Mr. Billionaire Unwanted Bride

Chapter 10

If you haven't prayed your salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can't

Happy reading

5 years later

Mannat p.o.v

I wake up to the faint sound of the adhan, the call to prayer, echoing through the darkness. The room is draped in shadows, barely touched by the moonlight seeping through the curtains. My body feels heavy with sleep, but my heart awakens with a sense of purpose.

Gently, I sit up on my bed, allowing my feet to touch the cold floor. The chill runs up my legs, sending shivers throughout my body. I push the duvet aside, my eyes still adjusting to the lack of light, as I fumble around for my prayer mat.

Finding my footing, I make my way towards the corner of my room, where the mat is always placed, just a few steps away. As I unfold it, my fingers brush against familiar patterns, the soft material comforting against my skin. The feeling is like coming home.

I close my eyes, preparing myself mentally, as I take a deep breath. A surge of spirituality courses through my veins, enveloping my entire being. In this moment, it's just me and my Creator, connected in a sacred bond that transcends time and space.

With each step towards the prayer mat, I can feel the weight of the world slowly slipping away. The worries, the anxieties, the expectations of the day ahead fade into insignificance. I am here, present, offering salah, my soul yearning for the connection it craves.

I position myself on the mat, my knees resting lightly against its surface. My hands find their place, fingers interlocking, as I lower my head in submission. The serenity of the pre-dawn hours, the stillness that blankets the entire house, wraps around me tightly, cocooning me in tranquillity.

As the call to prayer continues outside, my lips silently utter the words, softly reciting the verses I have committed to memory. The prayers flow effortlessly, their meaning etched into the deepest corners of my heart. I am fully present, fully focused, in complete surrender.

After completing my salah I prayed Surah - Yaseen as Prophet Muhammad    ( peace be upon him ) said, “One who recites Surah Yaseen in the morning, Allah Almighty will be responsible for fulfilling all his needs.”

Soft sunlight seeps through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room as  a smile forms on my lips, drawn by the enchanting light that spills through my window.

" What a promising morning awaits…" I breath softly

I went to the kitchen and made tea for my parents who were already awake .

" Assalamualaikum  " I greeted as soon as he entered the house .

" Walekum assalam my Princess " he took the tea with a grateful smile on his face .

I went to my mother and gave her tea…." Thank you, " she smiled .

I was walking out of the room when I heard my mother whisper to my father .

" My daughter changed so much ... .I couldn't be more grateful to my lord " I could almost hear her breaking down .

Smiling, I walk away .

I couldn't help but think about how these past 5 years changed me so much that now I laugh at myself .

I couldn't believe I was so selfish back then…. I used to be so jealous of Samiya but now I miss her and my little munchkin so much .

Samiya and Zunaid now shifted to another city for work purposes; it almost takes a day for anyone to reach over there.

I miss my sister but more than that I am dying to meet my niece who is just 1 year old .