Lost and Found

Chapter 15

KHADIJA'S P.O.V 

It's been six days since I saw him after seven years and still just by looking at his face I am reminded what type of person he really is, till the time I was standing behind Enaam and enjoying the bickering of all my cousins with Rafia's in-laws along with the chocolate soufflé, the heavenly taste was giving me the never ending pleasure, well I have always been a fan of chocolate, then again who isn't? I was still admiring the twenty types of cuisine and the beautiful decoration when both the sides start calling an all so familiar name, a name I loathe, it's a hard word but he deserved it. The day I got to know that he, who shall not be named, is cousin of Yahya, I panicked, I begged Rafia to not marry him and I told her everything about Voldemort's brother but she assured me that Yahya was nothing like him and I prayed every night that he should better not be like him. My attention got back to the present when my cousins started teasing Yahya and his cousins about the decoration and I shook my head.

"O sisters of bride! Why are you killing my little brother?" it was his voice, it was definitely him and I gasped, why is he here? Ya Allah! Why I have to be here? Can't he just stay where he was?

He is important to his family as much as you are to yours. A part of my brain mocked and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Ignoring 'sarcastic part' of my brain I tried to escape this place ignoring the teasing both side were busy doing when Emaan suddenly said something but I just heard my name and I looked at her but then she moved revealing me standing there to the crowd, she did what she shouldn't have, all the eyes were on me but his was the one which caught my attention and unwillingly as I looked into them, they were stunned as if they weren't believing what was happening but what surprised me the most was they didn't have that same crudity, wildness and arrogance they had seven years ago instead this time they had some type of control, politeness and modesty.

I shook my head to concentrate on the email I just got from my boss, working for a big firm is really isn't a piece of cake, though I am one of those few women who got the post on which I am working and I am the second Muslim female working in this firm and I am really thankful, a lot of people around me criticize my passion for working and studying but mainly baba and Abdullah chachoo stood by me every single time. Oh! How I missed baba and mama, may Allah gave them the highest place in Jannah, I looked at their picture frame which was placed in my desk it was taken in Macca almost five years ago when I forcefully send them for Umrah.

"NSM sahiba, we are called in conference room right now. CEO sahib ka dimagh kharab hogaya hay." I looked up to Irtiza one of my very respectable colleagues and a brother like figure at this firm.

"Ub konsa project cheeliya J.S.T walo nay?" I stood up frowning, "Can't you talk to that friend of yours, Michael or Marcus whoever he is."

"Matt, his name is Matt and what should I say? Hey Matt, my boss is going all Hitler at me so can you please stop doing your job?" He asked and I chuckled.

"Khair how is Safaa? Tell her to call me." I said getting into the lift.

"Will do but right now she is just lost in herself and the nursery's decoration, your best friend also known as my wife to some is ignoring me." He pouted and I smiled.

"Come on! the way you participate," I said smirking "At least someone has to do before the baby arrives." And he nodded with a silly grin over his face. The ding of the lift got our attention and then we walked towards the conference room, almost everyone was there and was waiting for the CEO. The room was busy in hush whispers when the flaming Mr. Archer entered and all of us stood up, making ourselves to face the upcoming wrath, and then he smiled, NOT GOOD!...