"You were hurt na, I mean, how is your ankle,I completely forget to ask you earlier, you see, these girls don't let me talk", she said,hoping that this will comfort me for her delayed concerne. This brought me back to senses and I realised that she was talking about my ankle and not my past. She is Hareem aunt, Omar's mother,my mother in law. "Yes,aunty but Allhumdulliah now I am fine", I said trying to make up a smile to hid the fears that my face could show her. I hated this. My face was really a mirror of my heart. Every bit of my emotions were shown out so perfectly on my face that even a stranger could make out what my mood is. She hugged me, "Allhumdulliah, indeed my son is blessed with a beautiful wife, welcome to family",she said kissing me on forehead. I speculated,did she really meant it or was she telling that only out of compulsion?, but her eyes hold true emotions and her smile was definitely not a fake one as mine. "Jazak Allah, aunty",I said,now with a true smile. "No aunty, call me Ammy, Omar and all my three daughters call me by that, and I think you too should".,giving me a box she said. I could see my mum, zara and my friends eyes ready to shed tears,seeing me getting so much love from my in laws already. "Sure,Ammy",her smile reached its final length. Who told her?,Omar. Was he so close to his mother?,maybe as he was their only son.I opened the box,a true piece of art. It was a bracelet, Omar & Iqra crafted on it beautifully. "Jazak Allah, it is very pretty, Aunty..Er... Ammy",I thanked her. She smiled, realising that it will take time for me to call her Ammy.She hugged me again. Every one left the room,my friends starting checking out the place,making sure that every bit of the room looked perfect. They all wished me luck as though I was going on a mission. But they knew I needed that. "Just be yourself",Arzoo said. "Cause you are amazing", Sadia and Sameera told while Aaeyma just told me not to think of anything but Omar. I blushed. "I won",she said to all the three."What!,you were betting on whether I will blush or not?!, that is really really pathetic!", I said lifting my weight from my hurt ankle. "We are your friends and so we have to be pathetic!",Arzoo said and every one started laughing,shortly I too joined them."But you see its more than that,Iqra. It means that you have moved on, we all are happy for you and even thankful to you for that". Saidia said with a smile reaching her eyes.
"Why you all are so perfect in cheering me up?",tears filling my eyes. "Because you are the heart of our group, that needs to be always throbbing with life".Sadia said. "Only then other parts can work, right?",Sameera said with holding back her tears. "Do you get that!", Arzoo said poking me. "Forget about the things that happened,and try to make your future happy!."Aaeyma said. "With Omar",Arzoo added,tickling me. They all adjusted their's and my dress. And went out, leaving me alone with the loud sound of my heart beats.Few minutes later, a knock at the door and my heart stopped, I closed my eyes and said to myself, "Calm down,Iqra. Calm down",moving my hands up and down,hoping this would help me in controlling my anxiety. I opened my eyes to see the most handsome man, staring at me with the most endearing smile. "Asalamualiakum", he said, captivating my eyes to his.

Hi Guys,
Jazak Allah for all u r support!.

Sry, I knw a very short chapter. But I had to do it. This friends thing is inspired from a real life. My story is obviously a love story but it also unfolds the support that u need from u r family and more over from u r friends (as u decide the friends in u r and not family as family is something that God provides u with,u get it for granted but friends,we get the choice).

Hope u r enjoying what I am writing.

Promise (In sha Allah) good chapters ahead.

Keep supporting and plzz remember the 3 R's. :-)

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