"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...
It's been a while so here's a brief recap of the last chapter :
We saw Maha's pov after the 2.5 years timeskip - she graduated with her undergrad degree and is now 24. Had a bit of family drama and mental health related stuff. Girlie missed Isahaq and got jealous over some of his posts depicting his new friends aboard and they have been in less contact as time passed-
Maha also overheard her Ammu and Nanu talking about some proposal from her past childhood friend Ahaan - oops?
Then her cousin Raiyyan called her over to his apartment for something but she went there to find some mysterious dude Sahad who went all "I never thought I'd say this but I missed you" - seeing whom Maha got shocked and teary eyed.
( Who's he and why did that happen? Those are to be answered later 👀 )
You can reread the last chap briefly to refresh memory if needed - otherwise... Now let's see what Isahaq is up to after the timeskip! He's now around 26.
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Two & a half years later
Somewhere in Sydney, Australia...
Isahaq’s pov
The living room of Xavier’s new apartment exuded effortless elegance—clean lines, muted tones, and furniture that whispered wealth without shouting it. The faint scent of leather and cologne lingered in the air. Floor-to-ceiling windows which gave a glimpse of the high rise buildings and overlooked the Sydney Harbour Bridge resting in the distance.
A massive projector screen dominated one wall, where a football match played, though most of us were half-watching, half-talking.
Although I was invested in the game, the real entertainment was always the guys themselves. For the past few years away from friends and family these guys had been the people who stuck by me through thick and thin and made this foreign land feel a bit more like home.
Xavier reclined against the sleek grey sofa, arms folded and grey eyes fixed on the screen. The tattoos on his neck and wrists peeked out from beneath his fitted, crisp shirt, adding an edge to his otherwise refined aura. His blond hair looked perfectly tousled, as if styled to be effortlessly messy. He was every bit the cool, composed guy you’d expect from someone whose family owned shares in the hospital. He had that air of quiet confidence, the kind that came from being born into old money but not flaunting it.
He came from a wealthy, mixed Irish and native Australian heritage but he didn’t come across as entitled. I wouldn’t have guessed at first—when we met, his ice-cold glare had me convinced he was about to bite my head off. We'd met when I’d gotten lost in the labyrinthine hospital halls and there he was, the tattooed guy with a piercing on his brow, glaring like I’d personally offended him by trespassing on private property.I thought I’d made a terrible mistake coming to Sydney.
