Qissa-E-Mohabbat

unaifa~

the peaceful room bathed in the soft, golden rays of the afternoon sun, unaifa knelt gracefully, her hands resting upon her thighs in perfect stillness as she prayed.

The sunlight, streaming through the open window, cast a warm glow on her features, highlighting the delicate curve of her face, the way her prayer scarf wrapped around her face making her look chubby face full of noor,

And the serene expression she wore as she connected with her Creator. The room was simple but comforting, a quiet sanctuary from the outside world. The air carried the subtle scent of incense, a fragrance that intertwined with the tranquility that surrounded her.

She was lost in the moment of prayer, her movements deliberate and fluid, as she moved through the motions of salah with a sense of devotion and peace. Her forehead gently touched the prayer mat, and for a moment, the world seemed to pause around her, leaving only her and her silent, earnest connection to the divine,

as she raised her hand to make duas,few tears dropped down, Unaifa couldn't help but sob,ya allah please make my life easier there is no god but you ALLAH(swt),

Unbeknownst to her, wajih was approaching the door. His footsteps were soft at first, but as he came closer, the creak of the wooden floor under his shoes was enough to make him stop in his tracks. He peered into the room, his eyes drawn to the sight of unaifa praying.

His gaze softened as he watched her, captivated by the grace and serenity she exuded. The way her hands folded in front of her, the way her posture was so poised yet peaceful, left him momentarily mesmerized.

His heart beat a little faster as he realized how beautiful she looked in this moment—completely immersed in her act of faith, with the sunlight surrounding her like a halo. Something about the scene seemed almost ethereal, as though time itself had slowed to witness her prayer.

He stood there, frozen for a few moments, unsure whether to interrupt or quietly step away. But before he could make up his mind, she concluded her prayer with a final motion she started praying tasbih,
Wajih was still watching her the noor on her face was uncanny,

She raised her head, blinking as the world around her seemed to come back into focus.

Noticing that wajih was standing by the door, she offered a small, warm smile, a glimmer of surprise in her eyes. "Oh, I didn't hear you come in," she said softly, her voice like a gentle breeze a bit crooked due to the sobbing,

Wajih’s smile was equally warm, though his expression carried a hint of something moresomething deeper. He had been about to speak, but instead, he simply nodded respectfully.

"I’m sorry if I interrupted," he replied, stepping further into the room. His eyes lingered on her for a moment longer than necessary, and then he quickly looked down, as though embarrassed by his own lingering gaze.

She tilted her head slightly, curious. "You didn’t interrupt anything," she reassured him. "In fact, it’s nice to have company." There was a subtle, inviting tone to her words, and it made him feel at ease.

He nodded again, trying to shake off the feeling of being caught in an unexpectedly intimate moment. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something," he began, his tone more serious now. "I’ve been doing some work recently… and I think you should know."

Unaifa raised an eyebrow, sensing the shift in his demeanor. "What’s on your mind?"

Wajih hesitated for a moment, then took a breath before speaking. "It’s about the truck driver... the one who hit you some time ago. The police found him."

Her eyes widened slightly, a flicker of concern crossing her face as she sat up a little straighter. "They found him? How… when?" she asked, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and anxiety.

He nodded, his expression softening. "Yeah, I know it must have been terrifying for you. But I’m glad to tell you that the man who hit you has been located. I work as a civil servant, so I had access to some of the case details." He paused, watching her carefully, gauging her reaction. "The driver was apprehended. They found his truck abandoned not too far from the scene, and he’s in custody now."

Unaifa breathed out slowly, a small sigh of relief escaping her lips. "I… I didn’t know what happened after that day," she admitted. "It’s been hard not knowing what became of him or if he would ever face any consequences."

"Well, he will now," wajih reassured her with a gentle smile. "I made sure to look into it personally. I know how important it is to have closure in situations like this." He glanced at her with a small smile, his gaze soft but earnest. "I hope this brings you some peace."

She smiled back, her eyes softening as she took in his words. "Thank you," she said quietly, her voice full of gratitude. "You didn’t have to do that, but I’m glad you did."

For a moment, they simply stood there, sharing a quiet understanding. Wajih’s gaze lingered on her for a moment longer, his heart beating just a little faster as the conversation shifted from the solemn to something more personal.

"I’m really glad you’re okay," he said, his voice lower now, almost tender.

Unaifa met his eyes, her smile growing more playful. "You’re just saying that because you want to make sure I’m safe for… other reasons," she teased lightly.

Wajih chuckled, a hint of warmth coloring his cheeks. Making the mole on his upper lip portion looking stretched unaifa watched his face closely it was wrong of her to check out his face,but man he was beautiful his skin glowed,thereewas something about this man that somehow made unaifa feels protected it was his respectful and calm attitude,

"I’m just saying it because I mean it," he replied, his tone sincere but with a slight edge of playful humor. "But, I suppose there’s no harm in making sure you’re alright... for all the right reasons."

Her eyes twinkled with amusement, and the two shared a moment of unspoken connection, the kind that seemed to stretch between them without words. It was a gentle, unhurried kind of closeness that only deepened as they continued to talk, moving from the weight of the past to the lighter, more hopeful space of shared laughter and understanding.

In that simple, sunlit room, they stood together, their conversation unfolding like a delicate dance, one that seemed to speak not just of past sorrows but of the possibility of something more. Something tender. Something real.