BEYOND THE ABAYA

26. The Bentayga Surprise

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As I rummaged through my bag, my fingers finally closing around my phone and ATM card, I couldn't shake off the overwhelming craving for a cold, creamy treat that had been building up all day. The sweltering heat outside seemed to cling to my skin, making every step feel like a chore. But the thought of indulging in a refreshing two scoops (or three) of my favorite ice cream lifted my spirits.

I pushed open the door to the ice cream shop, and a bell above it rang out, announcing my arrival. Stepping inside, I was immediately enveloped by the sweet, tantalizing aroma of waffle cones and the hum of lively chatter. The shop's vibrant colors and the beautiful decorations transported me to a carefree world, where the only worry was choosing the perfect flavor.

As the cool air-conditioning washed over me, I felt my tension melt away, replaced by anticipation. I joined the line, scanning the colorful array of flavors behind the glass counter. Cocolate, Mango sorbet, strawberry cheesecake, Vanilla, rocky road... my mind whirled with possibilities.

Ahead of me, a group of giggling children eagerly awaited their turns, their eyes shining with excitement. Their joyful laughter infectious, I couldn't help but smile.

And then, my gaze drifted to the person standing ahead of me in line – Mujeeb, with his chiseled features and piercing gaze, seemingly lost in thought as he studied the flavors board.

The line inched forward, and before I knew it, it was Mujeeb's turn to order. His deep voice commanded attention as he confidently requested a double scoop of pistachio ice cream before turning to look at me. His piercing gaze and chiseled features made him hard to forget.

Mujeeb's eyes locked onto mine, his expression twisting into a scowl. "You again," he said, his deep voice dripping with disdain.

My eyes narrowed and my brow furrowing. "Ohh the arrogant CEO," I replied, my tone icy.

The other cashier greeted me, taking my order. "Welcome to Sweet Treats Ma'am! What can I get you?"

Mujeeb intervened, his voice condescending. "Make hers extra sweet. She needs it." He smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement.

I bristled, my shoulders squaring. "I can order for myself, thank you." I shot Mujeeb a withering glance. "Just 3 scoops of mango sorbet, 3 scoops of Vanilla(for mom), 3 scoops of strawberry(Iqmat's fav) and another 3 scoops of chocolate(Islam's), please," I said, trying to sound casual, while sneaking another glance at Mujeeb.

Mujeeb chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Clumsy and Bizarre. No wonder you bumped into me that night." He shook his head, his expression mock-sympathetic.

My anger flared, my cheeks warming. "That was an accident. You're just rude." I crossed my arms, my eyes flashing.

The cashier handed his ice cream, and he quickly paid, his movements brisk.

As he turned to leave, Mujeeb called out, "Enjoy your Ice cream, Clumsy." His voice dripped with sarcasm.

I spun around, my eyes blazing. "Learn some manners," I snapped, my voice low and even.

Mujeeb chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, that's empty threat." He smirked, his lips curling upward.

He went to a nearby table while I collected mine and handed her my card. She transferred the money and I quickly collected the card before storming out, my packaged ice cream in hand, my expression thunderous.