. He glanced at her so their gazes clashed for a moment before he looked away.