Chapter 4

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"Zoya appi, are you ready yet? come on open the door they all will be here in no time.." Humaira was knocking my door after every few minutes. Ughhh!!! Can't she just let me here on my own for some time. I am already not ready for this situation and forcing me again and again they all are making it much more harder for me. Just a week back everything was going fine. I was happy in my own little world with my college and my family. I am going to be a professor soon but since Begum Sahiba came into that function of ours. Things changed and not for good..

Today the whole Nawab family is coming here for me. To ask my hand in marriage for their older son Asad.. And I don't feel happy at all.. Ammi, Abbu and even Humaira were so happy when they got the news. Abbu has tried so hard to convince them. As per them, this is my golden opportunity and I shouldn't be missing that. I know Abbu loves me and will always think about my benefit and I also know every parent want to find the best match for their daughters and to be honest this was that best match. Every girl in Shimla dream to be a part of Nawab family and here I was getting this opportunity on a silver platter. Since Begum Sahiba has herself chosen me for her Son.

But I am not ready. Marriage is such a big commitment and I am not ready at all. I have dreams, dreams of being a professor. Providing people with a gift that is education. Then how can I give it all up just like that. Allah please guide me to the right path. I don't want to disappoint my parents but I don't want to leave behind my dreams too. I know Nikah is a Sunnah and I am not denying to get married. Just help me with what is best in my favor.. And I will accept your decision gladly. With one final glance on myself, I finally unlocked the door and came outside.

 With one final glance on myself, I finally unlocked the door and came outside

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"Allah Appi how much time did you take but Wallah you look pretty nonetheless. Mashallah!!" I chose to dress up casually so theydidn't find me too keen for being a part of their family. But I was nervous like hell. It's not like I haven't received a marriage proposal before, since the day I was turned twenty people have asked for my hand in marriage but none of their arrivals have been pre informed, so most of the time it has been sudden. But my Father hasn't given any heed to them, cause according to him, I was quite young then. But now I am big enough to get married and so this time he was pretty much interested. "Humaira, come down I think they all are here.." Ammi called from downstairs and suddenly my nerves came rushing back pretty bad. Breathe Zoya just breathe.

"Okay now stay here and I will come to take you down.. And Appi please don't be nervous. Trust Allah, Allah will help you guide through your way.." I gave a small nervous smile to her and then she disappear. I came outside the room to take a peek, but I couldn't see anyone.. just the voices. "Please settled down comfortably.." I could hear Abbu's voice calling out to someone in particular don't know to whom? There were some muffled voices that I couldn't make out, I finally gave up and again came inside my room..

It's time for the Asar prayer, let me pray first.. Nobody is coming to call me down anyways and I needed a little time with Allah for going through all this. Since I already had my wudhu done before doing the light makeup. I placed my mat and Started praying. "Appi come down, Ammi is calling you in the kitchen.." I had just placed my mat back on it's place when Humaira peeked inside calling for me. Okay the time that I was dreading for so long has finally came. Okay Zoya calm down, you can surely do this.

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