When Dreams meet Destiny

Chapter 38 : The Pool Side Tease

The day had finally arrived—Sara's Nikah. The plan was simple yet grand: the Nikah after Asr prayers, followed by the reception at night, and then everyone would head back to their respective homes. The beach house was abuzz with early morning preparations, laughter, and excitement.

By midday, the humid weather prompted the boys to plan a pool party, eager to escape the heat. The girls, seated near the pool on the lawn, enjoyed the breezy atmosphere while sipping on chilled drinks.

Yahya arrived with the boys, dressed casually in track pants and a simple t-shirt. Maryam's gaze instinctively followed him. She knew Yahya's habit—he always swam without a shirt. The very thought made her frown. That sight was supposed to be hers, not for everyone, especially not Irha.

She strode toward him confidently. "You're not removing your t-shirt while swimming," she ordered, keeping her voice low but firm, before walking back to her seat without waiting for a response.

Yahya smirked, amusement glinting in his eyes. He hadn't planned on taking off his shirt since the house was full of ladies, but now that his wife was clearly staking her claim? Oh, he would definitely make her jealous.

The girls, including Sara, Maryam, and Irha, sat facing the pool while others had their backs turned. Yahya stepped to the edge of the pool, making sure Maryam's eyes were on him. In one swift motion, he pulled off his t-shirt, the sunlight highlighting his broad shoulders and flexed biceps. Without breaking eye contact, he dove into the pool gracefully, emerging moments later with water dripping from his hair as he slicked it back.

Sara leaned toward Maryam, teasing with a mischievous grin. "Oho... someone's blushing."

Maryam's face burned red, torn between frustration and embarrassment. Yahya looked so effortlessly handsome, and the fact that Irha and others were gawking at him was killing her inside. This is too much, she thought. He was her husband, not a sight for public admiration.

Yahya, noticing the growing jealousy on Maryam's face, was thoroughly enjoying himself.

Desperate to distract herself, Maryam turned to tease Sara. "Oh Allah, Sara! Have some shame. He's not your husband yet, and here you are staring khule aam!"

Sara laughed, her cheeks turning pink. "He's almost my husband. In four hours, we'll have our Nikah, In Sha Allah."

Maryam sighed dramatically. "What will I do alone in the house when Yahya goes to the office? No one to annoy me."

Sara groaned. "Stop it! If you make me cry, Zahran will tease me for life. And look, his sister is right here; she'll definitely tell him."

Irha patted Sara's shoulder, laughing. Just then, Nafisa called Irha inside for help.

As she was leaving, Zahran called out, "Bring some towels, please!"

Irha returned a few minutes later, holding several towels. She handed one to Zahran, and Yahya casually asked for one as well. Without hesitation, Irha passed him a towel as he stepped out of the pool, water dripping down his sculpted frame.

That simple, innocent gesture was enough to tip Maryam over the edge. Her jealousy hit its peak. Yahya accepting a towel from Irha? This is too much!

Sara noticed her fuming expression and glanced up from her phone. "What happened?"

"Nothing," Maryam snapped, forcing a tight smile. "Let's go inside. Your makeup artist will be here any time now."

She needed to leave before her frustration boiled over. Yahya might have won this round, but he would regret it soon enough. Oh, he definitely will, she vowed silently as they headed inside.