A/N: this is a second part of Ruhaniyat and I will try making it a standalone. I know most of y'all would have forgotten who Bushra and junaid are. Junaid was Nihaal's brother and Bushra was their classmate in college.

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"Everyone wants to be the sun to brighten up someone's life, but why not be the moon, to shine on someone's darkest hours"
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The bright golden light stretched into the room and the birds were chirping leisurely outside the window.

Bushra slowly got up from her beauty sleep and stretched her limbs and looked out of the window. It was a beautiful day. She got up from the bed and walked to the balcony that was attached to her hostel room.

She looked around and saw people busy rushing to work or college. It was a busy morning and everyone were busy with their own lives without bother about the other. Just indulged in their own lives and this is what she loved about London. She finally had her share of privacy from the nosey relatives, who would barge into the house uninvited everyday, as they lived quite nearby and they would leave no chance to mess up her life.

Bushra was a girl with dreams. She had moved to London to complete her higher education in interior designing. Her eyes would always shine with passion and she loved observing the different styles of building and houses. She always dreamt of making a huge house for her parents with her hard earned money.

It was almost one year since she and Junaid had moved in to London to study. Junaid was her best friend from India. They had got their bachelor's degree together. She knew he had a tiny little crush on her but she thought it was just infatuation and not love.

She had always wanted a fairytale story but alas not all fairytale stories come true.

She had shifted to a girls hostel nearby her university campus whereas Junaid lived with his paternal aunt, who lived here for the past 20 years. His paternal aunt was a widow and she didn't want to go back to her motherland and wanted to remain with the memories of her husband. She had a beautiful daughter named Fiza.

Bushra had always adored the cute girl Fiza. They both had become friends instantly. She had heard about Fiza from her friend Sadiya, who happens to be Junaid's twin. She also knew that his mother wanted to make Fiza her daughter in law and hence, she didn't want to get any strings attached with junaid and always remained as a friend to him.

She came out of her dreamland when she heard the closing of the washroom door and came out her roommate Zaiba.

Bushra passed by her giving her a genuine smile and walked into the washroom to take a shower after collecting her clothes placed on the bed.

She came out after 10 minutes wearing a brown colour skirt with a white T-shirt tucked inside her skirt and a light brown cardigan on top of it. She moved to the dressing table and dried her hair using a hair dryer. After about 5 minutes she was done and was wearing her watch when her roommate Zaiba grabbed her attention.

"Itna taiyaar hoke Kaun college jaata hai yaar?"

"Hamesha taiyaar rehna chahiye Zaiba. kyunki rishta Aur farishta kisi b time aasakta hai" she winked at her friend making her shake her head at her friend. Bushra had always been the chirpy one.

She moved her attention back on the mirror and tied her hair into a bun and clipped it. She wore the inside cap of a hijab and then tied her hijab around her head. She was ready to go.

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On the other hand, Junaid had woken up late and after quickly taking a shower, he had changed into a black jeans and a white turtle neck long sleeves T-shirt. She quickly grabbed his watch and was running downstairs, when he bumped into his cousin.

"Junaid can you please drop me to college. I missed my bus and I'm actually getting late" Fiza asked with pleading eyes.

"Kya yaar Fizu. I'm already late. Come quickly in 5 minutes, I'll be waiting near the dining table" he replied. He couldn't deny his little cousin. He treated her just the way he treated his sister, Sadiya. He missed his family back home but he was glad he was completing his wish and was closer to his crush.

He knew that his mere crush had turned into love and he was ready to express his love to Bushra when the time would be right. He just had to wait for some more time and he would do that for her. He knew she had huge dreams and he would help her with accompanying her dreams to come true.

He quickly moved to the dining table and hugged his phuphu (paternal aunt) and greeted her with his salam. She had scolded him for getting up late and skipping breakfast and just grabbing an apple.

Fiza walked in with her bag and both of them rushed to the car that belong to her father and drove away to the university. He dropped her first and then moved to his own university. It was the first day to his second year course and he was already late for the lecture. He even missed out meeting Bushra on the way and now he had to wait for another two periods to be in the same class as her. They shared just two classes as the crowd was huge and they had divided the class into two halves.

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The time passed by quickly and he moved to the next class and was, waiting for her arrival. The seat next to him was empty, as he would always catch a seat for her.

Imtihaan hogayi intezaar ki
Ayi na Kuch khabar mere yaar ki

He was singing looking at the door, when she walked to the seat in her own sweet time. He saw a guy gawking at her. He got up from his seat and moved towards Bushra and glared at that guy, making the guy to shift back in his seat.

"Assalamu alaikum, why are you late Bushra?" he asked giving her his undivided attention.

"Walaikum assalam and by the way look who's talking. You were the one who came late in the morning. I had to wait for Soo long" she huffed.

He found her blabbering cute. There was not a thing he hated about her.

"Nobody's seen you in days. Where have you been lately?" he stopped her blabbering.

"I was in the coffee shop near my hostel. Why do you ask?"

"Akele akele? You didnt even tell me about it!"

"Arre it's not like that. I've started working there as part time"

Junaid knew Bushra liked being independent and he didn't want to demotivate her and was happy for her. She was a hardworking person.

"Wow that's nice. Hum bhi kabhi aayenge coffee peene aapke pass" he winked at her.

'Ya Allah when will this guy stop flirting and concentrate on his life?' Bushra wondered.

"Junaid stop doing that. You know I don't like it. And for your kind information I'm working there and it's not like I own it" she responded and turned back her gaze to the podium where the teacher stood.

He knew he goes a little overboard with her but he liked doing that. He had observed her turning into a mature adult after shifting to London. She hadn't developed a crush on anyone like she used to have a crush every week back then. He wanted to be by her side and have a future with her but destiny had different plans.

After the lecture was over, Bushra was free as she didn't have any more classes but junaid had to go back to his practical class. She bid him bye and called up her roommate.

"Hey, Assalamu alaikum Zee. Are you done for the day?" she inquired.

"Walaikum assalam Bush. Nai yaar. I've got this interactive session in the main auditorium by an alumni. Why? What happened?"

"Oh Okay. Actually I was done with my classes and I thought we could go out maybe?" Bushra replied.

"Bush come with me to the Auditorium. It will get over in 20-25 mins and then we can go out for shopping?" she asked.

"Ohk fine. But seriously will it be done in 20-25 mins? I can't sit bored for another session of boring lecture" Zaiba knew she must have rolled her eyes at that comment.

"Yes Pakka. It will be done and then we can go shopping"

"By the way who's lecture is it?"

"An alumni student. I don't know the name. Now hurry up or else I'll be late" she replied sighing deeply.

Mic in one hand and the other hand in his pocket, he stood in front of the audience. He had a very dominating aura. With a scrutinising gaze he scanned the audience. It landed on the two girls entering late inside the room. He saw them rushing inside the room and occupying the last seats.

Zaiba was late for the lecture and once she saw Bushra coming towards her, she pulled her quickly inside the auditorium and the room was quiet when they entered and they received everyone attention. They quickly settled themselves in the last row until they heard an authoritative voice.

"I'd want the late comers in the first row" Bushra looked at the front and found a man in his late 20's standing on the stage with a mic in his hand. He looked intimidating. She thought she would sit in the last row and plug in music and enjoy. But looks like she wouldn't be able to do that. Glaring at Zaiba, she moved with her to the first row huffing and puffing.

He introduced himself as Ikram Aurang, an ex student of the university. Bushra looked up and saw that he had a very dominating personality. He had a bodyguard behind him. His aura spelt arrogance and attitude.

Half way through the speech and Bushra was already bored. Zaiba nudged her and whispered slowly

"Yaar ye banda Kitna hot hai na" Bushra felt a moment of Deja Vu. She had literally said the same thing when Nihaal bhai had introduced himself. She laughed at her old self. How stupid had she been back then.

"Abey chup karo Aur lecture pe dhyaan do. You need to write a report on it" she looked up and saw that he was observing them with a scrutinising gaze. She felt awkward and shifted back in her seat.

After about 5 minutes the lecture was over and Bushra pulled zaiba along with her and walked away for their shopping spree.

When he had asked the girls to come forward and occupy the first row, he was shocked to see an angel like beauty infront of him. He was mesmerised by her beauty and he couldn't move his eyes from her the whole time during the lecture. Her personality spelt innocence. He lost his heart for the honey brown eyed girl. He wanted the beauty for himself. And once he liked something, he would have it by hook or by crook.

After the lecture was over, he turned to his bodyguard and ordered

"Get me details of that girl in brown outfit in an hour" saying this he walked back to the principal's office.

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Assalamu alaikum everyone.

Hey. How's everyone doing?

I missed all of you and your lovely comments

Apologies from my side.

I had my exams from August 10 till Sept 28. I had to finish two sems at a time but Alhamdulillah it's all over now. I will try and complete all my pending stories and also the story ideas given to me by few readers.

Uff I felt like the writer in me had died and I felt it really hard to write again. I hope you like this story and I wish it turns out like its planned.

Please give me a truthful feedback.

Keep smiling and stay safe.

~Zoe.