Conflicting Emotions (Muslim Love Story)

14) Change of mind, Change of Heart

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AALIYAH'S POV:

Preparing for my brother's wedding was one of the most exciting things in my life, honestly I loved weddings, especially Pakistani weddings! Who doesn't?

The engagement was this Saturday, a week before my other brother's graduation ceremony. Both my brother's were growing up so fast! I am tearing up at the thought, now Asif won't have all that free time to take me wherever I want or buy me anything I put my finger on, sometimes even if he heard me say something was pretty, I'd find it on my bed the next day. But these weren't the reasons I would miss him, I would miss him because he wouldn't live in my house anymore or he couldn't be there to get me out of trouble at home or wherever. I might be a good girl but that's only because I never get caught *;)* Thanks to my older brothers. Ahmad would be gone too next year, moving to Regina to attend university, he'd only be there for the holidays and some weekends.

I couldn't even think about how senior year would be without them, Aun would be leaving too, him and my brother had already rented an apartment where they would stay and study at the same university. I'd miss Akbar alot though, with the rough start and my feelings for Aun, I had never thought I'd be happy again. After four months of mourning his absence I had finally begun to be happy with Akbar, we were in nothing close to a relationship, all we had was a friendship and that made me happy. What scared me was that we were quite close and my family was probably getting some different ideas...and maybe Akbar too. Anyways, as I was saying, I was happy...until he showed up again.

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"C'mon dance with us!" I screamed grabbing my to-be sister-in-law's hand and dragging her to the makeshift dance floor in the middle of our living room.

The girl's mother had put the ring on my brother's right ring finger and the boy's - so my mother had put the ring on the girl's right ring finger to finalize the engagement approximately ten minutes ago, and now it was time to celebrate. The men had left after the ring ceremony, yes even the groom - we kind of had to kick him out.

I dragged Sumaya out on to the dance floor and we imitated weird bollywood dance moves to some catchy wedding songs. The dancing came to an end when my mother announced that the food was here. She had insisted on cooking at home, but seeing the amount of family that was gathered, even though it was only close family and Aun, his sister and Akbar's family were about fifty to sixty people and my brother's wouldn't let her do it.

As everyone headed to the kitchen to serve themselves of the traditional Pakistani buffet that was set up, I took a seat on the sofa to calm my emotions. I had tried to keep my cool all day and it was slowly wearing off every time I saw Aun steal a glance at me. Why did he find it amusing to see me hurt? And then there was Akbar, who had done nothing but be patient with me for the past couple of months, it was obvious he liked me but I didn't want to hurt him in any way so i pretended that i didn't see it. I know it was mean but it's better if he thinks I don't know then actually finding out that I am aware and don't feel the same. I don't know why I always compared those two and truthfully, I have no clue where my life is going.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when Akbar sat beside me and put a hand on my shoulder.

AUN'S POV: