Minal's Engagement Day (AMINAH'S P.O.V)

I didn't want to come but Mina, Zaynab and Alia and Dia, they all begged me to come and apart from that Mina emotionally blackmailed me saying that she'd be extremely sad if wouldn't attend her engagement...so, finally I had to give in and here I am at the hotel attending Mina's engagement. I really didn't want to come because of her dearest brother Zubair sahab.....but its not like I'll meet him....I mean he's a man so he'll be in the men's section and I'm a woman so I'll be in the women's section...alhamdulilah that Mina's family has separated the men and women section.
"Masha'Allah Mina, you are looking like an angel." I complimented. "Thank you Amy...you yourself look so beautiful yrr.." she replied with a small but genuine smile.....apart from the little blush she's applying she naturally blushing like a bride...masha'allah she really looks like a princess in her blush pink lehenga with golden embroidery and she's matching the outfit with a blush pink silk hijab with delicate golden work at the border. I'm wearing a lavender lace kameez with straight lavender pants, a lace lavender dupatta pinned up on my shoulder; completing my look with a chiffon lavender hijab, an off white clutch and Dutch heels. Zaynab slays in an all black anarkali with golden work and a golden hijab, Dia is wearing a simple but elegant white chikankari anarkali and Alia is making statement in a sea blue palazzo and sea blue embroided kurta but no doubt the evening is Mina's;  she outshines each and everyone with that bridal glow. We couldn't talk much to Arwa auntie because she's extremely busy managing everything as it's her daughter's engagement afterall. After 2 hrs I received a call from Amir bhai ....he told me that he'll be here outside the gate to pick me up in 5 mins.
I went and congratulated Mina once again and said my Salam to her, her mother and her aunties. I had already given her the engagement gift(a rose golf sonata watch). I bade farewell to my friends as they'll be staying for one more hour.
As I stepped out in the garden, the chill wind of march blew on my face moving my hijab a little. I quickly hold it so it doesn't get loose and in the process my eyes collided with the same hazel orbs. I quickly averted my gaze, remove the dust from my abaya and moved forward only to be stopped by his voice.."Aminah....wait." he said startling me a little. Its the first time that he has said my name; it feels strange hearing my name from his deep masculine voice...I quickly composed myself and turned around "Yes?" I inquire. "Aminah...I .....I'm.....I'm sorry for what I said to you that day....I shouldn't have....I don't know you. So, I had no right to judge you...yet, I judged you and said those horrible words to you and I came to university the next day to apologise to you but you were not present and Mina told me that you are so sick of that guy...what's his name...yeah..Naseer, right?" I nodded my head in repainted not understanding Where's this going. "Yeah..Mina told me that how much he had troubled you...and on top of that I said all the rubbish to you...again I really am sorry...I hope I hadn't hurt you."he apologised again with sincerity I guess...woah! I hadn't seen it coming....Mr Zubair Ibrahim Ahmad apologising to me..wow!. But I'm not having it...he should have think twice before pointing at my character. "Okiee...apology accepted but Zubair sahab mujhe na to tb fark pda tha aapki baato ka aur na he mujhe ab fark pdd rha hai aapki maafi se...kyuki aap mere koi nhi lagte...(but Mr Zubair, nor did it  affect me that day when you said all those things to me and neither does its affecting me when you are apologising) so your opinion doesn't matter."
   Ring...ring..ring...
I noticed that Amir bhai is calling me...I picked my phone and said "jii bhai...I'm coming. "If you excuse me Zubair sahab." I said and made my way towards the gate. I can see that he's too stunned and didn't even expected thus type of reply from me...so, he just nodded his head.
As I sat in the car with bhai, he asked me about the guy I was talking to...ughh! Why does brother's have the eyes of owls?...how come he saw me talking to Zubair..Allah knows better... "No one bhai." I replied shrugging my shoulders. Because Zubair is no one to me and its true. I think bhai bought it because I have a feeling that he didn't heard our little exchange back in the garden. He just shrugged his shoulders in response and started the car. Alhamdulilah...I heaved a sigh of relief.

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ZUBAIR'S P.O.V

"If you excuse me, Zubair sahab." She said and made her way towards the car parked outside the gate. She had said bhai while she was on the call so I guess its her brother. I couldn't say a single word to her. To be honest I was way too stunned to utter a word. Masha'allah!...man...she's so fiery and takes crap from no one. "Are you just admiring a girl Zubair?' My inner voice asked me. Well she's definitely worth admiring...afterall she shut me up for good...me? Like seriously?.. I'm a lawyer..its always hard for people to shut me up but this girl did it so well. Really Zubair? She's non mahram...mocked my inner voice. Ughh!! shut up inner voice. I know. 'But she can be your mahram...if you want to.' suggested my inner voice...oh please just shut up inner voice. Astagfirullah! Shame on you Zubair...its your little sister's engagement ceremony and you are thinking about these things...Astagfirullah! I pushed aside all the thoughts of a certain dark brown eyed fiery woman and made my way back inside the hotel.

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ZUBAIR'S P.O.V (PRESENT TIME)

Ughhh!!! I really need to stop zoning out again and again. I came back to my senses bybthe voice of Duhr Azaan(Azaan: call for prayer) ;its time for Salat-al-Duhr. Huh! Time flied this quickly.

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I completed my Salah(prayer) in the masjid (mosque) and was heading back towards my office but I was stopped by a very familiar voice "Zubair, buddy wait....Assalamaleikum." the voice said while huffing. "Waleikumassalam Hammad bha, how have you been and what are you doing here, I mean in this area?" I asked Hammad bhai as I turned to face him. He's the son of Sheikhs, a well known family of the city. They are of the wealthiest people of the city and runs several Madarsas (an Islamic school) and NGOs. Mr. Zayd Arsalan Sheikh and his wife Mrs. Saffiyah Affan; parents of Hammad bhai are very good friends of my parents, especially Amma, she always goes to Saffiyah auntie's lectured and that's how Amma met Suhaila Auntie and Ammu and I got married. Infact Zayd uncle was the kazi in our Nikkah. "Well, alhamdulilah I'm good and I actually came here for some business and then it was time for the salah, so, I prayed here in a nearby masjid...while I was heading back towards my car I spotted you and thought about saying Salam to my favourite buddy and brother." Informed Hammad bhai bringing me back to my senses. Hammad bhai is a very successful businessman and has built everything on his own, he's very down to earth, masha'allah...very religious; he loves me a lot and I respect and love him back just like an older brother, which I never had...instead I have Anfal aapi; man...I tell you she's really short tempered...I just pray that  my neice and nephew doesn't get her temper genetically. "How have you been Zubair?"he asked. "Alhamdulilah...I'm doing fine bhai. So, the business of yours is concluded or not?" I asked "Yes, it is. Well, let's have a coffee together, it's been long since we've talked like old days Zubair, I miss our bro talks dude."he said making me think about the old days. So, I replied "sure bhai...let's go." Altgough I wanted to say no because of the case but he's just like an older brother and wanted to check up on me and I respect him a lot to bluntly deny him.

So,here we are in a luxurious cafe and restro and a minute ago I found out that it is co owned by Hammad bhai, the guy is filthy rich. "How's uncle Zayd and auntie Saffiyah?" I questioned. "Oh they are doing fine....but what about auntie Arwa and uncle Ibrahim?" "They are also good..alhamdulilah." "Are they still bugging you about grandchildren ?"he snorted and continued "Oh, from that I remember..... tell me how's Aminah? It's been months since she had attended any lecture or jalsa in my parents' madarsa, they were asking about her to me yesterday, you know they miss her like crazy but I told them that I haven't met you guys since last three months." I don't know why people have to ask this question to me. I hate it. I don't even know how to answer this question as since the last three months we haven't even contacted each other; since that dreadful night. She refused to talk to me or see my face and I can't even blame her when it's all my fault. But I have to answer as nobody except our families knows that Ammu and I are not on good terms, so,I said "she's fine bhai. But you know she's not herself since......since.." he hummed in response and said " I understand and bro, don't worry..ok? Have tawakkul(trust) in Allah (S.W.T), Insha'allah everything will be alright." "Insha'allah...zaroor(for sure)." I agreed with him and continued  "You are right Hammad bhai, as it is said in the Qura'an that....'verily, with harship comes ease' (94 : 5) and I believe in my lord. Its all Allah (S.W.T) 's plan and I know that insha'allah things will unfold with the right time."

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So,here's chp 10 guys.

I would have updated earlier but I got an eye infection and had to cut off my screen time. It was really hard when you study from your smart phone and laptop. But Alhamdulilah, I'm fine now...but still the screen time is minimal. So plz pray for me 🙃.

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