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It's a long one and it's juicy😋😋😋.............

JAWAHIR

I was sitting down on my bed going through Snapchat. I have to say it's amazing, I wasn't able to download it before because my screen was practicality nonexistent. It's my new favorite app, after wattpad obviously. I'm trying to get the hang of it though.

Ohhh and I'm so loving my new phone. It's practically my other half I cannot go five minutes without it. I think Aayan might be jealous lol, well he is the one that bought it for me and taught me how to use it so........

Anyway a knock on the door took my attention off the phone. "Hey Tesoro." Aayan poked his head. I still don't know the meaning, but I do know it's Italian.

"What are you doing?" He asked taking a seat at the foot of the bed. "Nothing, just surfing through the internet." I replied.  "You've being doing a lot of surfing lately." He sighed. I looked up and smiled sheepishly, then kept the phone aside. "Sorry."

"It's nothing, I brought it upon myself." He sighed dramatically. I chuckle, goofy Aayan is my favorite Aayan. "Get ready, we are going to Ammiey's." He said.

"Why can't I just pu—"

"Nope, you are not putting a big hijab over your clothes." Aayan chided before walking out.

Ahh, he knows me so well. I think I'm falling for him.

Urgh! I know what he said during our wedding night, It's etched permanently on my brain but those lines have long blurred. I don't know where we stand, and I'm afraid I will mess things up. But it's really hard not to, fall for him you know. I mean he's not perfect but he's perfect for me.

The feeling has been lurking around and I tried to ignore and suppress it but it intensified the day I told him my story and he accepted me and my baggage. Like it got 100x more intense and it's hard to keep an overwhelming feeling like that under the radar.

I'm not good at hiding what I feel. Ok that's a lie, who am I kidding? I'm more than good. But this is a different kinda feeling, I mean anytime I see him I want to hug and kiss the hell out of him and tell him how much I love him.

Woah! Wait! Hold up! Oh my God! I love him. This—this is the first time I'm admitting it to myself. I love him.

YA ARHAMAN RAHIMIN!!! I LOVE HIM!

I AM IN LOVE WITH HIM!

'ANA 'AHABUH!

I LOVE AAYAN ABBAS ABDULLAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SHOOT ME!!!

Okay Jawahir, calm down, calm down. I managed to calm myself down after what I just discovered.

How sure are you that you love him?

I'm not a dumb cliche character that doesn't realize she's in love till someone points it out. I just know, I just do. I've never been in love but I'm hundred percent sure that what I feel for Aayan is love, it has to be, it is love. It feels so right. Everything is clear now, the blushing, the increase in heart rate, smiling for no reason, it has to be love.

I love Aayan. Ya Rabbi I'm in love with Aayan

I feel like shouting it on top of my voice.

Easy there tiger. That won't be a good idea, we don't know if he feels the same.

Ohhh! That kinda dampened my mood, kinda. Now I have to put a leash on my mouth so I don't blurt it out.

What if he doesn't feel the same. The pessimistic side of me whispered. I completely ignored that thought, I'm happy and nothing can dampen my mood right now. I am finally in love with my husband and it feels so right, so perfect. I am not going to dwell on what ifs. And even if he doesn't, I'll give him time. And it's not like I'm going to say it.

Of course not, you fear rejection!! What if he rejects you, how would you feel.? Common tell him, let's see if he has truly accepted you. Oh wait he'll say yes not because he wants to,  but because he's afraid of what you might do, after all you're suicidal.

I was, not anymore. I corrected, I'm stronger than that now. I didn't let that get to me. It's true what I fear most right now is rejection, but I didn't dwell on it, not now. Ya Allah save me from myself; for I am my worst enemy.

I walked into the closet to change my clothes. What do you wear when you're going to your in laws? I finally decided on a brown blouse with white maxi skirt, I used a brown veil.

I picked up my bag then went downstairs. I met Aayan clad in a simple brown shadda. He looks yummy in trads.

Oh my God, I did not just think that. What is wrong with me?!

"Let's go." Aayan said picking up his keys then walked out. I followed him and he was already holding the door for me.

Okay maintain your cool Jawahir.

"T-thank you." Dang it I stuttered.

Aayan walked around and also entered. He inserted the key but didn't start the ignition. "Are you okay?" He turned to look at me.

"O-of c-course I'm okay. Why wouldn't I be?" I laughed nervously.

"Oookay," he said unsurely. "You seem flustered." He added under his breath. But he let it be and started driving. Phew! I couldn't take the silence so I turned on the radio. Which I regret later on.

Shower by 'Becky G' was playing

🎶🎶I don't know, it's just something about ya
Got me feeling like I can't be without ya
Anytime someone mention your name
I be feeling as if I'm around ya

Ain't no words to describe you baby
All I know is that you take me high
Can you tell that you drive me crazy?
'Cause I can't get you out my mind

Thinkin' of ya when I'm goin' to bed
When I wake up think of ya again
You are my homie, lover and friend
Exactly why

You light me up inside
Like the 4th of July
Whenever your around
I always seem to smile

And people ask me how
Well your the reason why
I'm dancing in the mirror and singing in the shower
Ladade ladada ladada
Singing in the shower
Ladade ladada ladada
Singing in the shower🎶🎶

Life seem to be playing a joke on me, seriously. I can feel my face flushing, dang it.

"Tesoro" Aayan called when he stopped at a red light. "Are you sure you're okay? You're all flustered, you can talk to me."

Why? Just why didn't I get Abu's melanin? "N-n-nothing is wrong. I'm okay, wallah." I smiled largely.

"Hal anti wathiqun; are you sure?" He questioned skeptically. "Hundred percent." I responded to which he just sighed.

After minutes of awkwardness, we finally arrived. I alighted the car as if I was being chased. I met Ammiey in the foyer. "Assalamu alaikum, Good evening Ammiey."

"Evening ya bint." She replied pulling for a hug. Her embrace warm as always. "You look beautiful habibty." She smiled.

"Shukran Ammiey." I smiled back, my love for this woman knows no bounds.

A loud cough interrupted us, and we turned around to face Aayan. "Uhm uhm Ammiey I'm starting to think you've forgotten about me."

"Oh shush you big baby." Ammiey laughed. "Let me gush over my daughter in law."

"Well Ammiey I made her your daughter in law." Aayan smirked.

I gaped at him. He's so comfortable around his mom that he says whatever comes to his mind. "You shameless child." Ammiey smacked him, he laughed and pulled her in for a hug. "She has always being my daughter just so you know." She said after they pulled away.

Aayan smiled at his mom and we walked further into the house.

We met Baba in his living room watching the evening news. "Ina wuni Baba." I greeted.

"Ah Jawahir how are you?" He said in response. "I'm fine Alhamdulillah." I smiled. "Toh madallah."

I left them with Baba and sauntered to the living room upstairs. My feet weren't fully in the room when a body threw itself on me. We would have fallen flat if not for a body behind me.

"Easy Maheera. You too? First Kausar, then you. Kuna so ku balla mun mata ne wai; do you want to break my wife?"

I didn't know he was behind me and for the second time today I gaped at him. What is wrong with him?! It's today of all days that he decides to let his mouth run loose.

Maheera held her chin and hummed. "Hmm su Akhi masu mata. Don't worry we won't break her, we'll return her to you perfectly fine, not even a single strand of hair will be out of place. Now shuuu, we want to talk." She then started or shall I say attempted to push him out.

"Good. But I have to do something first."

Maheera rolled her eyes. "What is i—"

Before she could complete her sentence Aayan placed a kiss squarely on my mouth and before any of us could react he was out of the door.

Can the ground swallow me now?!

Maheera looked at me with wide eyes then the door through which Aayan left, then me again, then the door again. She blinked, again, again, again and again.

AAYAN!!!!!! I mentally groaned.

"Did he just- did he just......." She trailed off

"Did he just kiss her? Yes Maheera, yes, yes he did." I heard Kausar's voice. I didn't even see her. "That too in front of us." She added. Maheera then let out a loud squeal making me cringe.

Why can't I just disappear?!

"Oh my God! Oh my God!" She kept chanting and jumping, literally. "Did you see that Kausar?" Maheera asked beaming at her sister.

"Of course I saw. Who knew Akhi was romantic?" Kausar wiggled her eyebrows at me.

Pttf please!! What's romantic about that?

I ignored the two squealing sisters and dragged my blushing self to the sofa.

Why, why?! Aayan you...

"How do you do it Jawahir?" Maheera asked taking a seat beside me.

"How do I do what?" I questioned confusedly.

"All that," Kausar answered making a whole gesture with her hand. "Last few years my brother barely smiles, barely acknowledges us, all he knew was work work work."

Maheera noded in agreement. "Now he jokes, smiles on regular basis, not the fake one he usually wears, but a geniue one. He checks on us regularly and actually knows what's going on our lives. Keep doing whatever it is you're doing Jawahir."

I'm not really doing anything. How they talk about his past really makes me curious.

"Yes Jawajaw," Kausar smiled. "I'm glad he rejected all those tons of proposals." She added absentmindly. Maheera glared and smacked her while I tried to be nonchalant about it. I mean what's the point? It's in the past and there's no use on dwelling on what ifs. He accepted right? Willingly? If not, does that make me a rebound?

Shut up Jawahir. Don't go there.

Maheera awkwardly cleared her throat. The situation became awkward and a bit tense. "Sooo," I started. "Mahee how does it feel to be engaged?" I asked changing the topic.

"I'm nervous and terrified but at the same time very excited. Did you also feel the same Jaw?"

Well, I locked myself up, went on a hunger strike and cried for days. But she doesn't need to know that.

"It's normal for brides to feel this way." I responded instead.  "I cannot wait." She beamed again. She's so excited and I'm so happy for her.

"Zawjatu akhi I'm so sorry abo—"Kausar began saying. "Don't sweat yourself, it's no biggie." I brushed it off.

After we talked about Maheera's upcoming wedding. The preparations, asoebi, and all that. We left a little after Isha prayer. Then visited my parents house and we called it a day.

******

"So, a colleague of mine is hosting a gala tomorrow night and we are invited." Aayan told me.

I smiled. I like the fact that he said 'we' not 'I.'

"That's great." I honestly haven't meet any of his friends or shall I say acquaintances. It'll be nice to catch a glimpse of his work life. "Any specific dressing code?" I asked.

"Yeah there is. Black."

"What?" I laughed out loud. "Really? Black? What are we going to? A funeral?"

"Haha," Aayan laughed sarcastically. "I find it weird too, but that's what the card says." He shrugged.

"That's weird. Allah kaimu then." I said before bidding him goodnight.

**********

The next morning I woke up giddy and happy, I don't know why. Maybe because I'll finally be introduced as Aayan's wife to the world. It's as if I was unintentionally shielded, nobody knows his wife. The marriage happened abruptly.

I cleared my room then head downstairs. I found out a while back that Aayan is kind of a neat freak. It was shocking, he clears his room everyday. I don't know what that says about me being a wife. At first I thought the maids clean it which I found awkward and uncomfortable, it was a relief to find out otherwise. Mammie will be so disappointed with me. Which wife doesn't clean her husband's bedroom and lets him do it himself?

With that thought in mind, I made my way to Aayan's room. It was empty but the sound of water indicated that he was in the bathroom.I cleared everything in the record of fifteen minutes, the room wasn't messy, heck it's neater than mine. After that, I strolled to the kitchen to make breakfast.

I was setting the table when Aayan walked in, clad in a blue suit and as usual with a tie in his hand. It became an unwritten rule that I'm to always knot his tie in the morning before he leaves. So I dried my hands with a towel and silently walked to him. He handed me the tie and I wrapped it round his neck.

"Good morning, Tesoro." He said, his breath hitting my forhead.

"Morning." I mumbled as I continued with the task at hand.

"You know.." Aayan placed his palms on the curve of my hips, setting the place on fire. "It's not fair that only you get to have a pet name."

I glanced at him with an amused smile. "So you want a pet name?"

"Yes," He nodded. "Men also love terms of endearment you know? It makes us feel special too."

I hummed. "What do you want me to call you then?"

Aayan shot me a flat look. "I need you to search every crook and cranny of your heart, reach deep down within and come up with a name for me."

I finished knotting the tie but Aayan didn't release his hold on me neither did I move.

I gazed deeply into those midnight black orbs, getting lost in them. "Ya Omri." I stood on my tip toes and whispered breathlessly into his right ear. He visible shivered and I smirked within knowing that I also affect him the way he affects me.

"Ya Hayati." I breathed into his left ear, his breathing started coming out heavily.

"Ya Amar." I sighed onto his right cheek bone.

"Ya Helo." I breathed onto his left cheek bone.

Aayan seem to be in a trance. I let my eyes roam round his face, memorizing every corner permanently on my heart. My eyes feel on his lips, his pale pink luscious lips.

"Ya Rouhi." I sighed softly, my lips a breath away from his and he closed the distance, his hands cupping the back of my head and his thumbs caressing the skin underneath my jaw.

I placed a trembling hand on his waist and the other clenching a fist of his dress shirt. I love you. Is the only sentence that kept running through my head, like a broken record. After what seemed like forever, Aayan pulled away, placing his forhead on mine.

"If you keep talking that way, I will not be responsible for my actions." He said huskily, his tone touching me to the core.

I cleared my throat, I know my face is flushed. "Let's have breakfast." I tugged his arm.

"You look cute when you blush." He teased.

What did I do? You guessed it right, I flushed deeper.

"Ma'as salam; bye." Aayan said as he stood up after finishing his breakfast. I picked up his jacket and held it as he slid his arms. I then picked up his bag and walked him to the door. "Rihlat amina; safe journey." I said softly.

He quickly placed a lingering kiss on my forhead. "Ameen, I'll see you tonight." With that he turned around.

*******

"Which one then?" I whined into the phone screen.

I am having a conference call with my friends—except for Kausar she's here with me—and Suhayla. We've been trying to find the perfect dress. "I really don't like the one you're holding, it's plain and boring." Amani said and Kausar nodded in agreement.

"You should try another one." Nabila suggested.

"How hard can it be to choose a black dress." I groaned, looking at the P.O.P in my closet.

"Stop whining Jawahir." Jahara chided.

"Yeah," Suhayla added. "You need to turn heads."

"Say Astagfurillah Suhayla, the only head I need to turn is my husband's." I muttered softly under my breath. But I guess I wasn't that quite because they heard me and started teasing me.

A few dresses later, I finally found the perfect one. It's a simple a line dress that hugged my figure from the top a bit, the lower part is flay with lace long sleeves. "I think this is it." I beamed.

They all nodded in agreement. I decided to start with my makeup. I've prayed Maghreb and my wudu'u is still in tact, that way I can pray Isha before we leave. With the little to no knowledge we have on make up—well the little knowledge I have—Kausar and I succeeded in making me presentable.

The make up isn't heavy. Just the usual winged eyeliner, mascara and deep kohl that makes my eyes pop. We used a bit of a contour and highlighter on my cheekbones then stained my lips with a plain lip gloss, leaving my lip colour it's natural peony pink self. For my hair, Kausar made a doughnut in the middle of my head and wrapped my hijab.

"You look really beautiful Jawahir." Kausar gushed, smiling brightly at me.

"You really think so?" I asked nervously.

"Hundred percent." She nodded eagerly. "Let me take pictures."

I posed as she snapped a couple of pictures, by a couple I mean a couple of hundreds. She just keeps clicking, she said something about find the one. Whatever the hell that means. My friends and sister came back online, they also gushed about how beautiful I look. Let's just hope Aayan thinks so too. The sound of a car interrupted us.

"Ohhh that must be akhi." Kausar yelled excitedly.

"Toh ukhti all the best." Suhayla said. "Let's not keep zawj al-ukht waiting." With that the screen went blank.

Kausar went down first, she told me to come down a few minutes later. Knowing her, she's up to something mischievous. A few minutes later I went down. I saw Aayan at the foot at the stairs, he immediately looked up when he heard my movement.

I was transfixed on the Adonis in front of me. He's dress in a classic black tux with his hair styled in a slick back. He looks handsome, no he looks......beautiful, yes beautiful.

Fa tabarakallah ahsanul khaliqeen; Glory be to Allah, the best of creators.

I slowly but gracefully made my way down to him, our gaze locked, everything else disappeared. I finally reached and he offered me his hand then he smiled, God he smiled. A single smile of his is enough to send my mind in an overdrive and my heart palpitations to increase.

"El kamar helo wa inta ahla; the moon is beautiful is beautiful but you are lovelier." He uttered with utmost sincerity as his gaze roam around my body till it finally settles on my eyes and by Allah my breath hitched.

The emotions in there were so intense I couldn't catch one.

"Tabarakallah Masha Allah." Aayan whispered huskily before he placed his lips on my forhead gently as if I'm a porcelain doll that will break at any moment. My eyes flutterd close on their own accord. Ya Allah! What is this?

Love.

My subconscious mind whispered breathlessly.

I love you. Ya Rahman, I love you.

The sound of a throat being cleared brought me, us back to reality. Oh my God! Kausar! I've totally forgotten about her.Why won't you? My subconscious mind mocked.

"I'm still here you know." Kausar grinned cheekily, giggling a bit. I buried my face in Aayan's face as his chest also shook from laughter.

"Okay picture time." Kausar yelled excitedly making Aayan groan. "Do we have to?"

"Yes, now sit on a stair." Not wanting to argue, we did as we were told. As Kausar fumbled with the camera, I turned to Aayan. "Ya Omri anta tabdun wasim; you look handsome."

"Only for you Tesoro, only for you."

I brought out my phone and captured our legs. Weird, I know.

But the picture looked beautiful.

Kausar took multiple pictures till she was satisfied. She collected my phone and captured a perfect one. My right hand in the crook of his left arm as we faced the camera.

I was about to post it when Aayan collected the phone. "No you won't." He said as he did god knows what. He handed me back the phone. He cropped our faces and posted the picture that way.

I looked at him dumbfounded.

"You cannot post a picture of my wife for everyone to see. I forbid you to." he muttered irritably. "Kausar don't you dare post those pictures." He ordered.

"But..." She started to protest but stopped when she saw the stern glare on his face. "Fine," she sighed defeatedly. "Possessive much?" She muttered under her breath. I'm pretty sure Aayan heard her, he just chose to ignore.

"Hayya; let's go. Kausar we're dropping you first."

"Uhm Akhi, that won't be necessary." Kausar said.

"Why?" Came his confused reply.

"Uhm w-well a f-fr-friend of m-mine is p-p-picking me up." Kausar stammered nervously. I swear if you look closely, you'll see sweat dripping down her forhead. I cackled mentally.

"Why would your friend pick you up at this hour of......oh." Aayan glared at her in recognition. "No." He deadpanned.

"Please Ya Aayan." She pleaded.

"I said no and that's final. Why wouldn't he pick you up from your parents house?"

"I-I...."

"Does Baba knows about this?" Kausar shook her head.

"Ammiey?" He asked through gritted teeth. Again she shook her head. "Ya ilahi!" he sighed. "Audu is driving you home, I'll drive us to the venue." Aayan said in a final tone leaving no room for argument. "Go!" He yelled. "We will talk about this."

Kausar looked scared, no terrified. "Akhi min fadhlik."

"Leave Kausar before I do something." He commanded sternly.

Shooting me a helpless look, Kausar exited the house. I told her it was a bad idea. Besides I now don't believe in dating and all those stuffs, I never had an interest to begin with. It's just a complete waste of time and ways to increase your sins, auzubillah. If he is really serious about you, he'll approach your parents and do it the right way. I like the prospect of pure halal love, after all I fell in love with my husband the same way.

"A boyfriend?" Aayan seethed. "Can you believe that girl? So that's why she came here. She's too young to have a boyfriend."

Excuse me Mister? Say what now? I shot him a sarcastic look.

"What?" He exclaimed once he saw the look on my face. "She's just eighteen."

"How old am I?" I asked, folding my arms below my chest.

"You're...." He trailed off in realization.

"Exactly." I deadpanned.

"It isn't the same." Aayan still argued.

"Don't be a hypocrite." I said flatly. "She's old enough to get married."

"Marriage?!" He screeched. "My answer is still no."

"You know sooner or later—"

"No," he interjected. "I prefer later, thank you very much. It's bad enough that Maheera....."

"Maheera?" I asked incredulously. I cannot believe him. "Maheera is a full grown woman."

Aayan grumbled under his breath. "You're impossible." I laughed. He encircled an arm around my waist, tugging me to his side. "Have I mentioned how beautiful you look?" I nodded shyly.

"My elegant princess," he bobbed my nose with his. He quickly stole a kiss from my lips. "Let's go." He placed my arm in the crook of his, with that, we sauntered to the car.

*********

We arrived at the venue at exactly 8:15. Aayan gave his key to a valet and we made our way to the entrance. A long endless red carpet was laid. It looks like all those celebrities event, the only thing missing is the paparazzi. The hall was gigantic, with high ceilings and windows. A big dangling chandelier in the middle. To the left alcove is the refreshment with waiters on standby, a stage facing the entry. Round tables with six chairs each in the whole hall except the middle which I concluded to be dance floor. What dance floor though?

Men and women dressed elegantly mingle about with a soft country music in the background.

I noticed Uthman making his way towards us."Amaryan mu," he grinned. "You look, uhm what is it that you people say?" he trailed off. "Aha!" he then suddenly exclaimed. "Anti jamilatun jiddan; you are very beautiful."

I chuckled. "You've been taking classes?"

He dramatically sighed. "You have no idea. I realised it's time I learn. Your husband over there is always speaking it, I have a strong feeling that he's mostly insulting me." Uthman reminds me so much of Ya Hassan; Ya Farha's husband. Their character is almost the same.

"You do realise I'm still here right?" Aayan interrupted.

"Bro! Didn't see you there." Uthman said almost cheekily to which Aayan just rolled his eyes.

Uthman led us to our assigned table which is very close to the stage. A couple were already sitting there, Mr and Mrs Sani. The husband is also a business partner to Aayan and the person hosting this gala, who I'm yet to meet. Mrs Sani, a lady that seems to be in her late 20s. I'm not one to judge but judging from the double meaning sentences and snide remarks, she seems to be a stuck up house wife.

A man dressed in a black suit took the stage. "Ladies and Gentlemen, it gives me great pleasure to be here tonight and to have the opportunity of saying a few words on this unique occasion........" Blah blah, you know the usual. After he gave his speech, he walked to our table. He shook hands with the men and nodded respectfully to Mrs Sani and I.

"Aayan long time no see. It's nice to see you."

"Likewise Umar. Umar, this is my wife, Jawahir. And Jawahir, this is Umar, an old friend of mine and also the host." Aayan introduced.

"It's nice to meet you." Umar said to me.

"Likewise." I smiled.

"Sorry, I couldn't make it to the wedding. Allah bada zaman lafiya."

"Ameen." I whispered.

I met most of Aayan's acquaintances as he likes to call them and some business partners. They were all apologizing for not attending the wedding.

It happened in a haste. Even if they attended, I wouldn't have met them. Because no event included the groom, I myself saw him at night after the nikah.

The rest of the night was filled with long ass boring speeches, that would make you fall asleep because of how boring they are.

Around 9:30 Aayan declared that we're leaving, saying our goodbyes to Umar, we left together with Uthman.

At the exit, a man stood tall, blocking the way. "So it's true, the mighty Aayan Abbas Abdullah did show up." He smirked. He is the type of guy that you get bad vibes about him the first time you see him. And with the way Aayan's jaw clenched, his figure straighten out immediately, it's save to assume his bad news.

"Abdulrazaq." Aayan said, emotionlessly.

"Yeah it's me. Long time no see eh?" This Abdulrazaq grinned, his teeth awfully yellow, which clearly shows that he smokes. He then looked at Uthman. "It's good to see that your friend has finally put on his big boy pants."

All this while I was quite as I observe them carefully. It's clear as the day that they don't like him. And he has this malicious glint in his eyes that gives me shivers.

"He has finally gotten married."

All this is making me head swirl. What does he mean by 'finally gotten married.' Was Aayan really so against marriage?

"And he did land himself quite a catch." Suddenly his gaze fell on me. His eyes racked me up and down. I've seen that kind of look, I know that kind of look. It's what haunts me almost every night.

I subconsciously took a step closer to Aayan. Aayan noticed this and took a hold of my hand, side stepping Abdulrazaq. We were ten steps outside the hall when Abdulrazaq called back. "I wonder how Manal would feel." He yelled in mock sympathy.

Aayan's whole body stiffened, he goes completely rigid.  "Aayan ignore h...."

Uthman didn't get to finish his sentence because Aayan was already stalking towards Abdulrazaq. The latter has a triumph smirk on his face like he got the exact reaction he was hoping for.

I have no idea what's going on. The only thing that kept running through my head was 'WHO IS MANAL?'

Luckily Uthman stopped Aayan before he could hit Abdulrazaq. He said something to Aayan which seem to calm him down a bit. Still Aayan walked to Abdulrazaq, held him by the collar and said God knows what to him. Abdulrazaq with that sick smirk on his face replied which rattled Aayan more. Aayan whispered something harshly before roughly pushing Abdulrazaq back. He and Uthman walked back to where I was.

"I'm sure she doesn't know!!!" Abdulrazaq yelled back, looking at me squarely in the eyes.

What don't I know? This honestly is giving me a headache.

"What's he talking about?" I asked Aayan.

His response surprised me to say the least. "It's none of your business. Stay out of it." He whisper-yelled harshly before entering the car and slamming the door shut.

"I'm sorry." I whispered to myself.

Uthman looked at me with apologetic eyes. I just averted my gaze and quietly entered the back of the car. The car was unbearably quite, the silence was so uncomfortable. We dropped Uthman at home and I was contemplating whether to stay in the back or move to the front.

I decided on the latter and quietly moved to the front. Aayan said nothing as he continued driving. He's holding the wheel so hard that his knuckles have gone white. The most uncomfortable I've ever had in my life came to an end. I followed Aayan quietly into the house.

"Aayan are you okay?" I timidly asked to which he just ignored. "We can talk about it if you like." I added quietly.

He turned so fast that it scared me. "SHUT UP!" He yelled and I flinched. "Okay just shut up and stay out of this."

"I-I.."

"STAY.WITHIN.YOUR.LIMIT." With that he stormed upstairs. "I was just trying to help." I whispered sadly into the night.

That night I had a nightmare..............

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Sooooooooooooooooo............

That didn't end well😬😬🙊🙊

DUN! DUN! DUN!

Drama! Drama! DRAMA!

Hmm my beautiful people what is it that our darling Jawahir doesn't know?!

And the million dollar question 'WHO IS MANAL?!'

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