"You said you don't hate me. So, can't we start a new chapter?" she said trembling, her eyes filled with hope.
He laughed loudly. "Aliya Emdad are you a stupid or just pretending to be. Listen to me carefully. Yes I don't hate you. Actually I feel...
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Subhan Allah! The dream lingered in my mind, so vivid that I could still feel the warmth of the sun enveloping me. Will the dark sky of my life slowly be illuminated like this?
Rising from my bed, I performed the Fajr Salah, pouring my heart into gratitude for my Almighty, thankful for the guidance He had shown me. Now, I felt ready to give my answer.
After completing my morning chores and a refreshing yoga session, I made my way to my parents' room. I offered my salam, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.
"Do you want to say something, Princess?" my Baba asked, a knowing smile gracing his face.
Taking a deep breath, I softly replied, "Yes. I offered Istikhara Salah last night, and I feel positive about the proposal. So... I have no problem with it."
"Alhamdulillah! Thank you, my life!" my father exclaimed, pulling me into a warm embrace and planting a kiss on my forehead.
"Congratulations, sweetheart," my mother added, enveloping me in her arms as well, her eyes shining with joy.
As I basked in their love and support, a flicker of hope ignited within me. I hoped everything would be alright...this marriage, our future together, and the shadows of our past that loomed over us. ______________
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"She said yes!"
"Bhai, she said yes!" My sister came running toward me, practically squealing with excitement.
"Hey, wait! Take a breath. What happened?" I asked, trying to keep up with her enthusiasm.
"Bhabi is ready to become my bhabi!" she beamed, her joy palpable. My silly sister, what is she saying?
"Aliya Api agreed to marry you, idiot!" she repeated, noticing the stunned look on my face.
So, she’s becoming mine, my heart whispered.
Nope, you’re just getting married to her, my mind reminded me.
Just then, my mother entered the room, her face lighting up. "I’m so happy for you! Finally, you’re settling down. Now I can be at peace."
