Cambridge Massachusetts, U.S.A.
04:05PM...

Janaan and Hamal think that it'll be good for them to go out together and have some fresh air on a beautiful Saturday. He said he has planned everything for them and he knew about some places she will fall in love with instantly. She said she can't wait for them to visit those places. With a little tease, that she might love the place more than him, Jamal's frown didn't leave his face after she said, she only laughed before nudging him.

Now she is trying to get dressed. She's back in their apartment but she didn't stop having some nights at Mia's. She spend so many nights there and they also share her bed -where Hamal is- some nights. It has been a week since Hamal's birthday and to say that everything hasn't been great would be a huge lie coming from both Janaan and Hamal. They made sure they spend any little time -they have- together.

Mia and Lia even said that she neglected them..
"You don't spend much time with us. I'm thinking of kidnapping Hamal for a week so that you'll stay with us to grieve." Lia smirked at the idea she formed.

"You know, you're right!" Mia nodded her head, biting on her lower lip like she's thinking about it also.

"You wouldn't dare." Janaan threw a quelling look at them even though she knew they're just playing around with her.

"Seriously though, we'll be waiting for you for our Sunday night." Mia end the conversation at that but that didn't stop Janaan from feeling bad. She has been spending so much time with her Honcho and cease to give much attention to them. How bad of her!

"You look very beautiful in that. Wear it!" Mia commanded from her position on the bed. Lia hunch over to look at what they're talking about.

"Oh Gosh! That one is so gorgeous. I want some of your clothes, Jaan." Lia squealed and beam at the same time. She likes how Janaan always close her body and manage to look beautiful and she also wants to try that and see how she'll look. Her religion is amazing.

"I'll wear it then. And you can take whichever one you want, Lia." She smiled at them before sauntering to the bathroom to change into the blue floral maxi dress.

She emerged from the bathroom and sat down on the vanity stool to apply some kohl and nude pink lipstick. After that, she removed a navy blue dove hijab, side bag and navy blue slippers. She smiled at her reflection before turning around to give a show to the girls -her outfit, only to be blinded with flashes of camera from both of them. The girls are obsessed with social media and her pictures are everywhere now.

"What are you girls doing? Ugh, stop it!" She glare at them before blindly walking to them to collect their phones.

"Okay okay!" They both raise their hands up in surrender. "You look so effing gorgeous!" Mia hooted not taking her eyes off Janaan.

"Thank you," she shyly replied.

"Get going before Prince charming barge in here." Lia push her out of the room.

"How do I look?" Janaan shyly asked Hamal who was leaning against the door to her room. He looks startled before his eyes settle on the beauty in front of him.

Her heart is racing in a very bad pace that she is afraid it might jump out of it's ribcage and dance in front of them. She casted her eyes downwards. She don't know why but today, she felt the need to hear how beautiful she is in his eyes again. Is it wrong to ask your boyfriend how you look? Absolutely not. He always say that she's his beauty, and no one else's. He calls her beautiful all the time but today, she wants him to tell her how beautiful she is as a boyfriend not best friend or brother.

There is this shy smile lingering on her lips when she asked him, and he love it. Her dimple deepen a little because of the force she's using to bite her lip -he knew she's stopping herself from grinning. His heart launched itself to his mouth and bury all his words inside. She looks utterly beautiful, his beauty. It looks like she's there for only his ergonomic use.

"You look unconditionally beautiful, little one. I don't have to say it 'cause you know that already but today, you look exceptionally beautiful in that dress. You should wear blue often. And you can free your lips from your teeth and grin." He laughed when she immediately release her lips from her teeth and grin widely. It looks like he's saying something panegyric-ish.

"That's my girl." He made a cute baby face and Janaan mimicked, just then, they heard giggles. They turn around only to come face to face with Mia and Lia.

"You guys are so cute!" Mia gushed, raising her phone to their faces, showing them the video she just saved.

"Go away, weirdos." Janaan face palmed her self mumbling how handful they are but they just close the door and walk back inside her room.

"You still love them," Hamal smiled when she raise her face and discharging a beautiful smile of her own.

"I do, so much." She look at the door before saying the words. They'll keep bragging if they hear her.

"I can see that, love. Let's get going." He strode to the door with her following in tow.

The drive to wherever Hamal is taking her was short. A little before twenty minutes, Hamal is already maneuvering in a parking lot. She couldn't see the place as there were so many cars around there. After peeping through the window countless times to see where they were and still come down with nothing, she gave up and let him lead her to his sacred place. The place looks surreptitious. She can be very curious when she wants to be.

"Little one..." Hamal chuckled, her face looks so cute at the moment. Her lower lip is pushed out, almost closing the upper one, her eyes giving the best and beautiful puppy dog eyes he has ever seen a human make. She's so adorable. "It's just an ice cream parlour. But this place will be your new hiding place. The ice cream here is plainly amazing." He praised.

"Ice cream?!" She beamed. The puppy dog face gone, in less than a nona second. She's a bipolar!

"Yup. Come let's go," he open his door and hurriedly rounded the car to open hers. She mumbled a thanks before they both made their way to the ice cream parlour. It is very simple and beautiful.

The inside has so many different paints -primarily colour- in different shapes. There are many chairs scattered with different coloured table clothes, giving it the finest friendly vibe. The place is very cold which has Janaan shivering a little before adjusting to the low temperature.

They both ordered a cone with lame ice creams. Janaan wants Strawberry and Hamal wants Vanilla. They both took their orders and stared at it before bursting out in a fit of laughter. The people around turn to give them weird glances before smiling when they see the smile on the couple's faces, the love conflagrating in their eyes. There is no other way to define them if not as boyfriend and girlfriend. They look happy!

"We're very weird." Janaan snickered looking at her cone which has started dribbling to her thumb.

She lick it off and Hamal did the same after agreeing with her about how weird they are. Even the man behind the counter looks shocked to see what they ordered. The people there are ordering many types of ice  cream

They stroll around the place for a little longer before going back to Hamal's rental car to look for somewhere to pray. They prayed before jumping back into the car to continue with their day. Their last stop is a park. The place is very crowded and there were no sits for them to sit so they walk around the place, looking at the children play with their parents. Janaan's heart throbbed, she loves children.

"We should go. It'll soon be time for Maghrib and I don't want to do it here. You also should do it in the Masjid." Janaan stopped walking after saying that.

"Yeah, we should. Was it fun?" He asked with a brow raised. He enjoyed his time here and she also did but he just feel the need to ask and hear her opinion.

"Yes! I had so much fun, thank you!" She smiled at him as they turn around to stroll out of the park.

Janaan is so happy. Hamal is really trying his best to make sure everything is working out and she appreciate his effort. It's time for her to also plan something sweet and beautiful for them. Now that she think about it, he is always the one planning something for them and she'll just go along with it. She's such a terrible girlfriend yet she felt arrant.

Just when she was about to get into the car, she saw someone's face. The person that always appear in her nightmares. The source of her distraught, phobias and panick attacks. The person who made sure she has nothing left with her! The person made sure everything she will have pride with is ruined and broken into billion pieces. This person is the one she hates with every fibre, pore and scar of her being. This person is the one she wants to badly see buried deep down underground.

What is he doing here? She is already shaking and her heart is beating badly. It looks like she was about to have one of her famous panick attacks. Not wanting Hamal to notice, she lean against the car door and take a deep breath whilst relaxing her tense shoulders, before releasing it. She is definitely going to have one of her worst nightmares today.

After looking closely at the person when she regained her breathing, it turns out that they just look alike but this person is nothing like the person she knew. This one has blonde hair, and blue eyes. And the other person is dark skinned and not close to this one's complexion. She released a sigh of relieve before getting into the car. This is bad even though that person isn't who she is suspecting.

Nigeria...

"You can't do this to our daughter, Anwaar. She should date whomever she wants and marry whomever she loves. You can't just rule her life like this. She'll just hate you." Kydah, Janaan's mother scold at her husband.

"I don't think I have a choice. I promised him! Even though he never talked about it, I can see the way he looks at Janaan whenever she is with his son. He is your nephew, he isn't bad." He insist. Like he's trying to talk a baby.

"Anwaar, I won't let you do that to my daughter except if she is the one who wants this. Don't ruin my daughter's life." Kydah warned, he just smiled and draw her to his warmth.

"You know I won't ruin our daughter. I love her way too much for that." He placed a kiss on her forehead.

"I just don't want what happened to us to happen to them. We almost lost each other. If we talk about this to Janaan, she'll go back to school and never come back to us. Can't you remember her face when we were telling them about our arranged marriage? She looks like she was about to burst in rage. I don't want that!" She gently mumbled.

"I won't force her but I'll talk to her. If she is back with Hamal which I'm sure she is, then we'll see where it goes and if everything turns to another track, I'll have no other choice." He stroke her face.

"We should wait for the time." She released a breath. Her husband is incorrigible. Why is he even talking about arranging marriage with Aalam and Janaan when the girl clearly loves Hamal. That is not possible.

"He is your brother's son, hun." He said again.

"And so what, Anwaar? Even if he is my son and my daughter don't want to marry him, I have no say! She'll marry whom she loves and that's just it!" She emphasized and that kept him shut.

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Assalamu Alaikum!
How are you doing beautiful souls? What is it that Janaan is hiding to our Hamal? Why is she acting like that? I can't wait to see what is it that is happening! Who is with me? It's not that boring but wait for the next one peeps💃 You'll be in shock! Guesses? And arranged marriage, Aalam and Janaan, hehehehe.

Alright bye!
Ma'assalam!!!❤

Aeeshatou🌚