Third Person's Pov

Read the AN after the chapter please

Two days later

The wedding wasn't really crowded just close family members who knew about the situation

Layla is just sitting there speechless and can't even believe that she is doing this but what can she do!? And the effing clock keeps ticking fast

Aaban on the other hand...... Well imagine his situation! The love of his life is getting tied to his now closest buddy in an hour and he can't do anything about it he just prays that his life should be taken right now so he won't face anything and anyone again but that wish of his is very selfish right!? He has his little kids that can't even differentiate between right and wrong.

Layla's Pov

"Please can you make it light?" I said to the make up artist.

"Okay ma'am" She nodded.

"Momma mommy, daddy told us that you won't be living with us again" Anam said in tears.

"I will be living with you all soon my love. Go and play" I smiled painfully at her.

"Mommy I'm going to miss you" She started crying.

"You have your daddy with you right? And  you are going to be visiting me" I said.

"But me,daddy and Aman are going back to London" She pouted.

"Who told you that?"

"Daddy" She held my hand and started tracing my henna

"What!?" I stood up immediately.

"I'll be back in a few" I told the makeup artist.

"Where are you going to Layla?" Anty Falmata asked.

"I'm going to see Aaban" I rushed to Ya Fahad's room and met him lying down on the bed staring into his phone,my pictures to be precise

"Aaban" I whispered and he turned to look at me before turning to his phone again.

"Why are you ignoring now? You know that I'm only doing what I'm doing because of you so why do you want to go away now?" I asked.

"Because it's for the best" He said simply as if it was that easy.

"It's easy for you to leave me like that, right?" I asked with hurt and anger laced in my tone.

"Layla please just leave" He uttered.

"I should leave!? Okay then my kids are not going anywhere"

"Layla why are you angry now? Just because i am acting as if everything is easy for me doesn't mean it really is. Why are you hurting me more?" He stood up.

"I-i'm sorry" I apologized and I felt a warm liquid rolling down my cheeks.

"Don't worry Its fine I'm sorry too. I'll be leaving as soon as the Nikkah is done" Aaban said.

"Please don't forget about me please" I sobbed.

"I won't and promise me that you are not going to forget me too. I'm going to come back for you" I hugged him tightly and cried on his chest

I know what I'm doing is Haram but I needed that hug badly

"I'm sorry" I pulled out of the which he didn't reciprocate

I looked back one last time before rushing out.

"Maam I'm sorry I think I spoilt my make up" I apologized.

"No it's fine. I just started" She chuckled and I smiled warmly at her.

1 hour later,

The wedding Fatiha began and if not for my make up spray sweat and tears would have ruined the entire make up.

Minutes later,loud guda was heard from every inch which only meant that the wedding fatiha is done and I'm officially Mrs Fadoul.

Tears gushed down my cheeks making my head pound but I didn't care

My phone beeped twice and it was a message from both My ex husband and my new husband.

I decided to open Aaban's message first.

~Congrats Lulu, you're officially some one else's wife. Thank you for everything Xx

I weeped as I read the message. Why is he talking as if we are never going to be one again?

~Its been tied Alhamdulillah. May Allah (swt) give us the strength to live with each other

"Layla stand up the groom and his friends will be here in a few" Anty Falmata rushed into the room looking so dashing.

"Okay" I replied putting in my veil.

I'm wearing a dark blue lace sewn into a fitted skirt and a peplum top.

"Mommy we are leaving" Aman said.

"My baby" A sob escaped my lips as I hugged him.

"Mommy take care of yourself"

"I will son and take care of yourself too" I kissed his forehead and did the same with Anam.

"I'm going to miss you mommy" Anam said with a cracking voice.

"Me too my baby" I kissed her hand.

"Bye bye children. Daddy is waiting you have to go" I hugged them one last time.

"I know that it must be really hard for you Lay" Farida said giving me a sympathetic look.

"They will be back soon right?" I whispered

"InshaAllah"

Maryam and Falisha rushed into my room panting heavily with tears gushing down

"What's wrong? Why are you two crying?" I asked.

"L-lay-la it's Baffa" Falisha stammer

"What's wrong? WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM!?" I asked shaking her body.

"He h-had an accident on his way here" She managed to say and my eyes widened the same time Fadila's did

"Are you serious!? Please stop joking with me" I said expecting them to just laugh it off but guess what!? They didn't!

I rushed out of the room and met the elders sitting in the car about to go to the hospital I guess

"Please can I come with you? Please" I pleaded.

"No Layla please just stay here" Anty Falmata said worriedly.

"No Falmata,let her come along after all he is her husband now" Falisha's father said and I sat down in between my father and Anty Halima since it's a jeep

We arrived at Nisa Premier and headed to the accident ward

"Please Fadoul Muhammad he had an accident not long ago" I said.

"He is in the ICU you will have to wait outside" The receptionist said and we all nodded.

"Layla call Aaban and inform him" Baba said and I realized that I left my phone at home.

"Anty Halima please can I borrow your phone?" I asked.

"Sure" She streched her hand towards me handing over her phone.

I searched for his name and pressed the call button

He picked up on the third ring

Hello Mama please can we speak later? We are about to board the flight

Its Layla

Layla? What's wrong?

Aaban please can you come back home?

Why? What's wrong?

Fadoul had a really bad accident

What!? How!? When!?

I don't know. Please just come back

Okay okay I'll be there

I sighed and gave Anty her phone.

I whispered some prayers for Fadoul hoping he will make it

I tried so hard not to shed more tears cause I've cried enough for the whole day and surprisingly, my head is no more aching

"Fadoul Muhammad's family?" The doctor came out of the room.

"Yes?" We all answered walking towards him.

"Please who is Layla here?" He asked.

"I am" I replied.

"Come with me please" We both walked into the ICU.

I saw Fadoul lying almost lifelessly on the bed.

"L-layl-a i-i w-w-ant-ted to t-tell y-y-you s-something b-but please keep it between us" He smiled sweetly at me.

"I promise Fadoul. What's wrong?" I asked as he entwined our hands together.

"Qa-qamrah" He whispered as tears rolled down his eyes.

"What's wrong? What happened to Qamrah?"

"P-pl-ea-s-se t-tell her t-to fo-forgive me i-if she c-an" He said.

"No Fadoul you are going to ask for her forgiveness by yourself inshaAllah" I said with a cracking voice.

"N-no Layla I'm n-not g-goi-ng to m-ake it. I can feel it" He said.

"No Fadoul you are going to stand up inshaAllah" I sobbed.

"I c-ou-ldn't get any woman pregnant and i found out about it a day after we had a huge fight,i didn't even tell her th-think-ing th-that sh-sh-she was going to l-lea-ve me f-fo-rev-er and when sh-she found out that I knew about my condition and didn't bo-th-er tt-o inform her,she asked me to divorce her or else she will k-kill herself and I knew that she meant what she said cause she once tried to do so as an adult"

I cried so much till I couldn't do so anymore

"Fadoul she is going to forgive you inshaAllah" I smiled at him and all I got was him shaking his head.

I turned my head around and the words Fadoul was uttering and the loud sound of machines made me break down.

He was reciting the kalimatu shahada!

I'm happy for him that he got the chance to do so.

May we get the chance to do so too

Rest in Jannatul Firdaus Fadoul.

The nurses flashed me sympathetic looks as i wept on his chest shaking his body

"Fadoul you can't die like this! You need to find the love of your life" I sobbed.

The doctor smiled sadly at me before covering his face with the sheet

I walked out of the room and everyone rushed towards me.

"Layla Layla how is he? Please speak" Anty Falmata asked worriedly and i burst into tears.

"You're making us worried please speak up" Anty Halima shook my body with her hands on my shoulder

"Fadoul..... He --- he -- is dead" I said and I heard series of 'Innalillahi wainnailahi raji'un'

"No Layla stop joking around please tell me you're lying" Anty Falmata said.

"How can I joke about something that concerns Fadoul of all people?" I asked.

"So it's true" She whispered and before I could say 'Jack Robinson' she collapsed on the floor.

A/N:Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatu!!

Great and amazing people of wattpad I just found out about the mistake I made about the divorce thingy and im deeply sorry cause people were confusing me. Some say 1 divorce you have to marry again and some say you just have to perform another Nikkah

I'm was really confused and frustrated but Alhamdulillah I've read the real rule.

I've changed the divorce to thrice I hope everything is cleared.

How was the chapter? Sad huh? I literally cried so hard while writing this. Fadoul is one of my favorite characters in this book fah😭😭

I'm sorry for those that I made sad. He just had to die

I can't believe that he is gone now! Forever 💔😭

If y'all haven't noticed then lemme tell you,this book is coming to an end 😭

Who do you pity the most?

Layla?
Anty Falmata?
Uncle Muhammad?
Falisha?
Or Qamrah?

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