Rawah bint Abdullah's POV
The chilly winds of dawn caressed my face as I lay there. Mum had come earlier to wake me up for fajr. After I had prayed I had once again retired to the same spot I had been before.
I could see the glass doors to the garden here, as much as I wanted to go I couldn't get my legs move. They were too comfortable under the woolen covers. I was still looking at the garden when I saw a person walking towards the garden. Ahsan, my legs suddenly not so comfy decided to stand up. I let my gaze follow him till the doors of the garden. I was taken by suprise when I saw what he did next. He turned around, looked up and waved at me. I was too shocked to even move when I heard my cellphone notify me that I had a message.
An unknown number?
Who could it be. Still confused and a bit dazed I typed my pincode and checked the message.You look good In Aqua ;)
I looked at the doors to the garden to see an Ahsan smiling brightly. I felt heat rise to my cheeks. Annoyed I grabbed all the woolen covers and the pillow and walked in to the room shutting the balcony door.
The nerve of that aaargh!!As per my usual routine I should have been on my way to the garden now, but the certain somebody kept me from going. I still wanted to find out the answers to the questions. But that had to wait, I didn't want to question him straight out because I knew the outcome. What would be the outcome? Lies over lies.
So instead of sulking around in my room I decided to check out my story book collection, To be precise the Harry Potter collection. The only collection of books I could stand. I loathed books, but Harry was certainly an exception.
Picking out Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows I got lost in the wizarding world; an excellent escape from reality.I was totally lost in the book and reluctant to leave the wizarding world when my lovely mother had come to get me for breakfast. She saw how annoyed I was and said at once," Harry potter? " I had simply nodded instead of pleading her to let me go back in to the wizarding world knowing that my several pleas would go unnoticed. The faster I want downstairs the faster I could resume my place finding hocruxes.
I followed her downstairs after I was fully covered and walked in to the kitchen to help mum. Making breakfast with mum unlike other days was quite different. She made no inquisitions about suitors or marriage. She seemed quite lost in her little bubble. I was about to ask her about it when dad had walked inside the kitchen asking if he could help with breakfast. I was then sent of to the garden which was quite unusual. I saw Ahsan reading a book near the Apple tree but decided to act like I didn't see him and walked up to Nuh who seemed to be examing the roses. More like trying to pluck one but failing due to the thorns.
I watched him at it for a few minutes before I finally handed him the pluckers from a nearby table. He looked grateful as he tried plucking again, But he was still unsuccessful. Annoyed I took the pluckers from him and plucked him the poor rose who he had been torturing.Mum cameby seconds later asking us to come for breakfast. She didnt seem to notice the rose which was held by Nuh who had made no advances to hide it. Confused I asked a quite joyous Nuh after mum was out of sight," What's wrong with Mum and Dad? "
He looked as if all the blood had drained out of his face as he answered," Nothing, I got to go. " With that he sprinted away leaving me baffled but certain that something was cooking.
Not long before I took a step forward I heard a voice behind me which made me stop in my tracks," Don't worry, I'm not sure if it's something you would like but it might be! "
The smug smirk on his face was all I needed to know that it would be nothing I would like or prefer.Thinking of the possibilities I sprinted towards the house leaving him without an answer. I didn't quite want to waste my energy in him, after all who would.
Ah salaam alaikum warah mathuhllahi wa barakatuh,
Jazak allah khairan for all the votes and views and giving this story a chance. Sorry for updating so late, in sha allah there will be weekly update a starting from nextweek. May allah bless you all. ♡Don't forget to vote and comment your views.
Jazak allah khairan
Fi amanillah ☆☆
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