Destined To Find You #muslim-romance

♡ Chapter 7

"This couldn't be happening," Noorie told herself as she hurriedly crossed the road and prayed to Allah that she never meet him again. For month's, she had feared that she might cross paths with him again and the truth might get exposed that she had shared important details of her life with a perfect stranger. It might be her personal choice, but belonging to an Islamic culture, it went against her protocol and the rules with which her mother had brought her up. She knows that this limitation and rules are for personal safety. She couldn't yet get herself to share this with Zayna. Not that she would have ridiculed her, but then she didn't require everyone to remember that her sorrow had brought over her psyche, making her lose her reasoning. This would just make her look more ridiculous.

Though she was certain that Zayna more than suspected she was hiding something, but thanks to the situation she had been, she was saved from many confrontations. Only, now the hope she had come to believe in that her truth will never be let out, feels threatened by the way her fate tricked her by getting her meet Aftab again.

Noorie entered the café where Zayna had been sitting and waiting for her, dressed in a baby pink kurti paired with a blue denims. Zayna, like Noorie followed Islam but, had never worn Hijaab or Niqaab. Her semi-straight hair pushed up in a high ponytail and few fringes in the front gave her heart shaped creamy face, a cute outlook. Her eyes sparkling brown as she saw Noorie enter the café as she sipped on her favorite lemonade with her soft pink lips that had been touched by a similar tone gloss. She looked elegant and cute, Noorie thought as she smiled and made way towards her.

"Hey Gorgeous," Zayna said, looking at her happily, as she added,"Where did you get delayed?"

Noorie smiled for her and tried to blot out the stress over what happened a few minutes ago, behind the mask she usually wore whenever something bothers her. Clothed in a black Salwar suit with little embroidery in white at the neckline of the dress, paired with a dupatta, in black and white shades. Noorie looked beautiful. Black compliments her fair skin tone and she too had semi-straight jet black hair, but longer than compared to Zayna's shoulder length hair, woven into a fishtail braid. Her lips tinted with pink gloss and she was wearing a black kohl in the lower lids of her eye. She did look Gorgeous, even with simple makeup.

"I'm bad, forgive me. Something grabbed my attention on the way and I stopped to buy it," Noorie replied truthfully as she embraced her friend and sitting in one of the chairs, opposite Zayna. The café was quite crowded with most of the tables involved.

Zayna looked at the only item Noorie was carrying - her bag. "What is it that you bought?" She asked inquisitively.

"Nothing. Someone else took it by the time I could get it,"Noorie said ruefully , sighing inside. How she had wished to buy it and how it landed her into meeting the only person, she never intended to meet.

"Aww, that's terrible," Zayna said, feeling sorry for her friend as she handed her the menu to order something and continued, "What was it though?"

"Nothing to feel sorry about," Noorie said with a positive smile, trying to avoid the topic as she was aware Zayna would add two and two and come out of something if she tells her that it was a Windchime. Not just any wind chime, but a starry wind chime. That would create a lot of questions in Zayna's mind, one's she has no desire and will to answer. She was sensible enough to realize that to avoid thinking about the past, one must first stop talking about it.

"Hmm...,"Zayna said thoughtfully and looking at her friend's expressions understood that there is more to it than meets the eye and added, "No worries though, If it's meant for you, you will be having it someday."