Because, Its Halal - muslim Romance #Wattys 2015#YourStoryIndia

Chapter 6 - Its him

The most prized possession of a woman is her modesty.

Its him.

I woke up for Fajr, prayed & went back to bed, I fell asleep immediately that usually never happens with me.

May be I was just too tired.

College was to begin in a week and then I had to quit my summer job of teaching muslim children at the orphanage, I had been doing this for the past two years and really enjoyed it but since Yusuf was getting married I had taken a week off, I had to go back today.

I woke up a little late, dressed myself and went down for breakfast.

I saw Aisha bhabhi and mum who were already in the kitchen preparing breakfast.

"Assalamualaikum" I greeted casually, I was still sleepy.

"Walekum Assalam Ayaat" Aisha bhabhi greeted back with enthusiasm  and mum greeted after her.

"Should I help?" I asked for the sake of formality.

"No no its fine, ammi and I will do it." Aisha bhabhi said smiling ear to ear.

"Ayaat get ready beta we have to go to Zaroon's house, they have invited us for lunch." Mum chopping some onions for the omelette.

"Us?" I asked surprised and I was suddenly wide awake.

"Late Last night they called to invite Aisha & Yusuf but today morning I got a call again, asking all of us to come too." She says looking at me.

I hesitated with my response but gave a quick smile & left the kitchen.

I did not have time to think about lunch at Zaroon's place, I was already late we had breakfast together and I went back to my room packed my bag for the orphanage & left.

That was one time during the summers where my time would be tension free and I'd enjoy my time spent with the cute kids.

Teaching those children was something I considered a blessing, because I felt like Allah was helping those kids through me. I loved children that was the main reason I took up the job, I was not even getting paid but it didn't matter.
Over the last two years these kids had become a huge part of my life, I would look forward to summers.

By the time I reached home it was 1:00. I saw everyone dressed and seated in the living room ,they all looked at me like I was an uninvited guest in their home.

"What?" I asked confused with their reaction.

"Where were you? We called you so many times. We are late for lunch. It's such bad manners to go to someone's place exactly during meal time" My mum said with a hint of anger.

"I was at the orphanage  ammi..but..Wait..what?" I had forgotten about the lunch invitation.

"We have to go Zaroon's place get dressed quickly we leave in 5 minutes" I hear an order form Yusuf.

I stick out my tongue & run to my room before he could catch me.

I opened my wardrobe & took out a plain white top with silver border, a white and blue hijab & changed.

As I began to tie my hijab I was hit with the flashback of the previous day.

Rahil . Zaroon .

So much happened in one day!

And suddenly I started to feel my heart beat faster.

What if they were really brother's?