SERENDIPITY OF LOVE ✅

#11

Her eyes slowly began opening themselves, and she felt as her temperature began rising slowly. She took some seconds on the bed without analysing where she was or how she ended up sleeping for what seemed like an hour or even more. She knew she had slept to her satisfaction because she could feel her brain refreshed. Sitting upright, Fadwa scanned the room she was in, and there it occurred to her. How it all happened. She slipped into the pool. Did he save her? Obviously. Because she knew the strength of the waves of that water would never let her alive unless Maheer saved her. Her boss.

She got lost once again in the paintings adorning the walls of her favourite room. And for a moment, she imagined how happy she would be if she were to be waking up every day to these paintings. She was certain they would fill her life with happiness. A thought struck her mind, that she didn't pray her subh salah, and from the way she felt, she knew it was past the time. Breakfast! She didn't cook him breakfast! She jerked up from the bed despite how lazy she was feeling her body, she couldn't risk herself being humiliated by her boss.

As she turned, she found her hijab neatly folded on the bed side drawer. That was when she took a look at her body, and an unexpected sigh escaped her lips seeing she was fully clothed with the clothes she came with. She felt the slippery texture of her hear on her neck and as she placed her hand on her head, she felt nothing. Her veil wasn't there with her. And she made the mistake of never wearing a headband. How was she supposed to take care of her hair? It's too slippery that even if she tried making a bun, some strands won't just stay.

She slumped back on the bed and looked around the whole room, that was when her eyes fell on him. He was facing the qibla as he said his Zuhr prayer. She had always loved playing in congregations. That's why she sometimes stayed long at school so she could be able to. Fadwa smiled and rushed to the toilet inside the room, she performed her ablution and was so fast in putting on her hijab. She was fortunate enough he was on the second raka'ah and was saying his first tahiyya. So she joined. Praying behind him as she smiled, satisfied that she was finally able to pray in congregation today. Something good about the day.

Maheer didn't know what made him stayed in that room that he read his book, and when it was time for prayer, he felt he couldn't go to the mosque and left her there. So he performed his ablution and started praying in the room. He said his last salam and turned his back to say his azkhar when he found her seated behind him, saying her missed raka'ahs. He was baffled, because he was sure he heard when the bathroom room was opened but he never imagined her to pray behind him.

He finished saying his supplications and walked to the sofa, where he had a complete view of her as she finished her prayer and started saying her supplications. He was looking at her closely and while she was praying, he was sure he saw some tears rolling down her cheeks, which she swiftly wiped at.

What made her cry? He shrugged off his shoulders at that and made a malicious expression on his face. Lest this girl thought of something just because he stayed in her room and she prayed behind him. "What are you still doing there? Aren't you recovered yet? In the first place, what took you to my pool?" He fixed his eyes on her, and Fadwa had nothing to do but pouted her lips.

And it got to him! "I'm asking you something and you sit there pouting your lips like a baby? Go away! My lunch should be ready in a minute from now!" He thundered, and she didn't know when she left the room. She had caught a sight of her black veil under her hijab, but she was in a rush to pray along with him that she didn't get the time to took it and now he had chased her away. Tomorrow is monday, and Majida used her veil to school.

Without so much energy in her, she walked to the kitchen and looked at the clock. It read 2:15pm. She had to an hour to prepare his lunch. She switched on the phone he gave her and took a look at the food timetable Mamitah sent. She entered YouTube, and that was how she cooked his lunch for him. Follow every step the chef made. She was done by 3:45pm and as she rushed to get the things out of the kitchen, she saw him watching out too. With his book in between his fingers. She internally groaned. Fadwa didn't know why this man loved reading so much. She hated books. Novels to be precise.