The Life Of A Muslim Girl{Completed}

Chapter 13

Samreen's POV.

We reach at Ibrahim's house, or as I like to say my future husband. I wonder what he looks like, well today I will find out. When we went Ibrahim's house his mother greeted us. She is really sweet, even with Alisha, and if someone is nice with Alisha, I start to like that person. Before dinner, the adults decided to let me meet Ibrahim. Alisha us no where to be found. I don't know where she is. This is the time I need her and she's not even here.

"Ready to go meet him, dear" My mum's voice snap me out of my thoughts. I couldn't find the words to say so instead I just nod. She takes me to a room and stops at the door.

"He is in his room. Go meet him" She smiles and leave. I took a deep breath and slowly open the door. I kept my gaze on the floor, but I felt that Ibrahim was standing. I closed the door behind me and took four steps so I would be away from it.

I felt Ibrahim walking towards me. He lifts my chin up so that I could face him. There I saw him. My husband to be. Brown hair, hazel eyes, lips slightly pink. I instantly fell in love with him. He smiled at me, and I smile back.

"So you are samreen" Him saying my name gave me a thousand of butterflies.

" You're beautiful" He says and I put my head down so he wouldn't see me blush.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" He says and pulls his hand away, and it felt like arrow went straight through my heart.

"Don't you like me? Am I not nice? Am I not-" I cut him off by placing a kiss on his cheeks. I had to do it, he was sad and feeling insecure, and words couldn't explain better than a kiss on the cheek. I pull back looking at him, our eyes locked with each other. His hands move to my waist so he could hold me. He smiles.

"What was that for?" He asks me still smiling.

"To prove that you are absolutely perfect" I smile back at him.

"Oh! Then let me prove to you that you are perfect too" He says and I wonder what that meant.

"I don't understand" I say

"I will kiss you" He says and he leans forward.

I put my hands over his lips so he wouldn't kiss me.

"Not now. After the nikkah" I say and he smiles.

Ibrahim's POV.

I haven't seen samreen yet, and I am dying to see her. The adults took too long, she should be here with me. The adults said to go to my room and said that she will come in few minutes. Well for starters I can't wait few minutes. I have to see my wife to be now!

The sound of the door squeaking open brought me back, the door closed. The girl stepped in. She was wearing a black dress that looked amazing on her. She kept her head down so I made the first move. I lift her chin up so she could face me.

Her chocolate brown eyes, her lips... her red lips looks perfect. It makes me want to feel them on mine. I smiled at her knowing that she is my wife. She is Samreen, The girl that I have been waiting to see. Knowing that I love her. She smiles back at me.

"So you are Samreen" I say. It feels so good to say her name out loud.

"You're beautiful." I say but she dips her head down. She didn't say anything. Maybe she doesn't like me. Maybe I am not good for her. Maybe she likes someone else. Insecurity hit me and I take a step back, sadly.