Her Everything [ Book #1]

Chapter-3

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Zeyad and Mariam were talking, getting to know each other.
Mariam found out that he owned his own company 'Z Industrials'. It dealt with a lot of things; from publishing to outsourcing and even invested in real estate and construction.

He'd started it when he was 24 with the help of his father who apparently owned his own company, and he was actually 30 now.

'He certainly doesn't look like it' thought Mariam.

They talked and asked each other about their likes and dislikes and started liking each other instantly. Zeyad asked her about her hobbies and stuff and vice versa when there was a knock on the door, even though it was open.

There stood was Khadija. She had a tray of tea in her hands.

"Come in, Khadija," Mariam said as she stood up to take the tray from her.
While giving the tray, Khadija said something in her ear that confused her.

'Take good care of our special guest.'

What did she mean now?

'Why was everyone in this household suddenly acting so strange?' she wondered. Nevertheless, she set the tray on the table and filled a cup for Zeyad.

"Would like some sugar?"

"Plain is fine. Thank you," he answered.

'No sugar? Hmm.' Mariam thought as she passed the cup along with its saucer to him and their fingers touched a little. Mariam blushed a little due to the weird feeling that ran through her arm and looked up at him through her eyelashes.

She saw that he too was a little embarrassed. His ears slightly tinged pink.

Mariam made her own cup and sat back on her seat.

"You didn't take any sugar. Are you diabetic?" She suddenly asked surprising them both.

She realized that she'd just blurted that out without thinking and blushed again.

Zeyad started laughing. He couldn't believe she had just asked that. It wasn't a very weird thing to ask, but it was unexpected and random, he couldn't help but laugh. 'She is adorable' he thought.

He looked at her and she'd hid her face behind her hands.  "I'm sorry for laughing. Your question caught me off guard. And no, I'm not diabetic. Alhamdulillah".

"Alhamdulillah," Mariam said relieved. 'Why am I relieved, though?' she wondered again. All these weird feelings seemed to confuse her even further.

"I just like my tea and coffee plain," Zeyad explained, taking a sip from the cup.

"Oh." she laughed nervously. Still a little embarrassed. "I like mine sweet."

"I can see that," He said pointing to her cup, where she put two spoons full of sugar and she felt her cheeks heat up yet again.

"Don't be embarrassed please," He pleaded. "I didn't mean to point you out. I'm just a very observant person."
He explained.

And as she spoke further, Zeyad couldn't help but admire her. She was so naïve and sweet. As innocent as a new bud.

The call for prayer went off and Mariam excused herself to go and offer her prayers. Zeyad was even more impressed. He'd always wanted his wife to be a practicing Muslim like himself. Sara was one too. He tried hard not to compare Mariam to her, but no matter how much he tried, he always ended up comparing every girl he met with her.

But before Mariam, no one came even close and he'd only just met her today.

After Mariam left the study, he too went downstairs looking for the others. He asked Mr. Waseem to escort him to the nearest mosque where they could pray. The three men went outside and came back half an hour later.