”Can we sit or are we going to get this whole thing going while we standing?” Huzaifa held his breath hoping she would at least look at them but unfortunately she only glanced over them,fast.Then nodded her head and looked down. Zahtaa rolled her eyes at the comment,”Duh.Oh and this is his best friends.Zayaan,Luqmaan and Huzaifa.” Huzaifa smiled when Yasmin gave Zahraa a suspicious look,”All good things I hope.” “Sorry,I kind of get excited to see this girl.Anyway.” Zahraa hooked her arm into the woman's elbow and smiled at Farooq,”This is Yasmin,my best friend and Yasmin this is Farooq,my going to be husband.”įarooq gave Yasmin a smile,”It's great to finally meet Zahraa’s other half.I've heard a lot about you.”
“This is the friend who's opinion matter a hell load to Zahraa.” Farooq whispered to them and he cleared his throat causing the women to turn.Even then the newcomer’s gaze did not stray towards them. The woman in front of him was beautiful MashaAllah.She was quiet short,only coming to Zahraa’s shoulder.She had beautiful brown eyes that took in her friends.He admired her gaze that did not stray from her friends. Huzaifa wanted to ask more but he was cut off by a barely audible voice,”Well,wish and hope no more Zazu.Congrats by the way.” Huzaifa sat stunned,wow.Whoever this girl was must have loved her husband dearly that she pulled herself away from her friends. “They have a friend by the name of Yasmin,she lost her husband a two years ago and since then she hasn't been in contact with them.Zahraa speaks very highly of her.”
“Other friend?Which other friend?” Luqmaan asked curiously. “Yep but according to Zahraa it used to be worst when their other friend was with them.” “Are they always like this?” Huzaifa asked Farooq who nodded,his face covered in a amused smile as the others.
His friends and her.Ya Allah,he knew it was wrong but MashaAllah she was beautiful.Hw could not get the image of when he first saw her out of his head. Your friends or her?His consciousness threw at him and Huzaifa groaned. Huzaifa stood in front of his room mirror,messing around with his hair as he tried to hurry to meeting his friends.
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