𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐪 𝐤𝐢 𝐃𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐚𝐧~

13• "Qubool hai"

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The thirteenth chapter is here...
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(After a month)
Author's POV
It was almost midnight, and the house was cloaked in a deep, tranquil silence. The only sound was the faint ticking of the clock in the hallway. Haya was in her room, about to go to bed, when her phone buzzed, breaking the stillness. She glanced at the notification and swiftly donned her hijab before quietly slipping out of her room.

The corridor outside was dark, bathed in shadows, with only a single light bulb casting a dim glow. The faint hum of the bulb was the only noise in the otherwise silent house. Haya moved cautiously, her bare feet barely making a sound on the cold floor as she tiptoed towards the other corridor. Reaching the second room on her left, she quickly opened the door, slipped inside, and closed it behind her with a soft click, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves.

"What happened? Itni jaldi mein kyun ho?" Youssef asked, approaching her.

Haya turned towards him. "Koi dekh leta to pata hai kya hota? Aadhi raat ko main aapke kamre mein aarahi hun," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Youssef grinned as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. She placed her hands on his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat. Tilting his head slightly, he teased, "To kiya hota agar koi dekh leta, hmm? Bhai haq halal ki biwi ho tum meri, kisi ki himmat jo koi kuch keh sakta."

Haya circled her arms around his neck. "Acha Mr. Haq Halal, pehle to ye bataen mujhe bulaya kiun?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.

"Wo choro pehle tum mujhe yeh batao ke abhi tak soyi kyun nahi, hmm? Ya phir mere message ka intezar kar rahi thi, begum sahiba," he said, his eyebrows wiggling playfully.

Haya lightly slapped his chest and pulled away, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Bari khush fehmi nahi hai aapko? I was studying till late, isiliye abhi tak soyi nahi. Acha, Kher, kya kaam hai?" she asked, leaning back and making herself comfortable.

"Itni bhi kya jaldi hai. Abhi to aai ho," Youssef said, plopping down on the bed beside her, his gaze fixed on her.

"Sona hai maine, neend aarahi hai," Haya said, stifling a yawn as she leaned against the bedpost.

"Acha. To mere saath so jao aaj," Youssef suggested with a wink.

Haya shook her head, an innocent look on her face. "Nah, mujhe to sirf apne bed par hi neend aati hai."

"Lo bhai, waise khuda ki kasam bari hi unromantic biwi mili hai mujhe," Youssef said, looking at her in mock disbelief.

"Isme unromantic ki kya baat?" Haya asked, squinting her eyes at him, trying to suppress a smile.

"Acha, leave all this," Youssef continued, holding her hand gently. "You know I miss you so much all the time. I just can't wait for the rukhsati so that you'll be all mine, every time in my arms."