𝙈𝙔 𝘽𝙀𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙄𝙁𝙐𝙇 𝙒𝙄𝙁𝙀

Chapter 4

What’s wrong with them?

She started laughing loudly. I nudged her shoulder, but she didn’t stop. But suddenly Hania stopped laughing and straightened herself because Fahad was giving her a dangerous glare. I gave him my number and he gladly took it. Of course, I was happy giving him my number. But the best part of the entire dinner was, whenever I saw him, he was already staring at me. We have our dinner. Today was a tiring day and interesting. I went to bed early because travelling tired me.

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It was 5:30 am; I woke up and performed the prayer and read the Quran. After reading the Quran, I went to the kitchen for my morning coffee. As I entered the kitchen, I saw him sitting on the chair with the laptop. He was looking so handsome in his business attire. His hair was neatly combed. I stopped by the door of the kitchen and greeted him. He was just staring at me. It was an awkward situation. I cleared my throat, and he greeted me back.

“Do you always wake up early in the morning?”, he asked as I sat on the other chair. 

“Hmm, yeah, usually I have classes. So I wake up early. I just had my prayer, that's why I am awake “, I said to him. He smiled and asked, 

“Is Hania awake?” 

“No, she is sleeping “, I replied to him.

“God, this girl. I had to go to the office and I didn’t have breakfast. I was waiting for her to make my breakfast but she is sleeping “, Fahad said, looking in my eyes as he wanted to say something else to me.

I put my eyes down and stare at the tiles.

“I never knew that our house tiles are that beautiful that you are looking at it for so long,” he said, smirking at me.

Oh, God. I got caught in another embarrassing situation. I gained my confidence and asked him, 

“Can I make breakfast for you?”

“Are you sure?” he asked, looking into my eyes.

“Of course”, I said, nodding my head.

As I went to make breakfast, he held my wrist. I turned around; he was staring at me intently. My heart started pounding.

“Thank you, Isha”, he said to me. My heart leaped out when he spoke my name. It’s the finest feeling. I just can’t express it into words. I smiled at him and went to prepare breakfast. I make a sandwich for him and coffee for both of us. I served him breakfast, and he was delighted. He sips the coffee and his expressions change. I raised my eyebrows and he grinned in return.

“It’s the best coffee I have ever drunk”, he told me, making me blush. I smiled and went on eating my breakfast.

“How’s your life in the UK?” He asked.

“Nice, but I miss my family “, I said the truth to him.

“You miss your family means you miss me also, as I am a part of the family “, he said smirking at me. I blushed hard. I look down to escape such an awkward situation.

“I am joking", he said smiling at me. 

I smiled back. But his sense of humor is no good.

“Can I ask you something?” he asked circling his finger around the coffee cup. Why does he have to talk to me so much today? In those 5 years, he never called me and now he wants to talk to me.

I nodded my head and he continued,

“Do you ever have a boyfriend?” he asked nervously. His question took me aback. I was not blushing anymore, and I was hell angry.

What does he think of himself? He thinks that I had lived in the UK means I will forget about my culture. I stayed silent, not caring to answer him.

“I am sorry, I shouldn’t have asked you such a question. Forget that I asked you such a question ", he said to me. Now I will surely reply to him whether he will like it. I don’t give a damn now.

“Fahad, though I was living in the UK. I didn’t forget about my cultural values, which were taught to me. I didn’t believe in any haram relationship, because our religion prohibits that. If I ever like someone, I will marry him in the first place, because I don’t want to include myself in any haram relationship “, I said to him politely.

He was staring at me. I think my answer stunned him. I am proud of myself. I was going to my room. Suddenly, he stopped me by grabbing my wrist. 

“I am sorry Isha. I shouldn’t have said this to you. I know I hurt you but please I am sorry. I regret whatever I said to you. Can you forgive me? “he asked with guilt in his eyes.

Without giving him a reply, I turned back and went to my room, closed the door, and sighed heavily. I can’t forgive you, Fahad, not that easy because you messed up big time.

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