To The Straight Path.

Chapter 55.

It's been a month after that incident and Umar's lifestyle was back to normal.

He wakes up at 5, offer his Fajr prayer and straight from there go for workout and at around 7:30 he come back to his new apartment.

He eats his breakfast which consists of omelets, bread and his bitter coffee or sometimes an apple and boiled eggs. But his bitter coffee is mandatory at every morning.

He then go for his work and at about 6 pm he reach back to his apartment. After offering his magrib, he sit aimlessly looking at moon or imagining Eira's face in that moon.

Sometimes he does his pending works or watch television, most of the time he would be alone and sit ideally for hours getting lost of the track of time.

He learnt how to read Arabic and after every Isha Salah he recites Quran with translation.

He sleeps around 11 or 11:30 but sometimes due to bundle of work he couldn't sleep entire night.

"Umar."

He looked up to see Amara standing there with a bouquet in her hands.

"Yes?" He asked perplexed looking at her.

"Happy Birthday." She greeted cheerfully and passed him the bouquet and a shopping bag.

"Thanks." He said absentmindedly but still was puzzled.

"Come let's have a group dinner after all it's your birthday."

"I'm sorry Amara..."

She closed her eyes listening her name from his mouth and what he said further was like incoherent words to her.

She was on cloud nine listening her name for the first time in a deep, husky and manly voice of his.

"Miss Amara." His voice snapped her back from her chain of thoughts or more precisely from her fairytales.

"Uh.. Yes?"

"I was saying I still have work to do.." she got busy in checking him out.

The way he talks and how his lips parts whenever he says something, his Adam apple, his devilishly handsome face, his messy hairs. The way his sleeves are neatly folded till his elbows. His deep ocean blue eyes. His huge muscles and well built biceps.

She came back in her senses mumbling Astagfirullah million times but she couldn't able avert her gaze away from him.

As if he is hypnotizing her by his charm and looks.

"So.. you.. aren't coming." She mumbled stuttering and looked down trying to hide the brimming of tears in her eyes.

"Ofcourse he is coming." Imaad came out of nowhere and try to ease the little tension in the room.

"Imaad.."

"C'mon Umar, we all need some little enjoyment and it isn't like you are going on a date with her alone, it's a group dinner right Amara?"

She looked at him with widen eyes and a blush creep up on her cheeks and she nodded slightly making Imaad to grin.

Umar was glaring at Imaad but he was least interested in Umar's deep blue orbs which turned a little darker in shade.

"C'mon, man." He kept his hand around his shoulder and dragged him from his chair taking that bouquet and bag in other hand.

"C'mon Miss Amara."

She nodded with a bright smile on her face. She was extremely happy that she could look at him for few more hours.

They took the elevator and got in their respective cars as they will directly go to their homes after dinner.