Meant To Be His

CHAPTER 4: Invitation To Party

Assalam o alikum, Everyone! How's your Ramadan going. Hope so they are going good.

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IBRAHIM:

We accept the love we think we deserve. He always got lost in her. He felt the urge to make her his. He want to see her every morning and every night.

"Yeah! I met Ibrahim." Was her simple reply, how perfectly his name rolled out of her tongue.

He was having strange thoughts, he was talking like a lover boy. He couldn't concentrate on the conversation which was currently going on. He was just looking at the beautiful features of a beautiful women standing infront of him.

"......rahim." a voice familiar called him but he couldn't focus. He was busy in admiring her features.

"IBRAHIM STUPID!" Danish yelled near his ear. He flinched and was about to burst but he controlled it.

"What?" He asked annoyingly. He hated it, when someone disturbs him in doing anything.

"Buddy! I think you should go to your class, as bell rung two minutes ago and you are still here. If you'll not go, you get detention. Do you want it?" Danish said patting Ibrahim's back and was giving him a look of 'come out of your dream land.'

"Okay! I am going. What's your first class." He asked huria in front of them.

"English, why?" She asked.

"let's go! My first class is also English." He said.

"Okay!" She was tensed but still nodded.

He didn't know why was she tensed. He thought might be she was not comfortable around him. He was fighting a battle of whether he should ask her or not. He thought of taking a first step.

"Is there anything which is troubling you?" He asked nervously.

"Why do you think like that?" She replied looking at him with confused expression.

She replied with another question. Why couldn't she answer the damn question simply.

"You look tensed. That's why I asked. As, you know we are friends you can share anything. If, you want to." He said confidently and gave her a reassuring smile, but deep inside he was nervous. He didn't know where his confidence flew when he was talking to her.

"Thanks! But I am okay." She passed him one of her beautiful smile.

"Your smile is beautiful. You should smile more often." He blurted out. Her face became scarlet, her eyes sparkle and she looked at him and something flashed in her eyes. They were sad for a mere second but then she masked her expression.

"Thank you!" She said with a sweet smile.

Huria's P.O.V:

Ibrahim was pretty nervous around her. She could feel the tension between them, but what he said took her off guard.

"Your smile is so beautiful, you should smile more often." He blurted.

"Api your smile is beautiful, so unique. You should smile even more." Hamza said playfully to lighten her mood.

"Yours too, Hamz!" she replied with a wide grin plastered on her face.

Same words said by Ibrahim. That time those words helped her to lighten her mood, to cheer her up, but today those words were like a knife twisting in her chest. She missed her family, but she couldn't let her past ruin her future. She would move on and be stronger. She would become a person, no one ever thought she could be.