𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 | 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟎𝟏

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟔

ARZO

Faizan is taking me somewhere today.

Since he didn’t want me to be uncomfortable about this surprise, he told abbu the actual location. I tried asking abbu where he was taking me but abbu only smiled and said, “patience, beta.”

He hasn’t even told ammi or else she would’ve told me by now.

No one else knows where he’s taking me. I called api and asked her and Zahid bhai and they didn’t know either.

I have a love-hate relationship for surprises. I love them but also the curiosity keeps eating me and my stomach does weird flips. And time seems to pass by slower.

I keep getting distracted at work by looking at the time and praying that it passes by quickly. Thankfully, no one notices me stealing glances at my watch.

However, since the news of my nikkah broke out in the office, I have been getting a lot of attention.

And not the good kind.

It’s only been two days since I told those girls about my nikkah- without thinking straight- and the news traveled quickly through the whole building.

And F&F Innovation is a huge building.

Though I haven’t paid much attention to it and I’ll wait for it to die down.

After a lot of slow hours, we are free to go. I send Faizan a text telling him I’m done with work and his reply is instant telling me that he will be waiting downstairs.

A smile takes over my lips as I quickly pack my bag and rush to the elevator, ignoring the side looks some girls give me.

My curiosity is the only reason I’m rushing, okay?

As I step out of the elevator, I find Faizan standing by the reception scrolling on his phone.

He looks up and tucks his phone in his pocket when I reach him, “Assalamu Alaikum,”

“Wale Kum Assalam,” I sign, “where are we going?”

“Somewhere.”

“I know that but where?”

“That’s a mystery.”

I scrunch my nose at his reply and he shows a hint of his smile before he takes my hand and starts walking towards the exit.

His black mercedes is waiting outside when we exit the building. The valet hands Faizan his keys, Faizan says thank you then opens the door to the passenger seat.

I get in the passenger seat, he shuts the door then rounds the car to get in the driver’s seat.

Before starting the car, Faizan reaches in the backseat and pulls out a bouquet of lilies, handing it to me, “your flowers,”

My face breaks into a huge smile as I take my daily bouquet of lilies from him and sign, “thank you,” to him.

He shows me a hint of smile before he turns his attention to the road and starts driving.

I stare at the flowers for a while then turn my attention outside the window and stare at the streets passing by.

Faizan takes a different route into a less rushed road. I spot tall New York buildings from afar as Faizan continues driving straight ahead.

Soon, we enter an unfamiliar neighborhood with beautiful housing schemes.

The houses in this neighborhood are so big, not exactly a mansion but nothing less of one.