The Billionaire and The Hijabi

C H A P T E R ( 2 3 )

"I don't care how he looks, how he dresses, how he is, what i care about is his character and manners, a real gentleman does not need a perfect face to be it, he needs class and manners"

~T.D.H.L

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IQRA 

"Masha Allah!!" everyone squealed as i descended the stairs 

I did not know if Shumayll was back yet or not 

he did not even call me! 

"Jazak Allah khair" i muttered, looking down 

Bhabhi held my hand as i walked down the last two stairs 

bhai smiled at me, his eyes watery 

"I will be with him" whispered bhabhi and i nodded

Ammi had come to my room earlier and had cried a river saying her daughter was going away, and other mother-ly stuff

I nodded and smiled 

I was wearing a long gown, black and white of course with black and white converse (Shumayll's) paired with a hijab and some bracelets 

Bhabhi did my makeup, putting on some lip stick and eyeliner only because i was whining about the rest 

"You look pretty" whispered bhai and i grinned up at him 

We got into the car, i was with bhai and bhabhi 

"So how are you feeling?" teased bhabhi from the front seat and bhai laughed

"Ruqayyah, quit it" said bhai still laughing 

i sighed and looked out of the window 

"We are here" announced bhai and my heart beat accelerated

Nabz and Nafz gave me huge smiles as they stood with me but i preferred bhabhi over anyone, i swear 

Bhabhi held my hand tight as we stood infront of the local mosque, where she got married to bhai 

"Ahhh" she sighed, happily "-Memories" 

"Hmm" i muttered nervously 

"Alright ladies, head in" said mom when Riza aunt interrupted her speech 

"Awwwhh masha Allah!!" she squealed as she tackled me in a huge hug 

I chuckled nervously and she laughed 

"nervous about saying yes or about meeting my son after the prayers?" she whispered in my ear and i swear i could feel myself getting heated up 

why was this place hot?!

"Alright ladies, now lets head inside" said mom and aunt laughed

Huma didi gave me a quick tight hug and beamed in joy 

"Finally shes my dewvraani!" she winked and i smiled weakly 

We walked inside and took a seat at one corner 

not many ladies were here, it was just our family and some other ladies who had come for juma prayers

the imaam spoke about marriage and how it was important and what not, i would be listening if my nervousness allowed 

"Do you Iqraar Safaawat Ibrahim, take Mohammed Shumayll Istiaq Edris to be your halal, lawful, husband upon the mahr of the recitation of Surah Rahman and one quraan?" asked the imaam