"People have meet cutes, ours was an Eid Cute . This is the story of the Eid we Met. "
Amidst the fun and chaos of Eid celebration, Maha comes across Isahaq whom she is instantly drawn towards .
Maha is captivated by his gentle demeanor and charmin...
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~I'm not good with words, so I hope you're good at reading eyes.~
Third person POV
As soon as Isahaq finally managed to escape the throng of relatives bombarding him with questions and well wishes, he pulled Maha aside to talk.
They stood at his apartment's 7th storey high balcony, watching the cars zoom by on the bustling street below, illuminated by the tiny lights sparkling from the countless homes in the high rise buildings, making her wonder who lived there and what their stories were ?
Isahaq stood to Maha's right, lost in thoughts as he stared at the same scene.
A while ago, he had seemed eager to tell her something, and she had wanted to talk to him too. But now, as they both stood together on the open balcony, the cool night air enveloping their frames, the pair found themselves at a loss for words.
His family and friends chatted in the background while the clinking of cutlery and gossip punctuated the air.
The black canvas of the sky was littered with tiny twinkling stars as the wind whipped across their faces, causing Maha to shiver as she instinctively wrapped her dupatta tighter around her arms.
There seemed to be another party going on at the apartment above Isahaq's one as the sound of the strings of a guitar being strummed filled the air from upstairs, carrying along a guy's voice as he sang,
"Show them all the strength you carry. Never let them see you shed your tears. Everything's okay if someone's asking . That's the way it's been for me.
And I can lift over a thousand kilos And I'll be traveling overseas and land Can nearly do all I'm asked to...
But I just can't be in the same room as you without having trouble breathing,
And everytime you gaze at me, the rhythm of my heart is ceasing.
Trying to act so tough, try to resist, but you're tearing down my barriers. Yeah I don't know what you do But everything you do, just leaves me weak."
The cool breeze did nothing to dissipate the tension brewing in the 7th floor balcony.
Isahaq turned his head to the side, taking in Maha's expression as she stared at something in the distance, lost in thoughts.
He looked at her face, captivated by those large, chocolate brown pupils hidden behind a pair of glasses-the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. He could gaze into them forever if that's what it took to uncover more about her.
