Bowled Over By The Broken

Chapter 21: An Incomplete Victory

5th April, 2017 

Dear readers, wish Shamaaz all the best as he embarks on this IPL journey. Oh, and if you're a cricket fan, please let me know which team you'd be supporting this season. Let's see the variety of supporters we have ;) Happy reading :* 

To my non cricket fans: I hope you guys don't mind the reference to the sport in this book/ chapter. Anabya hates the sport, so she's on your side lol.

 "Wama tawfiqi illa billah: My succes is only through Allah."

[Qur'an]

Chapter 21:

  An Incomplete Victory  

"Bee? Are you ready?"

"Coming, Ma."

Slinging her bag across, picking up her laptop pouch, and giving herself the once over in the mirror, she pushed in one of the pins that was about to fall from her hijab and walked out of the room.

She quickly tossed in a piece of apple in her mouth and walked to her mum.

"Make dua for me," she said, taking her mother's hand in hers and dropping a kiss. She did it very rarely, but she did it every time she started something new.

Of everyone in her life, her mum meant the most to her. With her duas by her side, she knew she could win the world.

"May Allah make things easy for you and grant you success of both the worlds," Nikhat prayed, caressing her daughter's face as she smiled tenderly.

"All the best, Bee," Aamina wished, coming out of the room as she hurried to the kitchen, getting Furqaan his morning tea. "All set?"

"Alhamdulilah, Bhabhi," Anabya smiled. "Bhai, shall we leave?" She asked turning to Furqaan.

"Yes, please," he said hurriedly, while he sipped the tea Aamina got him and typed a quick message on his phone.

When they were outside and Anabya was sitting by the stairs, strapping her shoes, as she looked up, she found her brother kiss Aamina on the cheek as he bid her goodbye.

Blushing by the display of emotion and not willing to seem like an intruder, she re-strapped her strapped sandals, her eyes downcast.

"Done, Bee? We're getting late," Furqaan said, walking two steps ahead and quickly nodding, Bee followed him.

Standing by the door, Aamina waved at her husband and sister. "Take care and don't fret too much," she beamed, and Anabya hesitated for a moment, taking a step towards her sister in law but stopping mid way.

Why did she find it so hard to show her emotions? 

As if reading her thoughts, Aamina stepped forward and hugged Anabya. "You'll do well in sha Allah," She assured Bee and smiling in return with eyes glistening in appreciation, Anabya nodded.

"See you in the evening, Aamy," Furqaan called behind him while she broke off from the hug and the brother and sister took the flight of stairs to the basement car park.

"Nervous?" Furqaan asked referring to her emotions on the first day of the internship.

"Excited," she answered.