His Love; Her Existence ✔

⭐Chapter 32⭐

The next day, I was seated carefully in the car along with my parents, on our way back home. Ammaar had not come face to face again with us, instead decided to watch me secretly from places my father would not see.

It was such a difficult task to keep my eyes away from him but I tried my best so that neither of my parents find anything suspicious.

For every second my eyes met his, it took a whole lot of control to not just run to him and hug the life out of him.

As the car came to a stop, I snapped out of my thoughts. Abbu helped me get out carefully as I ignored the slight dizziness again.

My eyes locked on the house in front of me and a wave of nostalgia hit me. It has been so long. My..my home. Tears shined in my eyes as I recalled all the memories this house contained. All the memories that made up my life.

"Come on, beta(child)," my dad ushered and supported my weight as we entered my home sweet home, after my mother.

The first step in and an air of peace swam through me. My eyes raked over everything, drinking it all in. Before I knew, I was seated on the sofa beside my dad and ammi had handed me a glass of water.

Slowly, I took gulps of water, relaxing as it went down my throat. Sitting beside me, my mother stared at me with soft eyes.

"I'm so glad you are okay. All thanks to Allah." She rested her palm on my cheek, giving a small smile. In the split second, her arms were around me, embracing me in the best motherly hug. We both let loose our tears and stayed like this for sometime. Everything was said through the hug.

"Ahh why are women always so emotional?" My father asked, dramatically. We both, mother and daughter, pulled away and playfully glared at him.

He let out a heartfelt laugh and put his hands up in surrender. "Come here," he told me. And once again, I was wrapped up in a hug and I felt my heart relax in an unexplainable way. My dad, my hero. I was finally here.

"Now who's the one getting emotional?" My mother shot back with teary eyes.

We both pulled back. "Quit ruining the father daughter moment, Ambreen." He complained. "You're just jealous, that's all."

My mom's eyes narrowed. "Me? Jealous? My foot." She rolled her eyes and huffed.

"Okay calm down children." I cooed. "Let's not fight now." I said stifling a laugh.

Like that, we spent sometime talking, bickering back and forth, laughing, smiling and sharing our happiness. I missed them. I missed them so much. Finally sitting with my loving parents after so long, this moment seemed magical.

Soon, I was walked to my bedroom and for twenty minutes all I had done was to stare at it, stare at every furniture, every wall, every possession of mine.

Slowly, I lied down on my bed, feeling the soft mattress beneath. My eyes trailed on the ceiling.

I couldn't help but keep thinking I was finally back home.

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I walked down the stairs, slowly. As soon as I entered the living room, I froze. My eyes wide and mouth parted. Mirroring my expression, the two of them were standing in front of me.

"Dina!" They both yelled at the same time I screamed out their name.

Quickly I ran to them and we three were enveloped in a full tight hug, not leaving the other for sometime.

"Oh my Allah! I can't believe this. I can't believe you're standing in front of us." Aira said, clearly unable to digest the fact that I am, indeed, here.