Dil Ki Muhabbat
Mohabbate Izzat Hoti Hain, Khairat Nahi.
Naseeb Se Milti Hain Awqaat Se Nahi.
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He peeked at the digital clock that hung on the wall opposite the bed.
8:32
They had better get up and freshen up. His mother served breakfast at 9 a.m sharp and she hated it when any one of them were late for breakfast.
He was still kept in the dark regarding what transpired the day before. He wanted answers today. Problems and misunderstandings are better solved sooner than later. Otherwise every small issue builds up one's irritation and frustration and becomes a huge explosive volcano eventually.
After freshening up, he did his wudhu and performed his qadha of Fajr Salaah.
Once he completed his Salaah, he gently tugged the blanket off of Bushra's face, revealing a head full of wild curls. Her long lashes touched the top of her cheekbones. Her mouth slightly ajar, light snores escaped her mouth. She was curled up into a tight fetus position, as if protecting herself from the shadows that lurked in her past.
Her palm was tucked beneath her left cheek. A portion of her arm was left exposed due to her sleeve crinkling up, a brownish-red mark branded her wrist. The skin was not dry and wrinkly, but the mark sure looked like it must have been a severe cut.
Ayaaz wrinkled his forehead in concern.
Did Bushra do this to herself ?
Was she suicidal?
His heart sped at the thought. She lacked self-love and dwelled too much on self-loathe.
Was the previous man in her life the cause of her suicide attempts, if this was a suicide attempt?
He clenched his fist at the thought. If that was the reality, he wouldn't be able to digest that very well!
A sharp knock on the door jolted him out of his thoughts.
"Bhaaaai breakfast is ready."
He glanced at Bushra.
She looks so exhausted. I should rather leave her to sleep, atleast in her absence I can address the big fat elephant in the room as well...
He opened the door, to a very annoyed looking sister. She glanced behind him.
"Where's Bhabhi?"
He grinned.
"Ooh I like the sound of that! Bhabhi, your brother's wife! As in me, Ayaaz has his very own wife."
She rolled her eyes.
"Allaah grant her oceans of sabr, she's going to have to deal with a guy like you every day! Allaah Rehm! I don't blame her for not liking you the first time she saw you!"
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