Aşkım-Jannat Kay Pattay FanFiction

10. Forever?

It's been four hours since Haya came home; at Suleman's. She had indulged herself in long conversations, laughters and gossip with her parents, Rohail and Natasha ofcourse. Natasha enjoys gossips the most.

They all lost track of time. Their parents had to throw them out of their room and scold them to go to sleep. But they still took their time in the living room having noodles.

Time and again, she would check her phone to see if Jihan had texted her. No!

As sleep began to take over them, they headed towards their rooms.

Dressed in her black night dress, with a jacket (certain someone's), she opened the door of her room and closed it behind her.

She didn't even the get the chance to think, why her room's lamps were on though she had turned them off herself as she beheld the sight in front of her.

She leaned back on the door, crossed her arms on her front and sighed with a smile as she saw ...

Jihan Sikandar praying Tahajjud in her room on her prayer mat.

He was wearing a black t-shirt with blue jeans; his casual look. Soft moon light poured on his praying frame and added an extra glimmer to his already glowing face. He looked like he was made of this light but hw felt more captivating than that. May be because of his ever so peaceful praying manner. Because he had his undivided attention to his Creator.

She saw him lowering himself in sujood. Haya kept her gaze fixed on his face, his hands that were flattened on the prayer mat, his forehead that was lowered to ALLAH , his lips that moved in praise that belongs to ALLAH.

Her eyes glistened and she shook her head before closing them, not being able to contain the tranquility that filled her soul. A sense of comfort and a divine feeling that is rare and a person is blessed with it when he/she is truly connected to ALLAH ALMIGHTY.

Haya had her head leaned back on the door and a smile adorned on her face while beholding this sight.

Too peaceful.
Too serene.

A tear escaped her right eye while her lips and heart still smiled. This was the tear of gratefulness that can't be described in words.
Do you really think ALMIGHTY needs your words when your tears say it all to Him?

She lowered her head a bit, composed herself before looking up and she grinned shaking her head slowly, this time in disbelief. He sneaked into her room through her window. She remembered, it was locked.
Oh Jihan! He has his ways with things.

She walked towards him with slow steps. He stood up as he finished his prayer and began to fold the prayer mat.

He already knew she was in the room not only because of the opening and closing sounds of the door but because of her familiar fragrance. She tried her best not to make her footsteps sound. Jihan pressed his lips. She was successful at it but still he knew, he could feel her presence. He did not need to hear her footsteps to point out where exactly she was in the room.

He placed her prayer mat at it's place in her bed-side drawer and was about to speak to let her know that he knows she is standing behind him when he felt two arms wrapping around him.

An involuntary sigh escaped his lips- a sigh of relief. A sigh that a person releases when he reaches back home after a tiresome day.

May be they had become each other's home. Or may be they always were ... even before they met.

They could not really figure it out but this feeling, it would never be found elsewhere no matter where they went. It would only make it's way to their hearts when they came around each other and they realized...