love by chance

chapter 8

The soft glow of the chandelier casts a warm light on the plush furnishings of the family's living room as Amrah stood before her loved ones, her heart pounding in her chest. The anticipation was palpable as the maid quietly closed the doors, ensuring their privacy.
"Thank you all for joining me on such short notice," Amrah began, her eyes scanning the curious faces before her. "I have some exciting news to share with everyone, and I thought it would be best to do it here, surrounded by the people I hold most dear."
Irfan, seated in an armchair, leaned back with a bored expression, his arms crossed over his chest. "Can we get on with it?" he asked, a hint of impatience in his voice. "I have a busy schedule, and I don't have all day to sit around listening to nonsense."
Ignoring Irfan's remark, Amrah pressed on, her excitement barely contained. "I've booked a table for all of us at an exclusive five-star restaurant in town. We're going to have a family dinner together tonight to celebrate some wonderful news!"
A collective murmur rippled through the room as family members exchanged curious glances. "What's the occasion?" Irfan's mother, Khadija, asked, her eyes shining with hope. "Did Irfan finally agree to marry you?"
Amrah couldn't help but laugh at the assumption. "Calm down, everyone, please!" she exclaimed, holding up her hands to quiet the room. "Irfan, you're going to want to hear this, too."
Irfan rolled his eyes, a scowl marring his features. "Say what you want to say. I'm not interested in these games."
Clearing her throat, Amrah steeled herself for the announcement. "The dinner is to celebrate a potential partnership between our company and Harrow Enterprises. They've shown a keen interest in working with us, and I've arranged a meeting to discuss the details."
The room erupted in a chorus of shocked gasps and excited chatter. Irfan, however, remained unimpressed. "A waste of time and resources," he declared coldly. "I want no part in this. You're all welcome to go, but I have better things to do with my evening."

Amrah felt a pang of disappointment at irfan's reaction but refused to let it dampen her spirits.

A tense silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the soft ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner. All eyes were fixed on Irfan, waiting for his response. Suddenly, their grandmother rose from her seat, her regal figure casting a shadow across the room as she approached her grandson.
Gently placing a weathered hand on his shoulder, she spoke softly, her voice filled with love and concern. "Irfan, my dear, please consider joining us for dinner. The family would be incomplete without you."
Irfan's brow furrowed as he met her gaze, his resolve wavering under the weight of her words. "You know I've never been one for family gatherings, grandmother. I'd rather not go."
A small voice cut through the tension, and all eyes turned to Noor, Irfan's younger sister. She stood in the center of the room, her puppy-dog eyes pleading with her older brother. "Please, Pops! Don't refuse. It won't be any fun without you. Please, Pops, say yes!"
Irfan's stern facade began to crack, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Now, now, my little drama queen, cut the act. I'll go. How could I possibly refuse you when you ask so sweetly?"
Noor squealed with delight, throwing her arms around her brother in a tight embrace. "I love you so much, Pops!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with adoration.
The rest of the family exchanged relieved glances, their faces brightening at the sight of Irfan and Noor's affectionate exchange. Amrah felt a weight lift from her shoulders, knowing that the family dinner would now be complete.
As they all began to make their way to their respective rooms to prepare for the evening ahead, excited chatter filled the halls. Amrah couldn't help but feel a surge of hope and anticipation for what the future might bring, not just for the potential partnership with Harrow Enterprises, but for her family as a whole.
"This is going to be a night to remember," she whispered to herself, her lips curving into a contented smile.

As the family assembled in the living room, anticipation and excitement filled the air. The ladies were elegantly dressed in matching black skirts, silk blue-black shirts, and white veils, completing their ensemble with stylish jackets. The gentlemen looked dapper in tailored blue-black suits, white shirts, and matching trousers, exuding sophistication and style.
All eyes were fixed on the entrance, waiting for Irfan's arrival. The air seemed to crackle with energy as he finally appeared, his magnetic presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room.
Amrah's breath caught in her throat at the sight of her irfan. He looked incredibly handsome and debonair in his expertly tailored, undeniably expensive suit. "Oh my God," she whispered under her breath, her heart fluttering wildly in her chest. "Somebody stop me. How can someone be so charming and dashing?"
Noor, standing beside her, giggled softly, nudging her sister with her elbow. "I know, right? Our big brother cleans up nicely."
Their grandmother, ever the matriarch, cast a warm, knowing glance in their direction. "Irfan has always had that effect on people. He's a born leader."
As Irfan joined the group, the family gathered around him, their admiration and love for him evident in their beaming faces. Even their mother, Khadija, seemed to soften at the sight of her son, her eyes shining with pride.
"You look wonderful, dear," she said, reaching out to adjust his tie, a tender gesture that spoke volumes about their bond.