Silent Ties: Fusion Of Hearts

Chapter 14

Zia's POV:

I avoided looking at Azlan's side because I felt embarrassed. As soon as I joined the conversation, his mother complimented me, adding that the photo did not do justice to my looks. My mother also commented on how youthful Azlan appeared in the photo, making her think he was 19 or 20 years old. My mother unlocked her phone and began showing her how much he resembled a teenager in the picture. When she viewed the picture, she burst out laughing, stating that Nazma had done him wrong by choosing a picture that made him appear immature and it was quite old. As soon as he looked at our side, I burst out laughing as well. His mother was quite easygoing. I was worried I wouldn't feel comfortable talking to her, but she was so talkative that I forgot we were discussing marriage. After a long conversation, she told my mom she would like to visit if that was alright. My mother gave her a nod of approval and warmly said she was welcome.

I was aware that I wouldn't be able to talk to him here, and our parents wouldn't permit it either. Following that, we proceeded to dinner. We returned home at eleven o'clock. We ate breakfast together after waking up. My parents were debating when to extend an invitation. Ishaan was teasing me by giving me stares. They agreed to invite them if they were available the following day. Since they had exchanged numbers the day before, my mother gave Asiya Aunty-Azlan's mother-a direct call. During their phone conversation, they agreed to meet the following Friday.

Azlan's POV:

After the discussion, I was completely lost. I couldn't think straight. We didn't get a chance to speak, and to be honest, I didn't believe I would be able to because I was so disorganized and overwhelmed. She was so cheerful while speaking with Ifra that it felt like they were long-lost friends reconnecting. They exchanged contact information, and I could tell they enjoyed each other's company by the way they remained close during the meal. Ifra is cheerful, but only with us, her family members. Ifra finds it difficult to say so much, and her closed-off nature makes even our cousins think she's uninteresting. That means she must be pretty good. I made an effort not to look at her all the time, but everything she did caused my gaze to stray. After dinner and gift-giving, they quickly left. I slept till noon, and when I woke up, my mother told me about the arrangement to go to their place. I smiled at the thought of seeing her, but the week-long wait ahead was daunting.

Ifra's POV:

Yesterday, I met the girl for my brother's marriage proposal. To be honest, I was afraid since I wanted to bond with this person too. I've witnessed a lot of broken relationships as a result of the wrong marriage. Misunderstandings that arise after marriage cause many brothers and sisters to split up. I didn't want my strong friendship with my brother to sour because of other people, because I valued and enjoyed our time together. My fears completely disappeared when I met her. She was really sweet; she didn't bring up topics that generally make me uncomfortable and instead spoke to me as if we were friends. The first thing people ask me when they meet me is how nice it is to live in Luxembourg or how fortunate I am. She inquired about my interests, my pursuits, and the best thing to do with my leisure time. We became friends and shared contact details. After that day, we kept talking, but she never inquired about my brother. I disliked it because many people befriended me due to my brother. We discussed the literature and poetry that we like reading. She added that she had written poems. When I asked about her Instagram ID, she responded. I was surprised to see that I had followed her already.

She was the friend I met by chance while looking for my pal. I excitedly informed her that my ID was lost_clouds. She was surprised too and playfully suggested that we write a love story about our encounter as it seemed destined. She quoted a classic from our favorite book: "Meeting you was fate; becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you I had no control over". Although it wasn't the first time she had done it, I was blushing. She wrote me poems on my birthday. I admired her outgoing nature. I also made a joke about Bhai being our cupid since we met through him. Now, I hope she ends up being my sister-in-law. I had to tell Bhai how lovely and wonderful she was. Not only should he marry her as soon as possible because she is the best we can hope for. Excited to share the incident's narrative, I hurried to the hallway. He also knows that I have an internet friend who writes beautiful poems and that I used to recite them to my family occasionally. When I told him about her gift to me, which was a lovely poem, he didn't believe it was real and thought it was just a male attempting to get close to me with a phony ID. He should now be aware that it was not some dude but rather her future bride who was showing me affection. This is fate.