Arsalaan's POV
I hurriedly wore my blazer and rushed to have coffee which was kept prepared in the coffee maker.
Today was the most important day for me, I will be signing a deal with the foreign investors to expand my company and also had to attend the annual cultural fest organized by our university.
As i was chair man of the university it was compulsory for me to attend it even if i was not willing to. I was just hoping of finding a good modest lady for me who would take care of me and love and whom i would spoil to no limits.
After having the coffee i wore my shoes and watch, i did not forget to take the necessary documents and most importantly my mobile. i locked the door but not before saying the salam.
When i went towards the lift i saw Yahya already standing there, well he is a very sweet and mannered . Not able to stay mute, I greeted him with salam.
" Assalamualaikum ". Hearing my voice he lifted his head and replied with a smile and asked,
"walaikumsalam bhai , kaise ho ap ??
"Ji mai to acha hu, Alhamdulillah. Ap bataiye chote janab ap kaise hai or school nahi gaye abhi tak, kafi late ho gaye hai" I asked him with seriousness in my tone.
"Mai bhi acha hu bhai Alhamdulillah. or ye kya ap bhul gaye ki ab mai junior college jane laga hu or ab mere school ke din khatm ho gaye " he replied with a grin and mischievous glint in his eye.
" Aree haan haan mai to bhul hi gaya tha, or ab pair kaisa hai tumhara ??"" I asked with curiosity.
to which he replied with a soft smile," ji abi to Alhamdulillah bilkul theek ho gaya hai , Jazakallah khair bhai apne sahi waqt par mere madad ki or mujhe hospital legaye".
I just smiled softly at him. Helping him was my responsibility being a muslim and if Allah wills he will definitely reward me for that as my intention was harmless.
While we kept waiting for the lift, i felt someone's stare on me. I looked at the direction only to find a burqa clad girl checking me out. She was a short in height and fully covered from head to toe, only her eyes were visible which had very long thick lashes making it look more captivating. I felt like those brown eyes were having a conversation with mine, twinkling like stars in the dark sky. i wonder who she is??
Her pretty orbs slightly widened realizing how she was gawking at a non mehram and the same thought struck my mind. I suddenly lowered my gaze and i knew that my ears and neck would have definitely turned pink due to my embarrassed state.
AUTHOR'S POV
" Bhai lagta hai lift me kuch problem hai kab se niche wale floor par hi atki hai , mai ek baar check karke aata hu " saying this to Arsalaan, yahya turned but only to notice his sister standing there with her head hung low.
"Appi ji ap yahi rukiye mai abhi 2 minute me aaya ", saying this yahya rushed while fastly descending the stairs. Arsalaan wondered if the girl was yahya's sister. if she was then why he hadn't seen her anytime before. Sahira could not hold the urge to scold her brother for hastily moving on the stairs. She opened her mouth but could not utter a word due to the presence of Arsalaan. "sambhal ke yahya" were the only words that escaped meekly from her.
Sahira was alert on all her senses and was reminding her stupid heart not to run a marathon else her chest would burst due to its impact.
While on the other hand, Arsalaan was reminding himself not to look at the burqa clad girl who stole his breath away. She had that soft voice which was very soothing and calming. His heart betrayed him and forced to have a glance at her only to find her nervously playing with the key chain of her bag, his eyes raised from her hand to her face where their gaze again met but they lowered it again.
Not being able to hide his curiousness Arsalaan finally spoke to Sahira " Kya ap yahya ki behen hai ?". As Sahira was occupied in her thoughts she did not heard him properly and raised her head, while Arsalaan impatiently waited for her answer only for that to be answered by yahya who had a frown itched on his face with doubtful expression. " ji bhai ye mere appi hai " saying this he turned to Sahira and said "appi yehi hai wo jisne mujhe hospital pahunchaya tha or mere madad ki the , ye yahi apne bagal wale flat me rehte hai"
Not being able to form any works Sahira stuttered " ap...apka bahot shukriya apne mere bhai ki zarurat ke waqt madad ki" while her head was still down ,inside her niqab she was biting her lower lip due to the nervousness.
Arsalaan did not had any words he smiled and replied while looking at yahya " shrukriya mat kahiye ap, ye to mera farz tha or yahya hai hi itna acha bacha ki mai use takleef me dekh ke madad karne se ruk nahi saka".
"Acha yahya mujhe kafi late ho gaye hai mai chalta hu , Allah hafidh". saying this Arsalaan took the stairs while smiling like a fool, leaving the siblings with many thoughts in their brain.
"Appi chaliye hum wo bazu wale wing ki lift se chalte hai ye wali lift kharab ho chuki hai, watchman uncle keh rahe the ki aaj raat tak ban jaige,,, or ab chaliye bhi mujhe pehle hi din late hokar lecturer ki dant nahi sunni" saying this he dragged Sahira with him holding her hand.
While sahira was muttering Astaghfirullah, Astagfirullah under her breath to avoid the thoughts swirling around her brain about the so called yahaya's Arsalaan bhaii..Surely this day would me one of the most memorable day of her life. The feelings she expericed today were different, thrilling and yet calming.
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Lãng mạnArsalaan 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...
