He Is The One For Me.

Is he the one?

Back to the problem at hand. The women in the room sat scattered about, some occupying the chairs that had been placed, while others sat on the grand settee. Safwa and Fauzia sat on the settee, busily praying for Fahad. Safwa looked up and her eyes met those of her daughter's. A smile graced her lips but didn't reach her eyes. Hadiyah answered with a reassuring smile so as to offer comfort to her distressed mother. Safwa nodded and lowered her head; returning to her praying.

The door bell rang. All chatting and praying stopped, leaving the room painfully silent. Hadiyah could hear her own breathing. Soon footsteps could be heard, yet no one dared to move. Arfa was the first one to snap out of the daze and ran towards the door. Before she could reach it, it was flung open by Fahad himself.

He was supporting a man, a foreigner who had been shot. The bullet had grazed the shoulder, nothing life threatening. He had bruises all over his body, his shirt torn to the extent that it could be called a rag. His torn clothes revealed the many cuts his body had suffered. It was a wonder how the man had survived in the Balochistani land all on his own, that too in the 'Aziz land' where not even a bird was allowed in without Bakhtawar Aziz's permission. (Exaggeration is in the air my dear readers)

"GM we must treat James at once! "

"Lay him down on the bed Fahad! Hareem call the doctor at once. Move away all servants, make them swear secrecy. I will kill all those who betray me with my own two hands, is that clear? Send my message as I have spoken it."

"Jee begum sahiba(Yes, my lady)"

"Grab this first aid box, wrap bandage on that wound Fahad. Hadiyah take everyone out of the room, Fauzia go have a bath prepared." Jahan-Ara sat beside her bed, gave orders and observed the young man's wounds. Fahad had given him first aid, she patted his shoulder encouragingly.

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~Half-an-hour-later~

"Fahad he must be moved to a discrete location, if not, his safety will be questionable."

"But where to, GM?"

"My farmhouse, it is outside the lands that Bakhtawar owns."

"Sure thing GM, so what's the plan."

"I'm calling Ismael, I trust him don't panic he will help us."

Fahad nodded and Jahan-Ara had Ismael come over, James was laid onto a stretcher and sent along with Ismael. Fahad trusted his GM to the extent that he didn't even ask a single question so as to confirm Ismael's reliability.

"Who is he?" Jahan-Ara enquired.

"He's my strongest bodyguard. I had told dad that no one would dare to harm me with you here, but he still made James follow me."

"I can understand his concern, Ali is not to blame. Fahad can I request something of you?"

"Of course grandma please order me, don't request." Fahad said earning a loving smile from Jahan-Ara.

"Hareem, please call Hadiyah."

Hadiyah made her way into the room and sat next to her grandmother. It was just the three of them sitting on the settee, with Jahan-Ara in the middle. She looked from the face of one grandchild to the other. One resembled her dear daughter Shumaila, who's death she still hadn't gotten over. While the other had the eyes of her youngest son, a son she had been proud of.

Her best children had left the world before her, looking at her grandchildren who closely resembled them, rekindled her grief and soon her shoulders shook and eyes glistened with pearl-like tears. Before the pearls could make their way to her wrinkled, soft cheeks they were wiped away by both her grandchildren. She let out an audible sigh and wrapped an arm each around her babies.

"Daddi-ma please don't cry! It hurts me to see you so!" Hadiyah spoke out with tears in her own eyes. Fahad kissed Jahan-Ara's forehead.

"GM we are here for you! "

"I know my darlings and I am sure that you will not refuse my heart's greatest desire."

She paused and then continued,

"Fahad please marry Hadiyah, I beg of you to take her into your protection."

Hadiyah had clearly not expected this, she dropped the hand of her grandma she'd been holding and a muffled cry escaped her parted lips. It took a while for reality to sink in. Grandma wanted her to marry Fahad-Fahad the guy who had been absent these past ten years. Sure he had been an awesome child ten years ago, but that did not guarantee anything.

She starred at her sandals, was this really happening? Was she a burden that her elders wanted to get rid of as soon as a person who was naive enough to accept her came along? Sure Fahad had excellent looks, however that was the last thing she sought for. She was a muslimah, a contented muslimah who wanted to marry a practicing Muslim man. She would not accept Fahad if he did not fulfill that requirement.

Besides, she was afraid he might refuse to marry her. She could understand if he did, she was certainly not the kind of girl he'd like. She didn't care about him but the thought of a straightforward refusal tugged at her pride. With a determination about her she squared her shoulders, took a deep breadth and spoke out; loud and clear.

"Daddi-ma please forgive me but I can't marry Fahad, I can protect myself perfectly well. I beg of you to reconsider!"

~TO BE CONTINUED ~

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Picture of Hadiyah on da side :D I leave it to you to imagine the 'hazel eyes' part :D

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A/N:

Aoa janx!!

Addressing all the muslimah's here when u get a marriage proposal it is your right to ask if the guy offers the five, obligatory prayers or not. If he doesn't, well we all know 'that' is the thing that differentiates between a believer and a nonbeliever!!

Plz comment my janx I so love comments <3
Remember me in yr prayers :)

Jazakallahu khairan!!!!

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This chappie is dedicated to da sweetest, talented jan  @scopian_16!!!

I love u babe for the many covers u sent for "HITOFM" jazakallah so ever much!!! YOU ROCCKKK BUGGG TIMEEEE!!!!!

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