Destined To Be.

Chapter 18

Afsan

I dropped the lads of at the train station after having a catch up at a local late cafe. It was good to see them as It's been ages. The fact that Layla was at the forefront of our converastion didn't helped matters. Tony the idiot kept on yapping away about the way she looked whilst Malik was eye rolling every two seconds at his words.

Malik told him to man up and ask her out already, whilst Tony scoffed, shooting me daggers saying how could he when Layla still only has eyes for me. I've told him a million times that I don't see Layla in that way. Yes, sure we've shared our first kiss, almost had sex on more than a few questions.

Don't judge me guys, that was a time in my life when I was not religious at all. I lead a completely different life when I was younger. I had to much freedom and all my friends aside from Malik were not muslim, so hanging around with that crowd played a huge part in the way I was living my life.

I had a work hard and party harder mentality. My college days mostly consisted of partying and partying. The fact that I didn't had to study or revise to get the grades I wanted was a plus. Girls was another bonus for me. I had my share of plenty first time everything.  However ,I don't know what kept me from going all the way with any of them.

I now count that as a blessing. That and not drinking. I suppose even if I would get carried away with that lifestyle, I would always knew my limits. My parents in the back of my mind, my very religious father, my upbringing. That saved me from committing the sins that are prohibited in my religion.

That and Always repenting to Allah. I guess the older I got the more I started to change. I started to attend the local Mosque regularly, started to pray more, and the in depths conversations that I would have with our beloved head clerk at the Mosque were always an eye opener. Imam Mohammed was such a patient and understanding man. He has this calm persona that drew you in. It's takes a special person to have that kind of trait and he felt blessed from Allah with the respect that was and still is bestowed upon him.

I'm blessed and grateful for many things. Ayla Ghulab Khan Khattak is one of them. I smile as a mental picture of her from earlier invades my thoughts. Damn, that woman is so beautiful, so fine and she doesn't have a clue. She can't see the impact she has on me. Her confession of earlier, when she said she was falling in love with me. God, I felt that I was going to explode with happiness. That moment is by far one of the best moments of my life. That and when the first time I laid my eyes on her.

It's true when I told her that I fell in love at first sight. How could I not? I've never come across a woman who is so unaware of her beauty. Who doesn't need to ladle herself with make-up to look good. Who doesn't give a toss what others think of her. She had my heart from that first meeting and I knew that there was no going back. I don't want to go back.

Ever!!

I've finally arrived, parking the car, I quickly make my way inside. I can't wait to finish where we left off. She's all I've been thinking about. I wasn't kidding when I told her I wanted to send the guests home. I need to be given an award for my damn compusure. Walking around with a mini hard on is so damn frustrating.

I'm going to take her in my arms and kiss the living daylights out of her. I know she is finally letting go. She has come a long way. She practically melts in my arms now. But I will never push her for more. She knows that the ball is always in her court. She has the reins to led us where she wants and I'm more than willing to follow her.

Upon entering our home, I noticed that the place is clean and tidy, but there is no sight of Ayla. I bet she's tired. She's done a splendid job of pulling the evening off, being the wonderful and attentative hostess. My family has also fallen in love with her. How could they not?