All Chapters of Serendipity Of Love: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

They stood in the departure, their hearts weighing down a bit. Fadwa had the best moments of her life when Badra was there, and now that she was leaving she wished she could ask her not to. But even Maheer knew that wasn’t possible, she had to leave.Badra looked at them with a feign smile and hugged Maheer, she cleared her stubborn tears that rolled down despite saying she won’t cry in the car. “I’m going to miss you, Ya Maheer. You’re coming back for Eid, right?” She asked, and he didn’t know when he nodded his head.She smiled and moved to where Fadwa stood, watching them with misty eyes that spoke her own admiration of them, s

She was so quick at pulling back and she looked at him with a pout adorned on her lips, “You cheated! You said a peck! Not a kiss, Maheer!” This was the very first day and time that she had ever called his name, and by Allah it wouldn’t sound any better, sweeter and so right.He folded his arms across his chest and looked at her admiringly, “Say that again,” he said, with a warm and beautiful smile plastered on his life. He didn’t know what he would have done without seeing Fadwa everyday in his life. He was glad that her Uncle choose the best punishment for him. Because he had never thought a punishment could turn into a blessing but today.

He had taught her all she needed to know in her phone, and it was amidst stolen pecks, little hugs and shy smiles. It was hard telling him goodnight, and when she saw him walking into her room after she had bade him goodnight, her heart did a movement that required alot of energy, which she didn’t have.“I’m taking you to your room, don’t freak.” He was nervous, she could see it. And they stood in front of each other without voicing a word out.She watched as Maheer ducked down and she took a step back, “What? I’m taking you there in my arms. You said you love the way my heart beats, remember? I’m giving you a goodnight dose

On their way back from the mosque, Fadwa had clung her arm around his and she rested her head on his shoulder, stifling a yawn. They walked to the mosque, because it was only a few feet away from their house. Maheer loved the way she was resting on him, it showed she felt safe and no more freaked out when she was with him. She looked up at his face and smiled sleepily.“Really, Fadwa? I hope you didn’t sleep in the mosque instead of pray?” He joked, and she made a grunting sound with her mouth before she peeled her head off him, and he felt suddenly empty within.“How can I not pray? I have lots of things to pray for. I want to feel that peace of m

She sat down at the edge of his bed, intently staring at him as he packed his clothes. She knew she didn’t want him to leave, just thinking about him leaving in a few hours hurt like hell, but then there was no way she could tell him not to. She didn’t even have that right to ask him not to.It was just a day away from eid-ul-fitr, and he had to go back home to celebrate his eid together with his family. She wanted to ask him not to, because she was now used to having him around. Talking to him, his random hugs and stolen pecks. Even though they still hadn’t slept in the same room, she was used to taking naps with him, cuddled with him.He zipped the lug

She was silent throughout their drive to their house, even though she was so eager to meet Ammi, Majida and Sabeehah, she couldn’t help being sad. And still, she wasn’t over the feelings Maheer had uncovered within her. She slowly smiled when their ironed door came to view and suddenly everything disappeared for the time being, she wad energetic again. Eager to go inside and meet her family.She looked at the driver when she got down and smiled appreciatively at him, “Thank you, Malam Garba, I promise not to take long In Sha Allah.” He nodded his head with a smile that said he didn’t mind at all, and she literally ran to the house.“Maj

“I forgot to tell you, Addah Fadwa,” Majida said but then she was silent. It felt as if she recalled what she shouldn’t have recalled when she was together with Fadwa.Fadwa turned from the cooking gas and fixed her eyes on her. They were cooking for Eid, which was tomorrow. They planned on celebrating Eid together with Ammi. They might take her out on a date or just eat in their home, whichever way she wanted.“What is it? What happened? I know something must have happened while I was away,” Fadwa said and she came back to where Majida was preparing them their iftar. They divided the work, she cooked for Eid and Majida cooked for tonight&rsq

He scratched his left eyebrow as they hopped out of the car, he had always loved the way Eid day felt like. How the air seemed so lovely and even the bird on the morning of Eid chirped beautifully. He loved everything about it, and looking at Mamitah with her girls all clad in black Abaya’s that made them look astonishingly beautiful, he wished he could see the way Fadwa looked like today, he could see that smile and taste those lips. Oh, when he recalled her lips, he remembered that Ramadan was over, and he would be able to kiss her even with the sun shining above their heads, which made him smile.They all moved to Daddy’s living room because that had always been a tradition. They always had their breakfast together with him after they had come back from the mosqu

He lifted her head from his chest and she had this shy smile on her lips, “What are we going to do now?” He asked, and she softly shook her head at him.“I don’t know, we’re going to greet Ammi first before we leave, right?” She asked, and he stared at her lips for some time before he smiled.“What about my promise? A very loooong kiss?” He asked, and se ducked her head down with a smile playing on her lips. “What? You can’t back out from your words, Fadwa.” He said, and she shook her head softly.&ld

She was cleaning his shelf, arranging his books even though she cringed whenever she read a book title out loud. She was yet to understand whatever it was Maheer felt when he read those books. To her, it was just lavishly wasting his time without doing anything reasonable. She would like to ask him someday, what did he feel just to sit there and read books?She pulled a book out of his shelf and read out the title again, ‘Five Days In Paris by Danielle Steel’ maybe he could enjoy this when he read it. Because it connected him with a place he was quite familiar with. Home to his mother and somehow along the line, it had become his home too. But what was the book about? Was it about love? Or just the way Paris was? Thinking about it annoyed her and she placed it back