Yours, Eternally

Not Perfect

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I would like to say a few words before I continue. The male lead is unlike other male leads that I'd written about. He's not a perfect Muslim, even though he tries to be as good as possible. He WILL do things in this story that you might feel are wrong and immoral (not too extreme, I promise!), but the main theme behind his character is REPENTANCE.

Repentance is very important in Islam, and this story will show that about the characters.

I hope that you give him a chance, and will eventually end up liking him the way that you liked Fawad, Hamza and Faiz.

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"Being a good human is not achieving perfection, it's about being the best version of yourself despite your imperfections." My own quote, based on what I believe.

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Zain

I wrapped my arm around Sana, pulling her closer to myself, as we watched the film in the cinema. There was a cute smile on her face as she watched the small romantic moment in the horror film. 

Sana Faisal has been my girlfriend for three years and my heart completely belongs to her. We are so much in love that the next obvious step in our relationship is marriage. She has straight dark brown hair that ends at her halfway down her back, and a fringe that gives her a very cute look. Her eyes are wide and blue, being born to an Englishwoman, and she had these adorably pouty lips that I loved kissing.

I know that her father is a businessman and in fact, I have met him a few times. I never asked the detail about what kind of business he runs, but I know that Mr Faisal Aziz was not very religious. He had a whole bar at his house, stocked with the finest alcohol in the country. He'd offered it to me on more than one occasion, but I have refused it. I've never tasted a drop of alcohol in my life, and I had no intention of starting now.

Sana turned her head to look up at me and smiled at me as she popped a popcorn into my mouth. I playfully bit her finger and she narrowed her eyes at me. 

"I love you." I whispered.

"I love you too." She kissed my cheek.

After the film ended, we walked outside, hand-in-hand. It was drizzling slightly and a gentle breeze lifted up Sana's hair, brushing it against my arm.

"I need to go and pick up Mum and Dad." I sighed. 

"Weren't you meant to pick them up in an hour?" She giggled.

"Desi parents are never done in an hour." I gave her a quick peck on the lips. "Do you want me to drop you off somewhere?" 

"No, I'm meeting the girls at Pizza Hut since my boyfriend couldn't treat me to dinner." She rolled her eyes at me. "Anyway, babe, come over this weekend? We can discuss our engagement with Dad."

"I need to talk to my parents first, Sana." I sighed, putting my hands in my pockets. "I can't do this without their consent."

"Why? It's your life." She looked confused, as if my words didn't make sense to her.

"Yeah, and they gave me this life." I said. "I always involve them in my important decisions."

"Do they know about how long we've been dating?" She raised an eyebrow at me.