hello guys, thank you so much for reading my book, this is now a complete book and I understand some of you might want closure on why she actually chose Ahmad.
Ibrahim has a love interest who was engaged but her engagement got canceled and they ended up together. Ibrahim doesn't love her and is just following his father's wishes, while Ahmad on the other hand has always and will always love her. he just wanted to respect the relationship she already started having with his brotherI wanted to write a scene where Ibrahim discovers he is glad she chose Ahmad but decided to just explain it here, I hope you enjoyed the book, thank you for reading. I love you all so much.I walked down the stairs to find my sister, Ruqayya, and her husband, Umar, murmuring something. "Good morning," I said to them, glancing at the time and considering whether I should stay for breakfast or not. I had an interview at 9 am, and it was already eight."Good morning, dear," Umar, my sister's husband, replied hastily, appearing visibly nervous. I found it odd that he didn't join us at the table for breakfast."I don't think I have time for breakfast. I'm running really late," I said, picking up a spear of the house keys and slipping them into my bag."Your interview is at 9 am, right?" My sister asked, and I nodded. "Don't worry about it. Just sit, Umar will drop you off. I actually need to talk to you about something," Ruqayya said, sounding serious and conflicted."Okay," I replied, pulling out a dining chair and taking a seat.My elder sister and I had lost our parents in a car accident when we were very young. I was 12, and she was 18. After our parents' death, she took
I returned home feeling exhausted, irritated, and hungry. All I wanted was to collapse onto my bed and forget about the terrible day I had endured.As I walked in, I found Ruqayya busy preparing lunch. She looked up and asked, "How was your interview?""I don't want to talk about it," I replied, grabbing a plate and heading towards the pot to see what she was cooking. I was famished and couldn't wait to eat."I am sooo hungry," I exclaimed, looking at the meal Fatima was preparing. It was "Masa," a traditional rice-like dough dish from our region. A smile crept across my face as I eagerly picked up my plate. It was my favorite."We need to talk," Ruqayya said, turning to address me after setting down the last batch of the meal and turning off the gas stove."I've already had a long day," I sighed, about to explain further, but then my friend Jidda walked in. Jidda, my best friend who lived just a few blocks away, was unemployed like me. This meant we had plenty of time to spend togeth
"Can I get some rest first?" I asked my sister, feeling suffocated by the conversation, "Sure," Ruqayya said, "Just make sure to come down in time to prepare dinner" she replied, as I took my things and rushed upstairs, as I got upstairs, I prayed and crashed onto bed, falling asleep almost instantly,After an hour of rest, I felt a little refreshed and able to go back downstairs, I could hear Ruqayya and Jidda talking about something and giggling, Ruqayya had a gentle and calm voice but my friend Jidda was loud, if Jidda was in her comfort zone you could hear her laughter from a mile away,I walked back down stair and the room suddenly became silent they were obviously talking about me, "Jidda, you're going to stay for dinner, right?" I asked, resolving to meet the Mukhtar's since I clearly had no other choice."Of course" Jidda replied glancing and Ruqayya as though requesting permission, Ruqayya smiled and Jidda continued I would love to see how handsome my best friend's husban
Chapter Four: Meeting him "Okay," I said again. "I am sorry about earlier, You are perfect for the job but the company has a no-dating policy, and I like you," Kabir said the most ridiculous thing I had ever heard."I don't understand?" I asked feeling the door Jidda and I were leaning on move as we both stepped back, Ruqayya opened the door, "Take some drinks to them" she whispered, trying not to interrupt my call."If you had gotten the job..." he said I could feel my body tense up and my hearing pause, I couldn't hear anything Kabir was saying anymore "You know, can I call you back?" I asked, hanging up the call immediately."Take some drinks to them", Ruqayya said again, I glanced at Jidds who had a wide smile, my heart suddenly pounding, and my hands trembling as I picked up a tray of drinks, "Let's go" I turned to Jidda who shook her head, "you go alone, make sure to look at him properly" she teased,"I would follow you," my sister said, standing in front of me as we both wal
Ibrahim looked at me, "you are so beautiful" he said his voice filled with sincerity. My face broke into an unconscious smile, "Thank you" I replied. My reply was followed by deafening silence."Fatima" he called my name like he was testing a microphone, I could tell he was nervous too. I looked up at him and he said "I know all this is happening very fast and we barely know each other. But I think we can make it work, if you are willing, I promise to try my best to be a good choice" he assured every time he spoke I could feel his sincerity. I smiled at his words, wondering if I was expected to say more. he didn't seem like much of a talker and I was feeling too awkward to say anything. The room was filled with silence until his younger sister Kareema rushed in. "Can I have more cake, ya Ahmad wouldn't let me," she said holding my hand, she probably saw me as a hero, the defender of her junk-eating habit, and I took it proudly."Let's get you some cake," I said, she was just too a
"I accept'' I said. At that moment my mind told me it was safe. I watched her face break into a smile. "Thank you so much sis" she said, giving me a tight warm hug. "Let me tell Umar," she said, rushing out of the kitchen. I knew she wasn't actually going to stay to help me wash the plates especially after she was the one who made breakfast. "She said yes" I heard Ruqayya's voice from all the way. I wasn't sure I made the right decision but seeing how excited it made her, made me feel better. Once I was done from the kitchen I stepped out to find Umar on a call while Ruqayya stood behind him nodding. "We have a wedding to prepare for," Umar said immediately he put down the call and my heart skipped a beat. I was really getting married.Ruqayya turned to face me, a wide grin on her face, now her smile was getting me more nervous. "What do you have to do today, why don't we go shopping for your wedding clothes," she said, making my heart race. this was all too sudden. What did I j
What did she mean I was supposed to be here since last week, I had only met Ahamd yesterday.I felt there was more to this than I knew. How long had they been talking about the marriage with Ruqayya and Umar and why was I just finding out now? "Please tell me about my job," I said changing the topic. There was no point explaining to Flora that I had just met the Mukhtars. whatever conversation I needed to have was with my sister."you are now the head of the customer service and partnership department," she said "Head!" I exclaimed out loud, "Yes ma'am" she answered innocently, how could I be the head of a whole department when I had no job experience? I thought to myself. "Are you sure?" I asked in utter disbelief."Yes ma'am" she replied with a smile. "but I have no job experience," I protested, as she nodded like she had already known that. I wonder what they were told about me for the past week. "But you studied psychology ma'am, that gives you the ability to understand peopl
"Okay," I said, as he hung up."Ma'am are we waiting for Ms Laila" Flora asked, "let's go back to the office" I said as we went back to our floor. I had no idea I was meeting Ibrahim today, I came out without a single line of makeup, I looked at my window which was made out of a mirror opaque glass. I was glad I took dressing up to make a first impression seriously I thought as I looked at myself.I picked up the powder in my bag, touching up my ever-so-oily face with it. I had no other make-up material in my bag, not even a lip gloss "Shame on your Fatima" I berated myself. I pulled out the card to read it before he came. "My love for you is like a flower, it blooms every day. from the moment I set my eyes on you, until this day. I promise to nurture what we have and protect you with all I have" it read. it was handwritten making it more romantic, I held on to the letter smiling at the words.I thought he didn't like me. I had tried not to think about the marriage or my choice all