She lay on her bed smiling, one hand twirling a lock of her long, wavy hair and the other lying lightly on her chest. She sighed as she remembered his face, and wondered how did she get so lucky?
Her, the average looking girl, the girl that gets noticed last, the girl that is always quiet at all the gatherings she attends; the plain jane.
She had him, the guy that all the girls wanted, the educated, rich, good looking guy. The guy everyone envied her for, the guy they spoke behind her back about, saying that he's too good for her.
But she didn't care, because she had him, body and soul. She touched the ring on her finger to reassure herself that she was engaged to that man.
He sat on his couch staring at her name on his phone, hesitating before he called her. How did he finally get her?
Her, the beautiful soul, the girl that always listens, the shoulder that her friends cry on, the girl that holds her mother's hand and lets her lean on her, the woman that will carry his children and grow old with him.
He dialled her number and smiled when she picked up the phone and heard her sweet voice on the other side. Lifting his eyes to the sky, he thanked the Lord for making him so lucky, and making her his.
الطَّيِّبُونَ لِلطَّيِّبَاتِ أُوْلَئِكَ مُبَرَّؤُونَ مِمَّا يَقُولُونَ لَهُم مَّغْفِرَةٌ وَرِزْقٌ كَرِيمٌ
(26) سورة النــور
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