"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...
This chapter onwards we're entering the main climax arc of the story hence it'll be full of drama and the next few chapters shall have cliffhanger type endings. FINALLY I'm posting this chapter 😭 the beginning of the chaos - the phase I've been cooking up and waiting to share for months - is here. If I keep trying to edit and perfect it then the time will never come so here it goes ( this chapter has been sitting in the drafts for quite a while. Because I wasn't satisfied and was scared to share the twist )
Now for those of you who don't like cliffhangers and want to read all the drama in one go, I suggest wait for a few more updates and then binge read. ( Don't say I didn't warn ya ) But it may take a longer time.
And those who are okay with the chaos and all? Dive right in 🫣
Also please please comment plenty for this part , I wanna know all your reactions and thoughts 🥹
Ahem ahem : We might need to send our boi to the hospital after the news he is about to receive but maybe I'll just make him catch a flight back home instead -
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Isahaq's pov
I leaned against the marble countertop in the tiny kitchen of the three-bedroom apartment I shared with Deniz and Kenzou.
Xavier and Natalie had their own place, while Rivaan lived with his family in their house in Sydney.
Pouring the steaming chai from the kettle into my favorite black mug, I swirled the liquid after adding milk from the bottle, watching as the drink gradually turned a lighter, creamier shade. The aroma curled around me, comforting, grounding.
I took a sip, sighed softly, and lightly hummed along to the song playing in the background from my phone. My music taste had shifted drastically since moving countries. While I still listened to all types of songs, these days I found myself drawn to Bangla music whenever homesickness hit. Somehow, it made the ache inside feel less empty, filling it with a quiet warmth.
Deniz would often tease me whenever he caught me staring out the window for too long while the songs played. He’d ask, voice laced with mischief, “Who are you thinking about now, Isa?” And truthfully, most of his guesses weren’t far off. Everything reminded me of Maha - her laugh, her quirks, the way she would notice the smallest details about people. I frequently wondered what she was doing, how her day had gone, whether she was smiling or busy or just… existing in her own world.
But I couldn’t bring myself to call her first. Even with the rare messages we exchanged between busy schedules, the conversations inevitably stumbled into awkward pauses. It was as if both of us were carefully tiptoeing around unspoken lines which should be avoided to be crossed, unsure what question was safe, what could be considered too much.
