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He walked past her without sparing her a single glance. The one glance she had been yearning for years now.
Yumnah's heart sank once again.
But she couldn't blame him.
The man she loved and yearned for was...
That morning after Fajr Salah, there was nothing but immense hope and faith filled in the hearts of each member of the Hosseini family. Everyone had a new sort of anticipation. Anticipation for better days ahead and each one of them also knew, that it was high time they buried the past and moved on.
Moved on with utmost faith in Allah and with the belief that everything that had happened had been part of His plan and there was nothing but good that would come out of it in the days to come.
It was all just but a matter of time!
Khaleel stood at the front door of the Hosseini mansion, a big bouquet of white orchids in his hand and as he waited or the door to be opened, he couldn't help but nervously rake his fingers through his hair, wondering if everything had turned out right for Yasir and Yumnah.
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If there were two people that deserved to be happy, it was them and he just couldn't wait to see them together again.
The front door was opened by a smiling extremely eager looking Yasmin and Khaleel didn't fail to notice the tiny bit of disappointment that flashed through her eyes upon seeing him. He bit back a smile knowing that she had been expecting Yasir and Yumnah and he couldn't blame her because he too, could not wait for Yasir to bring Yumnah back to her home.
"Asalam Aleikum Khaltu."
"Waleikum salam. Oh it's you Khaleel," she said, her face radiating utmost joy.
"Of course it's me but you don't seem very happy to see me, Khaltu. I am Khaleel, your other son, remember?"
"Sorry, who?" she asked cheekily and Khaleel immediately placed his hand over his heart feigning hurt.
"Please do not scare me like that."
"I promise not to only if you tell me that those beautiful flowers are for me."
He stroked his chin pretending to be deep in thought and then said...
"Are you Khaleel Othman's one and only most beautiful and favourite Khaltu?"
"I think that should be me," she said with a Cheshire like grin.
"Well then these are most definitely for you then," he said as he handed her the flowers much to her delight.
He then followed her in the house, his hands casually shoved in to his pockets, the tantalizing aroma from the kitchen causing his stomach to do flips.
"So what's cooking?" he asked only to be quickly interrupted by Hussein who stood at the top of the staircase and equally eager and expectant look on his face as well which was quickly wiped away once his eyes landed on Khaleel.
"Asalam aleikum Khalo."
"Waleikum salam."
"How are...," said Khaleel but stopped when he saw Hussein turn his back to him and walk away.
