Never say you are sorry for being sensitive or emotional; it shows that you have a big heart and are strong enough to show it to others.

It is a sign of strength to express your feelings.

Many people experience true love, but only a select few get to enjoy it.

Ayushmaan :
I assumed she was like other girls before I planned all of this because she would ask me, "Whose the girl?"

I must have noticed some emotion in her eyes, but she covered it up right away. If you were in her shoes, would you have done the same?

Abruptly, I noticed an arm encircling me.

Was I so absorbed in my thoughts that I failed to notice?

Then someone said, "Thank you."

What now?

It was Zaid.

Were these people crazy?Or did they simply not experience any hurt or jealousy?

I raised my eyebrows at him as though to ask him a question, and he seemed to understand, telling me that he had found his girl and that was why he was saying "thank you."

Muskan!We both glanced at Muskan, and she gave me a smile without turning to face Zaid before leaving.

Zaid is a really nice guy, but I had to explain a few things to him because it is their story to solve.

He told me he would not let her go after he understood! We were about to leave when he went to sleep.

I looked at Sabiha once more. She was initially staring at the side where Muskan and the other members were, and she was so absorbed in her thoughts that I wanted to go ahead and give her a hug and tell her everything.

I was not even permitted to touch her, but after giving it some serious thought, she went to greet Muskan as though they had been friends for a very long time!

"What?" I asked myself.

I spent six months with her while she was working for me, and I had all of her details when I was away for five years. Ayaan did not agree at first, but I persuaded him, and it worked, so he kept me informed.

Thank God, I did not even tell her about Sabiha.

The way they embraced, whispered in each other's ears, and said "Hello," "The world is small now, who was he to her?"

She was what? Her gaze fell on Zaid, who was looking at Muskan.staring at him, but then, as though she had solved a puzzle, a smile appeared on her face. What comes next?It is always so hard to understand girls.

After Isha, we were supposed to depart, so we were waiting for a few more people. Suddenly, the call to prayer, known as adhan, was prayed, and everyone fell silent.

As I looked at her occasionally, I felt Ayaan pat me on the shoulder.

He teased me by asking, "Will you stop staring at my cousin for even five seconds?"

I told him that I had a plan and that I could not wait for tonight.

"Will she let me in?"

"I have a serious thing to tell you,"He told me sincerely, and when I looked at him, his amused expressions vanished. What should I do now?

Our parents agreed that we would go to the mosque first, followed by dinner.

Adhan being prayed,  he wanted to talk to me about something after we arrived at the masjid (mosque), which is where we usually walk.

Conversations
Ayaan:What did you do?you screwed up big time bro but she will never express her feelings to you now.

"What did I do?"I asked him

Ayaan:Arhan you know what you did behind there yeah,"So whose the girl?"

Well I brought her but let me explain you everything.

Ayaan:ok and he nodded so I continue.

I explained him everything.

But the next words he told me left me speechless.

Well Ayushmaan I am not the right person to step in, but she was hurt, even though she managed to hide it quite well. I sent her because I could not make it to the meeting, and you can deduce the next course of action based on her facial expressions. I am sorry, buddy!

I begged him to agree, saying, "Well....mhhhh...I need to talk to her, please help me."

Ayaan:Now what?nervous?I hope you have not made any more careless errors.

Oh no!What was in his mind?It definitely backfired on me if that is what he was thinking back there, Sabiha!

That incident made me smile because Sabiha was good at hiding her feelings, just like I was or still am. That is why I love her, and we were meant to meet on the beach.

Really, those thoughts caused me to forget what we were talking about. Someone shook my shoulders, and I even forgot that I was standing next to Ayaan. I grinned as I looked at him.

Ayaan:You are smiling at me while I am trying to ask you some serious questions. What is up with you?ahhh impossible

"Sabiha," Without my consent, the words escaped my lips.

I was wondering, "What is wrong with him?" when he started laughing while he was staring at me.

Hey, brother, do not worry. Someone from your friends will be picking up Muskan Welll shortly.

Ayaan:By who?

"Try to think bro" I told him.

Oh, please do not tell me that he was staring at her because he had finally met her!

"2weddings wow," he exclaimed, his face beaming.

I pleaded with him, "Please let me ride in one car with her." I need to talk to herI don't want her to change her mind, and he....

Sabiha:
I am not sure why it initially made me want to throw her out of the house when I saw them together, but that was not me.

"What on earth was the matter with me?"This was not me. I used to welcome guests into our home. Damn Ayushman, even though we were not dating, I was thinking about haram.

When I finally forced myself to stop thinking and go greet her, I noticed Zaid looking at Muskan, who had become my friend, and he gave me the thumbs up!

This was it, I see now!Matchmaker Ayushmaan undoubtedly helped me solve a puzzle, but I am still upset with him because he never told me everything I heard.
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"SAMINA?AISHA?KABIR!"I have been shouting for people to wait for me outside my door for the last five minutes, but nobody has answered. Where are they all?

Did they not notice that I was missing when I began looking for them from the stairs? They left me, damn them.

Silly me!How could I possibly locate them in complete darkness?But why was nobody there?

Footsteps caught my attention!Oh no, Allah, please save me. I even left my phone upstairs. It was such a night that I began yelling everyone's name as I heard footsteps approaching.

I assume it was his or her phone because he or she abruptly turned on the light.

"Who are you?Where is everyone?"What did you do to them?" I began to ask him all the questions that were on my mind, but he chose to simply turn on the lights on the stairs as though he was waiting for me to descend gradually. He never spoke or illuminated my face, damn him. Where were they all when I needed them?

Talk so I can at least recognize the voice in my head.

At last, he said, "Be a good girl and come downstairs; nobody is home."

Wait!Why was he hiding from me and why were we alone when this voice sounded so familiar?

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Want to know what will happen next
So who switched on the light and whose there, any guesses?