Huzaifa stood in front of his room mirror,messing around with his hair as he tried to hurry to meeting his friends.
Your friends or her?His consciousness threw at him and Huzaifa groaned.
His friends and her.Ya Allah,he knew it was wrong but MashaAllah she was beautiful.Hw could not get the image of when he first saw her out of his head.
“Are they always like this?” Huzaifa asked Farooq who nodded,his face covered in a amused smile as the others.
“Yep but according to Zahraa it used to be worst when their other friend was with them.”
“Other friend?Which other friend?” Luqmaan asked curiously.
“They have a friend by the name of Yasmin,she lost her husband a two years ago and since then she hasn't been in contact with them.Zahraa speaks very highly of her.”
Huzaifa sat stunned,wow.Whoever this girl was must have loved her husband dearly that she pulled herself away from her friends.
Huzaifa wanted to ask more but he was cut off by a barely audible voice,”Well,wish and hope no more Zazu.Congrats by the way.”
Huzaifa looked up and he smwas stunned.
The woman in front of him was beautiful MashaAllah.She was quiet short,only coming to Zahraa’s shoulder.She had beautiful brown eyes that took in her friends.He admired her gaze that did not stray from her friends.
“This is the friend who's opinion matter a hell load to Zahraa.” Farooq whispered to them and he cleared his throat causing the women to turn.Even then the newcomer’s gaze did not stray towards them.
“Sorry,I kind of get excited to see this girl.Anyway.” Zahraa hooked her arm into the woman's elbow and smiled at Farooq,”This is Yasmin,my best friend and Yasmin this is Farooq,my going to be husband.”
Farooq gave Yasmin a smile,”It's great to finally meet Zahraa’s other half.I've heard a lot about you.”
Huzaifa smiled when Yasmin gave Zahraa a suspicious look,”All good things I hope.”
Zahtaa rolled her eyes at the comment,”Duh.Oh and this is his best friends.Zayaan,Luqmaan and Huzaifa.”
Huzaifa held his breath hoping she would at least look at them but unfortunately she only glanced over them,fast.Then nodded her head and looked down.
”Can we sit or are we going to get this whole thing going while we standing?”
Her comment got them going and Huzaifa could not help but throw her subtle glances every few minutes.Non which she caught.He wondered what mystery was she that got him hyped.What about her pulled him to her?What was it about this woman who's sincere answers sent her best friends throwing her mock glares.Hw wished he could now but alas,he did not know if he would get a chance.
Huzaifa finally got his hair how he wanted it and and after grabbing his wallet,which he slid into his back pocket.He grabbed his keys and after greeting his parents rushed to his car.
He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel to the beat of Baarish and he felt his face split into a smile as he started pulling closer to the place he had to meet everyone.
Huzaifa messed with his hair once more before getting off the car and locking it.He walked into Spur and his eyes fell on his friends.
He told the waiter that he was with them and proceeded towards the table.His eyes scanned the table and he saw who he was looking for.
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YASMIN
SpiritualYasmin is a widow.Her husband passed away from a heart attack and since then she has devoted herself to her in-laws and working as a teacher. Huzaifa is young man who you could classify as being rich but he is humble.Everyone's telling him to get ma...