Journey to 'I do'

15- Finding Balance

A week has passed, and the silence from Muhammad is both palpable and perplexing. Amidst this uncertainty, the household buzzes with preparations for Ya Fahd's wedding—a more intimate affair compared to Rabia's grand celebration, scheduled just a month later. Mamma, always one to infuse cultural elements, plans an Egyptian night to add a personal touch to the festivities for her own guests.

Today, I find myself engrossed in sorting paperwork at my client's office. At 5 pm, I leave, my mind shifting from corporate matters to the upcoming consultation at Hudayya's for Rabia's wedding. The prospect of selecting wedding outfits fills the air with a mix of excitement and anticipation.

As I entered Hudayya's studio, the atmosphere hummed with creative energy. Hannan, Rabia, and I gathered around, eager to witness the transformation of Rabia's vision into the perfect wedding dress. The illustrator, already had sketches spread out on her desk, each capturing a unique aspect of Rabia's dream gown.

Hudayya smiled, her eyes gleaming with enthusiasm. "My darling, let's delve into the details. What style are you envisioning?"

Rabia, her eyes sparkling, shared her vision of an elegant yet unconventional gown. "I want something unique. Think A-line silhouette, but with a modern twist. And definitely, something green."

Hannan chimed in, her excitement evident. "Green is such an unconventional and stunning choice! The color of Jannah"

Hudayya nodded, her fingers dancing over the sketches. "Green it is. Now, let's discuss the fabric. How about a mix of lace and silk to add that touch of sophistication?"

Rabia agreed, and the conversation delved into the intricate details—the neckline, sleeve style, and embellishments. As the consultation progressed, I couldn't help but marvel at the creative process unfolding before me. The anticipation in the room was palpable, each decision resonating with Rabia's unique style and personality.

The final sketch emerged, a vibrant green A-line gown with delicate lace details and a modern edge. Rabia's eyes lit up with joy as she envisioned herself in that gown on her special day. Her measurements were taken and we were told that a date for her first fitting would communicated to her soon.

The girls said bye to each other after the consultation and left in our separate cars. My phone buzzed unexpectedly, disrupting the silence in my car. It was Muhammad. He sounded serious, urging me to call him when I was home. Curiosity mingled with frustration, but I complied and dialed his number.

"Hey, I'll be outside your place in ten minutes. We need to talk," he declared, ending the call before I could respond.

Confused and intrigued, I hurriedly made my way home. Ten minutes later, true to his word, Muhammad's car pulled up outside my house. I approached with a mix of anticipation and annoyance.

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Muhammad's POV

I opened the passenger door without a word, and she slid into the car, her expression guarded. The tension in the car was palpable. A'isha, her arms crossed, shot me an expectant look. I took a deep breath, breaking the silence.

"I need to apologize, A'isha. I've been distant, and I should've explained. It's not you; it's just a lot on my plate lately," I began, choosing my words carefully.

A'isha, not one to hold back, responded with an attitude-laden tone, "And you couldn't find the time to share that? I saw you, Muhammad. You said you were busy."

I sighed, "I know, and I'm sorry. I did have something to do that day I had bought something in that same plaza and I was going to quickly step in to your friends store opening but when I saw Usman I got a little pissed and decided to leave."