Planned By Him(an islamic love story)

chapter 17

Zahir's POV

Hasna and I shared a knowing look.
I re-read the name written in the block of the person who is a close friend/ relative that has been with the patient a.k.a. my dad.

It just hurts when I think about how I couldn't see my dad in his last days....I just have faint mories of him and my mother including Hasna's family.

The name written there was not my mom, nafisa's but it was my aunt, meeza. She had broken relations with us a long time ago. Why was she here? Where was my mom? Had she also...?

No! There has to be some other reason. I dreaded at the thought of my mom dying,leaving me. This cannot happen. 

There has to be some other reason she was not there for my dad.

I looked at hasna. She knew my aunt very well too.

She looked at me with a concerned look, as if she read my thoughts.

I shook my head and said," there has to be some other reason. We have to call the contact number written here. Its probably aunt meeza's." , at which she gave me an uncertained look.

"Look Hasna, I know its wrong but we dont have any other choice to find mum, do we?" I said, slight irritation in my tone. Why doesnt she understand?

Hasna's POV

I bit my lip under my niqab, noticing zahir's behaviour. He's probably stressed. But so am I. I just let it slip and turned to look at Neil and Mark who had already shut their folder and were putting it back in the drawer.

I opened my mouth to say something but was cut off by the lous footsteps we heard, coming from the corridor.

The four of us shared horrified looks and started panicking. I quickly shut the folder tjat had somehow shifted from Zahir's arms to mine. Mark turned the light off and Neil closed the door and locked it. Meanwhile Zahir had reached the window through which we had climbed up.

Mark and Neil jumped cuff the window, literally. I gasped and peeked to see them sliding down through the rope. I almost forgot about it.

I slowly put my fingers on the railing and held the rope in my other hand. I could hear zahir mutter about me being a slow and scaredy cat. I was going to argue whrlen the sound of keys from outside the door caused Zahir to push me off the window. Literally.

I bit back a scream and shut my eyes tightly. Alhamdulillah that I was still holding on the rope or else...I dont want to think about the consequences.  I heard zahir lock the window and slide through the rope. I was still standing horizontally in between, clutching the rope and Zahir was sliding down with slight speed......OH MY ALLAH!!!

Before I could proceed anything, he slid behind me and pushed me with him which caused me to fall face-front on the hard ground. And him landing on me was a cherry on top. My nose banged to the ground.

I stood up, ready to shove zahir in the face when he grabbed my hand and hurriedly pulled me with him, towards the car. I made a mental note to take revenge on him later on.

I saw the silhouette of two men running in the other direction. Neil and Mark.  I yelled a good bye to them and slid into the car with Zahir right behind me.

Zahir started the engine and I sighed in relief, muttering 'Alhamduliallah'. Then turned to Zahir and gave a full blown punch on his shoulder, since I couldnt hit his pretty fac-wait. What?

"ARgh! are you INSANE?? Cant You see I'M DRIVING!?" He yelled losing control on the wheel for a second.

He pushed the brakes and turned to me with a pissed off look.

"What the hell were you thinking? We could have been in an accident!"
He yelled and I instantly felt guilty. Not for hitting him but for hitting him at the wrong time.

"Okay sorry. But I just couldnt help it. You FELL on me! U know its haram to touch a non mehram." I retorted.

"I know that. And I wouldnt do it if you were sane enough to move fast! And what about you punching me? Isnt that haram?"

" Whatever! Its still your fault! And about that, I just punched you because my nose hurts!  And its ALSO YOUR fault!!"

He gave me a disbelieving look but stayed silent nonetheless and started driving.

I frowned at him and turned to the window, my hands folded on my chest.

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So...hasna and zahir had a fight?....dont worry, they'll make up later :)

Sorry cuz the chapter is a bit short. But-hey! I wanted to ask something. There's this book on wattpad named 'Planned by Allah'. I dunno who wrote it and when. But I dont want anyone to think she or I copied. Soo shud I change this books title or ask her if she's okay with the titles being pretty much the same....maybe we both thought of the same sorta title at the same time?......so plz tell me what shud be done, in the comments below.

Love,

Gorgeoushijabi ♡♥^.^