Take off your Hijab (Rewriting)

Because I LOVE YOU!✅

(AN/ yes I just updated this chapter again for the second time because....apparently Wattpad hadn't saved the edited one  THAT I had written not long ago my apologies...anyways here it is)

"Sometimes what you're most afraid of doing is the very thing that will make you the happiest"

Third persons POV

"So fiancée, huh?" A familiar voice teased, dripping with mockery, making Amal jump out of her skin. She spun around, and there was Azad, standing right behind her with that smug grin.

"Azad!" Amal groaned, her eye rolling to the back of her head.

"Isn't that what you just said?" Azad retorted, clearly enjoying Amal's discomfort. Amal couldn't help but pout.

"Wait, were you actually aware of the commotion going on downstairs?" Amal suddenly asked, trying to steer the conversation elsewhere. But Azad, of course, wasn't so easily distracted.

"When are you going to admit your feelings for the guy? Can't you see how hard he's trying?" Azad pressed, her voice like a persistent mosquito that wouldn't let up.

"God, I really don't want to talk about this with you," Amal whined, her face already turning pink with embarrassment. Azad, on the other hand, was clearly loving every second of it.

"Then maybe you should talk about it with him!" Azad shot back, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Azad, can you please stop?" Amal groaned, her cheeks now practically glowing.

"I was talking about his mom coming back, but also admitting your feelings for him would work too!" Azad said, her voice teasing and relentless.

Amal's face went a deeper shade of red, and she crossed her arms over her chest. "I— I only said that about the fiancée thing to, like, make his mom mad enough to leave him alone! That's it! Nothing to see here!" she added quickly, as if her explanation would somehow make her behavior sound reasonable.

Azad's eyebrows shot up, and she smirked. "Oh, sure. You just happened to call him your fiancée to annoy his mom. Nothing to do with the fact that you might actually... like him?" Azad's tone was full of disbelief, and Amal could feel her sister's eyes drilling into her.

"No!" Amal stammered, her voice rising in panic. "It's— I mean, I don't— I was just—" She trailed off, realizing how ridiculous she sounded. "Look, it was a joke, alright? Nothing more. Just a little... spiteful remark to throw his mom off."

Azad raised an eyebrow. "Spiteful, huh? Sure, Amal. Spiteful... and totally not a sign of feelings." She made air quotes around "feelings," smirking wider now.

Amal huffed in frustration, crossing the threshold of the stairs. "God, don't you have something to do like... I don't know, feed your child or something?" she snapped, trying to escape the conversation.

Azad just shook her head with a knowing smile. "I already fed her. And even if I hadn't, don't think I wouldn't have caught on by now."

Amal paused on the stairs, halfway up, her hands gripping the railing as she turned back to face her sister. "Seriously though, can you drop it?" she asked, her voice a little softer now, though her blush still hadn't faded.

Azad leaned back onto the couch, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Fine, fine," she said, pretending to relent. "But just know this—when you finally figure it out, I'll be waiting. And if you need me, I'll be one call away."