AUTHOR's POV
The alarm buzzed noisily bringing Arsalaan out of his dream land. He groaned loudly,
"UUUGGHHHH" and woke up while rubbing his eyes. He was not at all a morning person.
It would dread him to wake up this early.
Finally he opened his eyes and peeked theough his long lashes at the clock to see it was past 4:30 am. He woke up hurriedly from the bed only get stumbled with his blanket and land straight to kiss the ground. Huffing to himself he put the blanket back on the bed and sped walk to bathroom.
"Ya Allah!! mujhe jaldi uthne me pata nahi kyu maut aati hai. Ab agar jaldi nahi kara to jamat chut jaige", saying this he hurriedly freshen up and did wudhu, changed his tee into a toubh. He spreaded the musallah and offered 2 rakat sunnat and rushed to the masjid.
when he reached inside, iqama was already being called and many people like him were rushing while some were making wudhu in fast pace. The masjid was almost empty only 2 safs were filled. He stood beside an old man who softly smiled at him which he retured it respectfully.
The prayer started and the recitation was so soothing that it made him feel at peace. The imaam took long 10 minutes to finish the prayer. After the parayer, he sat peacefully and started reciting the adhkaar quietly. When he was done with adhkaar he raised his hands and made dua.
He asked Allah almighty to forgive him for his sins which he made in the past, to protect him from all the fitnas and make him a better muslim. He prayed to Allah to guide his parents to the right path no matter how rude they were and how badly they treated him but at the end of the day they were his parents. He always had that soft corner in his heart for his parents.
He cried to Allah to give his parents hidayat and forgive their sins. He asked Allah to guide him to staight path and protect him for the partner whom he was waiting for from many years.She was still hidden away from him.
During the dua he constantly felt some ones gazes at him. After finishing it he looked at its source only to fin that same old man who smiled at him. He respectfully went to him and said salam to which the man replied with a smile.
ARSALAAN's POV
When i said salam to that man he replied and smiled at me. when i looked at him I felt that i was gazing at my father. He had very little grey hair and looked like he was in his late forties. He looked very tired from his face.
I was so drowned in the observation that i did not heard him ask my name. he repeated it again "tumhara naam kya hai beta" ??
to which i replied " ji, mera naam Arsalaan Ahmed Khan hai".
he again replied , "Acha achaa....haa maine tumhe kai dafa ye masjid me aate dekha hai , kya tum yahi paas me rehte ho??
His question made me some what doubtful , like why would he keep his eye on me and then approach me like this but then i let it slid away and answered,
"ji haan.......mai road no.7 ki jo last apartment hai wahi rehta hu".
"Areee beta mai bhi to wahi apartment me rehta hu waise mai 12th floor par hu tum konse floor par rehte ho aur kya kaam karte ho"??
Oh my, he said many things in single breath.
"ji ye to ittefaq ki baat hai ki mai bhi wahi floor par rehta hu or mere ek university hai or ek export agency bhii , agar apko kahi se kuch mangwana ho to boliye mai acha khaasa discount dunga apko" I replied with a grin on my face.
The man snickered at my reply and then we had some more talks on our way back to the apartment. I said salam to hich he replied with will meet tomorrow inshallah son.
It was past 5 when i returned to my apartment. I was again feeling sleepy after seeing my bed, throwing the toubh on the couch i staight landed on the bed half naked. the sleep consumed me swiftly and in no time i was drifted to dream land.
AUTHOR's POV
Sahira was making breakfast for her family in the kitchen. She makes really tasty food that one could lick his fingers to have more. She made typical desi food like parantha , butter chicken and salad with orange juice, which was her brother's favourite. after making the breakfast she straight away went to her brother to wake him up.
After throwing lot of tantrums finally yahya went to freshen up. She came down stairs and arranged the dishes o dining table. After 10 minutes, her parents and brother arrived downstairs. she greeted her parents with salam. her father replied her casually with a nutral expression while her mother replied with a small smile on her face. Sahira was used to their behavior ,she never took them seriously. the whole family settled on the chairs and had their breakfast peacefully.
Her mother asked her "Sahira no need to wash the utensils you just make the tea while ill be done with the washing ".
Sahira gave her a smile and replied with "jii" while she started to make the tea. After the tea was made she served it to her parents and herself , she was definitely a chai lover. she couldn't survive a day without it.
SAHIRA's POV
After having tea , i straight went to yahya's room and gave him the tiffin with water bottle.
Appi ji aaj mera college ka first day hai or mujhe bahot ajeeb lag raha hai , abbu keh rahe the ki unhe aj market thoda jaldi jaana hoga isliye mujhe nahi chod painge.... kya ap mujhe chod sakte hai ...please naa ...bass aaj ke liye. yahya requested showing his puppy eyes.
I count not deny my sweet brother but at the same time it was difficult for me to pursue my father about me going out alone."Yahya mai aane ke liye ready hu magar abbu nahi maanenge. haa..agar tumhe itni hi pade hai to jaao or abbu ko manao taake wo mujhe tumhare sath bhejne ke liye ready hojain.." I said to my brother as i also wanted to take the fresh air and clear my mind.
"Theek hai appi ..abbu ko to mai yun manalunga ", saying this he ran out of the room making me chuckle at his childish behaviour. Within seconds my dear brother came back with a full blown grin on his face and saying that how i should hurry up and wear my abaya so he should not get late on his first day.
I hurriedly reached my room and wore my abaya with its hijab and niqab. I took my phone from the shelf and put it in my hand back while putting it around my shoulder. I hurried downstairs after wearing my shoes only to trip with my long abaya. I suddenly let out a shriek but balanced myself rightly on my feet. letting out a thankful sigh and i say Alhamdulillah while my brother laughed like a hyena.
I smacked his head hard and giggled in my niqab only to see him frowning and rubbing his head."theek hai , theek hai baad me has lena apne chote bhai par zulm karke, Allah ap jaise chudail behen kisi ko na de ab chale jaldi mujhe late ho raha ha" saying this he ran out of the main door.
Nodding at myself i said salam to ammi who was there at the door. i went out to see my brother, Yahya talking to a tall and handsome man with messy hair ,who was dressed in blazer looking very professional. I was observing his face which had a slight smile and light stubble , only to find his dark orbs gazing back at me, those captivating eyes held many emotions it them, they were so deep speaking many things. I realised that i was staring at a non mehram. Heat rushed through my whole face making it burn , muttering Astaghfirullah i lowered my gaze.
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RomanceArsalaan Ahmed Khan. Owns a export agency and a famous university. Pious, tall and a handsome man who strives to become a better muslim every day. he is ought to find himself a partner who would accept his dark past, complete his half faith and wal...
