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And You became my Dawn By lailamehtaab Characters: 10929

Updated: 2018-02-12 16:26

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Sandal's POV:

"Are we waiting for someone?" I asked Zohma as we sit at a table, four people.

"Yes. There is someone I want you to meet. He was not able to attend your Walima ceremony because of his illness. So I thought why not today." She shrugged.


"Ary, you tell me something."

"What?" I said taking a sip of the water.

"When I'll becoming Phuppo (father's sister)?" I chocked on water and start coughing.

"Hay! Are you okay?" I heard Zohma's and I glared at her.

"Sheesh! I just ask a simple question."

"What question?" I heard a masculine voice from behind. I quickly turn around and found Ibrar Mamo standing there with a man smiling at us.

"Assalam o Allaikum!" Zohma and I both say in unison and stood up.

"Wallaikum Assalam." Mamo says and gives me a side hug. While Zohma was greeting the other man. He looks like in his mid-sixties and his eyes shine with happiness.

"Sandal, he is Adnan Chisti. He was a very dear friend of Ahmed's father and also Wali family's legal advisor."

"Assalam o Allaikum Sir."

"Wallaikum Assalam beta.... and it's not Sir. It's Adnan Chachu. Okay?" He gave me a friendly smile which I return. We all order our food and Adnan Chachu lead the conversation.

"I wanted to meet you for quite a while Sandal.... and I glad that you are such a modest and sweet girl..... I have to say Ahmed really choose a rare diamond for himself."

"No, it's.... ah..Thank you." Feeling little embarrassed by his comment I started to play with my bracelet. I really don't understand why these people treat me like someone very special. They all are caring, protective, supported and never missed a chance to praise me for little deeds, including Ahmed.

"Simple and devoted people like you are a rarity in our class. So, you should know your worth dear because without knowing you can't do what we are about to ask you."I said Ibrar Mamo.

"I don't get it."

"I assume you know about Ahmed's having nyctophobia (fear of darkness)?" Ibrar Mamo asked and I nodded.

"Do you know the reason behind it?" Adnan Chachu asked.

"No, but I know few other things though."

"Such as?" Zohma inquire.

" I know that he hated middle-class people because of your Uncle's wife. Who belonged to middle class and also a greedy woman. And after his marriage to her, things start happening in your family. Within six years your father, uncle, and grandparents died and you guys move here to Karachi. Leaving your inherited property in that woman's hand. You only got the business your father had here. After that, you guys are not in touch with her in her kids. But now Ahmed is taking interest in having back our family house, Saifi House that is." I raised my head and found them staring at me like I grow horns on my head. After the chat with Qurat-ul-Ain bhabi earlier I did some research on my own and thanks to the internet, I found many things. But I am not planning to share the rest with them. I want to hear their part of the story.

"How do you know all that?" Zohma asked, still in the state of shock.

"I was the direct victim of his hatred once. It's natural for me to dig this out."

"That's what I am asking. How did you get this information?"

"I have my sources." I bit m

ked wet body I wrapped my arms around his neck and hug him. He might be shocked because I don't feel him hugging me back. But I don't care, I don't care anything.

All I know that he was in terrible pain alone when I was enjoying my every moment of childhood. He was there with me when I needed him, but when he was in need I wasn't by his side. Even though it's not my fault but still .....

"Sandal?" I heard his voice as his arms encircled me, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I shook my head.

"Than why are you crying like this?"



"Please don't ask anything." I said and buried my head in his neck, as he tightened his grip on me.

That's right, don't ask anything ..... feel it, if you can the feelings I have for you ...... hear it, the millions of words I wanted to tell you..... see it, the love I have for you in my eyes.

Your wife is a coward Ahmed, afraid to admit her feeling ...

"Ahmed ..... promise me you allow me to stay by your side?"


"And won't push me whatever I do?"

"What are y-"

"Just promise." I shout. Holding my arms he brings me to the nearest couch and made me sit.

"Do I have to say in words? Can't you tell I already promise this to myself."

"Can you?"


"Can you understand my feelings if I don't say them?"

"Yes, most of them." He smiled, leaning at the back of the couch.

"I am glad." I said, putting my head on his bare chest and close my eyes.

His cold body feels so nice. I know when I will wake-up I might die from embarrassment, but now I just want to sleep for a while. In the arms of the man I love, my husband.


Salam and hello everyone!

I hope you enjoy this chapter. Thanks for the support and apologize for mistakes.

Oh! One more thing, I need your opinion about which story I should write after this one?

I have two stories in mind, both are my favorite and I couldn't decide anyone.

1st is: "Where? (A Muslim Paranormal Romance)"nd is: "Oh! My Darling Teacher"

I will upload introduction of both stories. So plz plz help. I m stuck :(

Oh! And don't forget to vote and comment!

Take Care :)

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