All Chapters of Love in 10 days : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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

"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

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

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

I didn't mind the arranged marriage because I wasn't even in love with anyone else but I could never marry someone who didn't love me. "Alright," he said as we both stood up, I hated that I didn't eat anything he set up, there were so many juicy-looking things. but I also needed to leave that space. "I am sure Ahmad told you to set up a romantic brunch" I blurted as soon as we got into the car. I was expressive I didn't like having words hooked in my throat. "No, I thought about it myself," he replied innocently. I didn't want to lie to you about the card, I want our relationship to be built on honesty" "I am sorry" he said opening the car door for me. I admired his honesty but I also wished he picked out the card himself or didn't even do it at all. "It's fine" I said I said glancing at him as soon as he entered the car, "I would make it up to you" he assured. 'you better' I thought to myself nodding. We arrived back at the office and he parked at the basement parking lot, I