Their Compatibility

Chapter Two

Their Compatibility :

Two:

The atmosphere was euphoric in the tent when Mikaeel and Diya entered. Both families were already so comfortable with each other that nobody felt like a guest. The only two that were left in uncomfortable silence were the bride and groom as they made their way to the well decorated table at the front.

Thankfully for Mikaeel, his best-friend was by his side in an instant... Gafoor joked around and tried to bring Diya into conversation but was more reserved with her because he had never dealt with a woman in niqaab before.

Mikaeel tried to hide his amusement but failed terribly because Gafoor narrowed his eyes at him, whacking him on the arm in the process.

"I bet I spoke more words to her than you!" Gafoor whispered.

Diya refrained from lending her ear to the best-friends so she didn't hear what they were talking about and luckily so because Mikaeel was very curt when he agreed with Gafoor and was not phased by the idea that his best friend had more to say to his wife than him.

"Di...ya!" A cheery voice on the other end of the table greeted.

Diya stood up at once and embraced her close friend Fatima. The two were more like siblings than childhood friends so they always introduced each other as their sister to anybody that enquired about their relationship.

"Things seem to be a bit awkward around here so I decided to join you. Is everything okay?" Fatima mumbled under her breath.

Diya smiled widely before answering...

"Everything is just perfect, we just need to get used to the idea of being married. We aren't like other couples who just hit it off at once, you know the kind. I'm sure we will be fine by tomorrow or so... What's good on the dessert table?" the change of topic was exactly what Diya needed and she was glad that her friend took the bait when she ticked off on her fingers each yummy dessert available for the evening.

"Can I get you anything?" Fatima asked as an afterthought.

Diya shook her head at the same time that Mikaeel turned to ask her if she was ready to leave.

"Ready when you are." she smiled shyly his way.

Fatima's eyes grew round at the sound of her 'brother-in-law's' deep voice... It was the kind that she and Diya always dreamed of but never thought was owned by anyone.

Diya saw the look in her besties eyes and knew exactly what she was thinking.

"Told you...Everything is perfect." the whispered words went unheard because Fatima was still staring at the broad shouldered guy who was looking at her thoughtfully.

The pinch on her arm had Fatima wincing in pain but she smiled at Diya knowingly.

"I will just tell your parents that you're ready to leave." with a half wave she was gone.

Mikaeel was always amused by the confusing species called women and now he was even moreso... Now he had one of his own, he realized. He wondered how she was going to handle him because he was not like other men, he didn't do romance and he certainly didn't do the whole lovey dovey thing.

Just then his thoughts were interrupted by the soft voice from beside him and he had to blink twice before training his gaze on his wife...

She was beautiful in an ordinary way, he thought. She was not powder fair nor was she covered in foundation like most of the women he could see in the hall... 'Thank Allah for that, he said in his mind. Diya had a deep, honey colored complexion and the minimal use of makeup just made her glow under the bright lighting.

"Hello? Are you even listening to a word I'm saying?" again the voice had him blinking twice before he turned red in the face.

"Maaf, I was just thinking about something. What was it you were saying?" he smiled apologetically.

"Everybody is waiting for us at the entrance." she stood on tiptoe to whisper in his ears.

Mikaeel's gaze flew to the door and surely everybody was watching them.

"Shoot, let's go." he grabbed Diya's hand gently and lead her out. It was only when they were in the car that the shock of his actions registered. He didn't do the whole 'hold her hand'  thing, then how?

It was the atmosphere, the right thing to do... He comforted himself. It was nothing more.

Ayesha Ally
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