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"Ca-can we both talk for a moment?" Nayel asked, who was silent for the past minutes.
"You can discuss from here!"
They both decided to stand in front of them and discuss in a whisper.
"Why are we in this mess?" Naira rustled looking down, not able to meet his gaze.
"Let's try once again to convince them. Do they think they can marry us like that!" Nayel clutched his palm and roared in frustration.
"The time is almost 9 pm. I-I need to g-go home." She was at the verge of breaking down. "Abbu will kill me for sure if he came to about a situation l-like t-this."
"What do you want me to do?" He questioned.
"I-I don't know Nayel. I want to get out of this mess."
"Naira listen, trust me. Okay?" He asked glimpsing into her amber-brown eyes with a serious yet assuring tone and she nodded trusting his words.
"We've decided to not marry." Nayel declared looking straight to the elder people standing in front of him.
"There was no option like that young man. We have already made this crystal clear to you, no such haram things will happen in our street and we are against it. So this haram should turn into halal. For that, you are obligated to marry each other."
"But Sir, we are living in the 21st century. You can't force something like marriage like it's no big deal." With a soft and convincing pitch, Nayel spoke.
"You both are still not aware of what you are doing. Come one get ready to marry. Let's go to the mosque." The elder man said and started walking but stopped when Naira opened her mouth.
"I-I can't m-marry him. M-my parents will k-kill me. H-he is a small boy. He is my junior. He is a small boy. T-this is not r-right." She chanted like a crazy girl.
He is a small boy. He is my junior. He is a small boy.
This words uttered by her resounded in his mind which suddenly made him infuriated. His eyes got darker and without looking at her he announced to the man standing beside him.
"We will get married."
She instantly snapped her head and faced him. But he didn't bother to glance at her and strolled away.
They reached inside the mosque and without further ado, the Nikkah began. The Imaam first asked Nayel for his permission on this Nikkah. There was silence for a few seconds but slowly he answered, "I do."
"Do you Naira Hafeez, Daughter of Hafeez Muhammed accept Nayel Ibrahim as your Husband and with the Mahr of Surah Ar-Rahman?"
A moment like this is the biggest day of a person's life filled with happiness and awaiting for the beautiful future together with their loved ones. But the case with Naira and Naye was different.
Her tongue felt numb, unable to utter any word. She was still not sure what she should say but was sure of one thing, she won't be able to go back home without this situation getting over. With his voice of "Trust Me" in her mind, she uttered those words.
"I do."
"I do."
"I do."
And just like that, she unexpectedly became Mrs Nayel Ibrahim.
As soon as the Nikkah was over, they fleed to their car. Naira sat silently without uttering a word like a statue. Seeing her this state, he got guilty for his actions, for uttering those words agreeing to marry without her consent. The anger he had when she called him a small boy has long ago washed away. He didn't know what to say or if he should comfort her. He decided to say what his heart suggested to him.
"As for the Mahr, I didn't have anything to offer you right now. That's why I said Surah as-"
"Seriously Nayel? That's your concern now? Y-you, are not understanding in what situation we are in now. W-what w-will I say to m-my parents." She cut him off and starting sobbing. Her beautiful amber-brown eyes were now filled with tears which flowed like waterfalls. Each drop which emerged from her eyes broke him. Nayel didn't know what to say or how she should comfort her. According to him, he had no right to stop her from crying but still, he yearned to comfort her.
To calm her down and stop her from sobbing, he again did what his heart said to him. He started reciting Surah Ar-Rahman, his Mahr to her. The melodious and angelic recitation of each ayah was electrifying her completely. Each verse he recited calmed her down and she unknowingly slept peacefully as it was so soothing to hear.
Finally, after all the melodrama, he reached in front of her house. It was late and she was asleep. He stared at her face, her dried-up eyes, her plump lips and moist face.
"Astaghfirullah, What am I doing." He muttered and looked away.
You are doing nothing wrong. She is your wife. His subconscious mind reminded him.
My wife?
Without wasting any second he called her gently and she stirred up jumping, suddenly remembering what happened hours ago. Without uttering a word she walked out from the car and him.
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The next day onwards, Naira avoided him from college. She was literally running away from him and her friends noticed her change in behaviour but no one asked anything. She didn't even try to make eye contact with him whenever they saw.
After reaching home she got a message from him. She read the message from notification but didn't bother to open it. After a few minutes again a message was popped in her phone.
Nayel
4:37 PM
Naira
Naira?
4:45 PM
How are you?
5:00 PM
Are you ignoring me?
5:11 PM
Wait, why are you ignoring me?
5:30 PM
Okay, FINE!
She read all his messages which came a minute after minute but didn't give any reply. She was angry with him, she was angry with herself. She doesn't know in what mess she is, what she should do. But she only had one thing in her mind that is to 'Ignore Nayel and stay away from him.'
Days past ignoring him, his messages and staying away from him.
Nayel knew she was purposely ignoring him, so he secretly tried to watch her from college sometimes. But she was aware of his secret watching her but eventually shrugged it off ignoring. Even Naira sought to get a glimpse of him secretly which was unaware to him.
He messaged her daily asking her ware about without any delay. But she never responded to it. But was a little happy thinking he was concerned about her.
As her cousin sister, her best friend since childhood Laila was coming from Saudi Arabia for her vacations she took a half-day leave. Joyfully she rushed back home to see her cousin. She spends talking with her cousin anything and everything. When the time was almost midnight, they both decided to sleep. For setting alarm Naira grabbed her phone. That's when she noticed she haven't checked her phone after coming back from college. As expected by her, there were tons of messages from Nayel.
Nayel
Naira
Didn't you come to college today?
Are you sick?
Naira?
Are you there?
At least look at my message!!!
Did something happen?
Naira?
Open my message or else I'll call you now!
You missed a call from Nayel
Naira
I'm getting tensed.
Please reply
Naira take care
Unknowingly tears started rolling down her cheeks. She stared at his messages re-reading them again and again.
Laila noticed this, got up from her bed, came near Naira and hugged her without asking anything. She patted Naira's head and whispered, "It's okay. It's okay."
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The next day Nayel rushed towards Naira as soon as she arrived at college. His looked agitated, eyes furious as hell and seemed like he was going to kill someone.
"Where the hell were you yesterday Naira?!"
His sudden outburst startled her. She thought ignoring him was not an option right now so she decided to reply.
"I was not well." She plainly lied without looking at him.
"What happened? Are you fine now?" His face calmed down and was worried now.
"It's nothing. I'm fine."
"Why are you ignoring me like this Naira? If you act like this how will we solve the tension and problem between us?" He asked staring at her eyes.
"I don't know." That was the truth. She really didn't know what she was doing or what to do.
"I know things happened unexpectedly. But still, Islamically and lawfully we are Husband and wife now." Nayel spoke the fact.
"Nayel. Please, don't remind me" She pleaded.
"Then what? Are you planning to ignore this fact and me for the rest of your life? Can you do that? But keep one thing clear in your mind cause I CAN'T DO THAT! I CAN'T IGNORE THE FACT. I CAN'T IGNORE ANYTHING AND ALSO YOU!" He roared. She flinched at his response at remained silent or a few moments.
"We can sort it out." She replied.
"When?" He asked.
"Ramadan is approaching in a few days. After that." She stated and added, "Also, I need to concentrate and connect with my lord during this one month. So, please don't bother to message me and ask how I'm doing."
"Em, Okay." He reluctantly replied and they both parted their ways.
Their college was closed for one month, as it was Ramadan. During this time she was able to connect spiritually and spend some peaceful time with herself without seeing him. But, she did miss his messages, how he always messages her with any fail even whilst knowing he won't get a reply from her. She felt incomplete, uneasiness in her heart and some unknown emotions whilst thinking about him.
One month passed in a swift. It was Eid eve, where everyone was busy preparing things for the next day, Eid-ul-Fitr. She finished applying Mehendi for her cousin Laila and her two sisters. She was browsing some Mehendi designs for her to apply. The phone vibrated from her hand, indicating an incoming call. The name which appeared on the screen was unexpected. It was Nayel.
She was nervous and happy at the same time. To get a call from him for the first time was indeed startling yet exciting for her. After letting the call to ring a few more seconds, she attended the call at the 7th ring.
"Assalamu Alaikum." His voice was different. It was raspy yet soothing for her ears.
"Wa Alaikumusalam." She softly replied.
"How was your Ramadan?" He asked cheerfully.
"Alhamdulillah, Good" She replied and paused for a few seconds then asked, "What about yours?"
"Alhamdulilah mine too good." He replied. The call was silent for some time as she didn't ask anything after his reply.
"So, what's tomorrow's plan?" He asked.
"Will be having Eid function at cousins home."
"Oh, where is it?" He curiously asked.
"7th street. Why?"
"Woah! Perfect." He giggled. Hearing his giggles after so long felt good for her and craved to hear it in person.
"What?" She asked thinking why he was laughing like a small kid.
"You know right, Tomorrow would be our first Eid together as a-" He trailed off finding the perfect term to say.
"As a couple?" She completed him.
"YES! So, let's meet. Don't you want to see and greet your husband?" He asked slowly which resulted in skipping a beat of her heart.
If he said the word Husband one month ago she would've snapped at him now. But things have changed her during the past month. She realised and learned so much in this month, including how much a precious one's husband is and how she should treat him.
"Naira? You there?" He snapped her from her thoughts.
"Yeah, yeah!" she responded nonchalantly.
"Yeah? You agreed to meet. YAY!" He started chuckling again.
"No, no. I-" she was cut off by him.
"Don't say anything now. Your cousin house is in 7th street, right? It's near my house. I'll be there." He informed.
"But, I-"
"No buts, Good night. Dream about me. Assalamu alaikum" He chuckled saying this and cut the call.
Meeting him tomorrow?
A tint of a blush crept her cheeks thinking about what he said and about their meeting. Hastily applying her Mehendi she slept thinking about what will happen the next day.
"Taqaballahu minna wa minkum, Eid Mubarak!"
"Eid Mubarak"
"Eid Mubarak"
Everyone hugged, shook hands and greeting their blessing on this auspicious day. Surprisingly, Naira spends a few hours sitting in front of her mirror and this was new to her. She was tiring hard to look good and to impress someone. She looked gorgeous in her pastel shade semi-party wear. It was an ivory coloured plain top with bold sequence work in the chest along with a heavy palazzo pant and net dupatta with sequence work.
Glimpsing at her reflection in the mirror and finally satisfying she got up to go downstairs to join her family. She reached at her cousins home quickly as it was near. After having a big feast like lunch, she saw a missed call on her phone when she was washing her hands. It was Nayel so, she quickly called him without wasting any time.
"I'm here. Come out." He said and instantly cut the call not giving a chance for her to reply.
She looked at all her cousins, sisters and family on what they were doing. For her luck, everyone was busy in the living room chatting with each other. Ignoring everyone she sneaked out of the house at looked outside. There she saw a man standing far away. Smiling, she walked towards the person waiting for her. The house was not situated in an open place so, it was not a bad idea to meet each other as people rarely walk through this area and the number of houses was also less.
He was wearing a full button-up black shirt, grey pants, black leather shoe and a black watch to complete his look. Naira forgot to blink the moment she saw him. indeed he looked more than handsome and she felt like no one is this handsome as him in the world. This was the first time both of them were checking out each other shamelessly. Breaking their staring competition Nayel spoke.
"Ma Sha Allah, You look so gorgeous Naira." Unable to take his eyes off him he kept staring.
"You look not bad." She lied biting on her plump lips.
"Oh really? I know you mean the opposite considering how you are gawking at me now." He chuckled saying. She just rolled her eyes and greeted him, "Eid Mubarak."
"Is this how you greet your husband?" He asked faking a gloomy face.
"Then?"
"We should greet while shaking our hands." Mischieveness was evident in his tone.
She pondered for some time on whether to offer her hand to him or not. But by looking at his face, waiting for her hands she felt it wouldn't be that bad to shake her hands with him as he is not a non-mahram for her. Slowly after clutching her hands, she lifted her right hand towards him.
He too slowly took out his hands from his pocket and shook it with her hands. The moment both of their hands touched, it send shivers to their body as both of their palms were equally soft and warm. In a swift, the hold of his hand on her hand tightened and he pulled her towards him. Their bodies collided and heartbeats fastened. His both arms caging her and gently hugging wrapping his hands around her.
"N-Nayel, What are you doing?" She asked struggling to free from his embrace which was creating some strange sensations.
"Shh... just stay like this for a moment." He requested and she didn't protest back. She was even confused about whether to hug him back or not.
"I missed you." He whispered near her ear lobe.
I missed you too. She wanted to utter but hesitated.
They stayed like that for some time, finding comfort and warmness in each other's embrace. They broke their hug abruptly when someone screamed.
"NAIRAAA!!!"
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ASSALAMU ALAIKUM/HEY
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