Till Death Do Us Apart

[2.78] 𝑲𝑼𝑪𝑯 𝑲𝑼𝑪𝑯 𝑯𝑶𝑻𝑨 𝑯𝑨𝑰

[2.78] KUCH KUCH HOTA HAI

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❝Love doesn't always fit into a timeframe, remember that.❞ —a random photo in my gallery

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TRUTH BE TOLD, IMRAN WASN'T SURE HOW HE HAD MANAGED TO ASK HER OUT.

It wasn't as if it was a spontaneous move, oh no, he had thought about it for weeks before he finally did it. Of course, it had been on his mind since their first phone call but he'd had to consider various factors, such as how comfortable she was with him, whether or not they had reached a stage where they could be seen in public together and whether she was still with her boyfriend or not.

Apart from all that, it had also taken Imran a tremendous amount of courage to ask her.

But before he did all that, the first thing he did was find answers to his questions. Since Imaan was his guide through it all, she was the first person he asked (and told of his plan to ask Zahra out); now, he knew that Imaan was very young and inexperienced in matters like relationships and such (atleast, he hoped so. He didn't want to think about his youngest sister dating), so he should have asked someone else but Imaan had sense in triple the doses that her mates (and a lot of adults he knew) had, so naturally, he went to her.

He was expecting a long speech and something quote-worthy but after he finished speaking and asked for her opinion, she shrugged and said: “Ask her.”

Imran froze, unblinking. “What?”

Imaan shrugged again. “Just ask her. That's it.”

“What do you mean, ask her? You don't have anything for me other than that?”

She shook her head, the beaded ends of her braids hitting one another and occasionally her face. “These are very important questions, and you need to know the answers to know where you stand and if she is giving you chance and whether there's hope for this to move somewhere; so my advice is to ask her directly.”

Imran was befuddled. How was he supposed to just ask her? It made no sense to him. Despite that, he thanked Imaan for her help and waited for Khawla to return before he ambushed her and asked her the same thing.

Like Imaan, her response had been: “Ask her.” Without the shrug.

Just to make sure that Khawla and Imaan were not crazy, He had asked Hajar and his mother. Their answers had been the same. It had become apparent to Imran then that the right thing to do was to ask her.

Making the decision was an easy thing but actually doing it? Yeah, that was a whole different matter.

For starters, for the entire week before he asked her, he would divert their conversation to restaurants and food, scrounging up the nerve to ask her but everytime he thought he was going to...well, it usually ended up like this:

“So, what do you think of Cilantro?”

“It’s really cool. I love how there's a botanical garden there. I've never tried their food though. Why?”

Because I'd like you to join me there sometime this week. was what he was supposed to say, but instead what came out was: “Oh, no reason. I just wanted to hear your opinion.”

And he did that for a week straight with a different restaurant everytime before he finally got to ask her. By then, he knew she had figured it out; he was sure she knew he had been planning to ask her out but humoured him by acting surprised.