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

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.

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 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

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

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