Whispers of Love

Chapter 11

Roshni's POV:

The weight of my father's announcement settled heavily in my chest, leaving me confused and conflicted. Marriage? Now? I wasn't ready. I had dreams to chase, and goals to accomplish. This wasn't the time. With a heart burdened by uncertainty, I decided to turn to the One who always listens-Allah.

Slowly, I pushed myself off the hospital bed, each step unsteady. I leaned against the wall for support, gripping the cold surface as I made my way to perform wudu. The cool water against my skin grounded me, washing away some of the turmoil within.

After completing my wudu, I stumbled back into the corridor, searching for a nurse. My voice was polite yet soft as I asked the first one I saw, "Do you have a prayer mat?"

The nurse nodded, a kind smile on her face. "Yes, here," she said, handing me a folded prayer mat. I thanked her and made my way back to my room.

Once inside, I spread the mat on the floor, carefully positioning it to face the Qibla. With a deep breath, I began my prayer, each movement deliberate, each word sincere. After completing two rakahs, I raised my trembling hands for dua.

"Ya Allah," I whispered, tears already pooling in my eyes. "I don't want to get married right now. I want to fulfill my dreams and achieve my goal of becoming a successful author. But... Ya Allah, I don't know why I feel safe and secure near Saad. There's this connection, something I can't explain. Mujhe bas itna jaana hai kya mai Saad se mohabbat kar baithi hu? Ya Allah, please... give me a sign."

A tear slipped down my cheek, tracing the line of my jaw before falling onto the mat. I finished my dua by softly rubbing my palms down my face, feeling both vulnerable and hopeful.

Rising slowly, I folded the prayer mat and walked to the window. The world outside was quiet, the horizon painted with soft gray clouds. Leaning against the window frame, I waited. My heart longed for a sign, something to guide me through this labyrinth of emotions.

Moments later, the sky answered. A light drizzle began to fall, the delicate sound of raindrops hitting the glass soothing my restless soul. I extended my hand out of the window, letting the cool drops kiss my skin. The drizzle soon gave way to a heavy downpour, the rain dancing against the world outside.

"Ishara mil gaya," I whispered to myself, a quiet smile forming on my lips.

Before I realized it, I was spinning around the room, my heart swelling with joy. The weight I had been carrying lifted, replaced by a sense of clarity and exhilaration. I felt like I was walking on air, certain that Allah had answered my plea.

Saad's POV:

I leaned against my car, the cool metal grounding me as I finally unlocked my phone. The notification from Roshni✨ caught my eye, and my heart skipped a beat. With a mix of excitement and nervousness, I opened the message: 'Hi... Thanks for visiting me today.'

A wide smile spread across my face, my chest filling with warmth. I reread her words, again and again, each time feeling more elated than the last. Running a hand through my hair, I crafted a response: 'Every moment with you is precious.'

The smile refused to leave my face, lingering like the memory of her voice. Just as I hit send, my phone buzzed again. My father.

I sighed in exasperation, knowing the conversation wouldn't be pleasant. "Not now," I muttered, switching off my phone.

As I stood there, a single raindrop landed near my right eye. I looked up, feeling the drizzle intensify. Within moments, the rain poured down, soaking me entirely.