The next time Aaliya opened her eyes was when Arslan shook her shoulders gently to revive her up. He was very much comfortable carrying her in his arms and drop her to her room but she wouldn't have appreciated it! Although his senses and mostly his heart was yelling at him to hold her he refrained.
Aaliya groggily opened her eyes and started sauntering inside the house, Arslan was just behind her by a step in all his alert senses but she made it to her room without falling off.
"Have you had something for dinner?" He asked her with a concern filled voice but she shook her head leaning her head on the wooden door which she held from her one hand with an intend to close the door, her eyes dropping close because of sleep.
"No, I haven't but I don't want to. I just want to sleep." She mumbled and yawned as if to confirm her former statement.
Arslan nodded his head and went away but a thought struck his mind, he went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. He swept his gaze through the refrigerator and stopped on the mangoes.
He took out the mangoes, washed and peeled them. He added the pieces of mangoes in a jar and also some milk. Making a mango milkshake he poured it in a glass.
After coming outside of her room, he knocked on the door but didn't listen to any voice from inside. He thought maybe she slept due to exhaustion. He again knocked on the door but this time it was a little harder. He waited for a minute but the door didn't unlock. He knocked again after waiting for a minute. When even after knocking four more times, the door didn't open his mind started forming cynical notions.
He didn't wait and pressed his thumb on the fingerprint scanner which had family member's fingerprints in cases of emergency. When he entered the room he stopped dead on his track. He grounded on the floor watching the scene unfolding in front of his eyes. He was stunned to see her like this.
Aaliya's face and hair were wrapped in a white-coloured Dupatta (Scarf), the moonlight falling on her face was illuminating her soft features. Her face exhibited serenity as her eyes were closed. Her palms were in front of her face joined together for Dua as she was mumbling something under her breath.
She blew on her palms and spread it across her face, then her head and dragging her hands from head to till the shoulders and then crossing her hands spread it on the length of her arms. She stood up next and saw Arslan standing there with a glass of mango milkshake for her.
She gave him an astonishing smile, the one which caused his heart to thump promptly. She walked to him and stood on her tippy toes, she blew air on his hairs and all over his body. If Arslan wasn't been in madly love with her then after this stunt he would have. But he was already so crazily and madly in love with her, the amount which even he doesn't have any idea.
Arslan forwarded a glass to her which she accepted from his hands, he hastily escaped her room after that. But his intellect didn't relinquish her impressions. Right now his mind was on her serene expression.
Arslan was not a proper Muslim, he does pray but Friday to Friday and seeing her praying even after this much exhaustion. She couldn't even keep her eyes open, but yet she prayed. That created havoc in him, he had everything an ordinary person would wish for yet he doesn't thank his almighty enough for providing him with everything he had in his life. He shook his head and decided to change his way of living his life and the first one would be by starting to pray five times a day. He determined himself for that and went into the washroom.
That is what the thing Islam teaches us that never Judge the other person from their exterior, don't talk Ill about them due to the choices they make as you only know the outer version but Allah knows them personally, as it could be possible that in peace of the night they are more closer to the creator than you are.
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The next day Aaliya woke up late due to the exemption of her day off, she stretched her limbs and yawned feeling pleased to have a good and perfect sleep after few days.
She had already intended to stay the home full day, she would be enjoying her day off to the fullest with this thought in her mind, she took a shower but instead of changing into casual clothes, she chose her most comfortable wear, loungewear. She chose a sky blue oversized t-shirt which had a print of a quote 'you are the best' in white cursive writing. With that, she chose comfortable pair of black and white pyjamas. She took her black hoodie on it the best thing in the world, it comes with a hood and pockets.
She came downstairs humming the random tune but she stopped dead in the tracks noticing a male figure in their private lounge, she cleared her throat with neutral expressions and the person turned towards him, her face formed into a wonderful smile seeing the person in her front.
"Omar Bhaijaan? Aap kab aaye? (Brother? When did you come?)" She asked in her soft voice to which the person gave her a genuine smile.
"Just a few moments before!" He replied and coming closer to her affectionately patted her head.
"But you were about to come next week right?" She asked him perplexed as Raziya herself had told her that Omar has one more week to stay in Italy.
He released a huff and looked at her with a helpless look on which she chuckled out knowing why he is here!
"Go then, your wifey is angry!" She teased her brother in law who gave her a last look and ran to his wife's room.
Omar Mirza is the CEO of his father's company Mirza Enterprises. Omar is the only kid of his parents, he has jet black hairs with grey orbs. He is a man nearing his thirties now.
He had seen Raziya Siddiqui in one of the company meeting's and on the first meeting only Raziya had taken away his breath. She was intelligent, young, smart and Gorgeous. But before he could go through his feelings, his mother passed away in sudden death. That was a huge shock for him.
He somehow started managing his father's business as he thought to give more space to his father, there only his meetings with Raziya had increased. Raziya being a kind-hearted person started showing her empathy to the young man. Slowly but steadily their friendship developed into love and when he asked for her hand from Siddique's, they gave him their precious daughter after a complete background check.
Now after their nearly four years of happy married life, they were blessed with the news of upcoming addition to their family. And as Mirza's didn't possess any female in their house, Raziya has come here for the firstborn of them.
Aaliya always adored the relationship the married couples have in between them and discreetly yearned for someone to love and cherish her like that! Unknown to certain someone's feeling towards her.
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The whole day lounging around in the house finally it was time for everyone to return from their respective offices and Aaliya was enthusiastic to welcome them all as it was nearly a very long time since she did this. One by one everyone came from their workplaces and Aaliya welcomed them with a lovely smile.
All of the Siddique's were relaxing in the lounge when the topic of Aaban's wedding came out.
"So, when should we keep the dates of your wedding?" Hamid Siddique asked his grandson but before Aaban could answer back Aaliya beat him to it.
"Dadajaan (Grandfather) We should keep it next month. Sofiya also would be free at that time." Aaliya said in a cheerful voice forgetting that they were asking Aaban and not her.
"Aalu they were asking Aaban because he is getting married and not you!" Ayaan said to his sister who's face got red in mortification and everybody chuckled at her expressions.
"Don't worry, we will ask your viewpoint on your marriage dates!" Aaban whispered in Aaliya's ear for only her to listen, and now her face turned crimson due to all new reason.
Arslan smiled seeing her happy, how he desires to make her blush because of him but the next second only he came out of his fiction, whilst shaking his head.
Arslan got a call on his phone and he excused himself from everyone and went away to talk. But Aaliya noticed the way he became tensed seeing the caller ID.
This was the second time she had noticed the same thing, the first one was on Aaban's Engagement day and the Second time now. Aaliya was brought out from her trance by Aaban's arm around her shoulder.
Aaban's marriage dates were finalised in the mid of the next month, and it was decided to keep a private celebration which would not authorize paparazzi, but you can't ensure that completely being the great name in the business world.
The Prosperity of Siddique's Family was returning but the cloud of Secrets was also getting darker. What will happen in the future, Nobody knew!!
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Hey guys!
I am back after a long vacation!
And I want to thank each one of you who patiently waited for my update, thank you I have got amazing readers in form of you all.
I have published another book named Sharah. I would appreciate it if you would give it a try as well.
I was thinking to increase the word count of the chapter by the next update, let's see!
Let me know what do you think about this chapter!
Till then the next update, Allah Hafiz!