Falling For Yazaar (Will Be Rewritten)

Chapter 18

'Lailah!' Yazaar called and ran into the bathroom. He slipped which wet his clothes and I panicked even more.

'I-I-I am so sorry! I am so stupid! I am so sorry Yazaar!' I said while fussing over the water on the floor by using the towel.

'Lailah...it is okay,' He said taking my hands in his.

'Yaz...ohhh my God! What happened here?' Ummi said.

His mother walked into our bathroom and slapped us both lightly.
'What are you doing sitting in this water! Thinking you are in a Romantic Bollywood movie! You will fall ill!'

Yazaar and I both blushed before I helped him up.

'I'm sorry Aunty Alya, I forgot that the tap was open and I will pay for the water damage.'

She sighed and shook her head. 'It is okay, no need to pay for anything. Your husband will, na Yazaar?'

Yazaar nodded, he stared at me for a little while while scratching his jaw and surprised both his mother and I when he began laughing.

'How did you end up doing this?' He asked and threw his head back as he laughed.

'Ummi...he's laughing at me,' I whispered audibly before beginning to cry.

Why are you so calm about this? I nearly flooded your house. Shout at me, kick me out even then tell me to come back!

She smiled while watching Yazaar step forward to embrace me while still laughing.

'I can't help it, it's just so surreal,' he told me and I returned his embrace.

When we pulled apart with our clothes wet, Ummi folded her arms with a satisfied smile on her face.

'Okay I suppose you will have to share Zainub's room until this is sorted but keep in mind her bed isn't big and she has a cracked window so it's sort of cold. I still don't know why she doesn't want the window fixed.'

I nodded before going to our cupboard and getting dry sweatpants and T-shirt. I changed in the guest bathroom in advance to following Ummi to her daughter's room and changing the sheets and bedding.

'Thank you Lailah,' she told me and I glanced up at her.

'What happened Ummi?'

She smiled before shrugging and sitting on the bed that we had just made.

'For choosing my son.'

I smiled shyly. 'I had nothing to do with this Ummi, Allah made us in pairs and surprisingly I am Yazaar's half. Pray it is a successful happy marriage,' I told her and she jumped up before exclaiming,'Ameen!'

I watched her leave then sat down on the bed. I yawned and stretched tiredly, I decided that I would get into the bed without even putting night clothes on nor showering. The moon was shining brightly that night, I kept the curtains open, climbed under the covers and stared out of the window.

I thought of my mother Laeelah and felt all sorts of emotions. I thought of fate. If I would have still married Yazaar if they were alive? Would we have still moved here? Would I still meet him? Would we still get married? Would my parents have accepted our marriage? Would papa have allowed me to marry him? What would papa tell me about him texting other girls? Would mama have slapped him or sat him down and asked him why he was speaking to another female?

Why is this bothering you so much when you supposedly don't care?

I fell asleep and awoke in the early hours of the morning, 3am to be precise.