Falling For You

Chapter One.

This is seriously against my principles.Ya Allah, things i do for wattpad and my lovely readers.

Mansoor.
"Mansoor, baba told you to be ready in five. He needs you to take him to his office!" My younger sister was passing by my room when she told me that. I didnt say no. I never say no. Quietly, i woke up from my cozy bed and made my way to the shower. Time didnt pass when my sister came up again to my room, "Mansoor, I told you, Baba needs you to....." She couldnt complete her sentence and stared at me in shock. Quietly but cautionly, she came near and nearer and smell me. "Did you seriously take a shower?" She asked bewildered.

I just smiled at her and made my way to my dressing and applied cologne. She came behind me and was staring at me in awe through the mirror. "Did you seriously take a shower Mansu?"
"Of course I did. Stop asking stupid questions Najma!" While saying that to her, I had already started making my way to the dining room to take my breakfast.

"Its not stupid. It was like what, two minutes since i came into your room, and the second time i come again, you have already clothed yourself." She stopped midway her sentence which made her to stop walking which resulted into me looking at her.

"Are you my brother?" She asked while i raised my eyebrow. "What i mean is, are you a robot?" She asked while frowning.

Ladies and gentlemen, thats my baby sister.

"No, Najma. First of all, yes i am your brother. And second, of course am not a robot." While smiling i answered her question.

We were all seated at the dining table. Everybody was quielty manouvaring their food when suddenly Najma started speaking. "Mama, is it normal for someone to take a bath and put on his clothes in a span of two minutes?" While holding her sandwich mid-air she asked.

Suddenly i felt someone poking me. When i turned to my left, my older sister raised her eyebrow,  then nodded. I just smiled at her and nodded back. She shook her head and continued eating.

"Guys, hello? Can someone answer me?" Najma asked in frustration.

"Yes, is there a problem?" In a deep voice my father asked trying hard to supress his laughter. I immediately figured out what he was doing. Something my baby sister hates, teasing and being ignored.

She gasped, "Seriously baba?"

We all continued ignoring her. Well everyone except me. I just couldnt see her sad. I stepped on her leg underneath the table. She immediately looked up to see everyone busy eating when she found my pair of eyes looking at her. She raised both her eyebrows. I mouthed a sorry to her while holding my ear. She immediately beamed with a smile on her face and mouthed its ok back.

When we were done eating, I stood up to clear the table. Something we normally do us boys. My baby sister offered her hand to our aid and followed me to the kitchen. She was still smiling. Thats what a sorry can do to her. I poked her hand on her waist but immediately regretted it when i saw a frown on her face. An alarm rang in my head, 'Mansoor, run for your life!' And i started running very fast with a very furious Najma behind me holding a spoon as her weapon. My father noticed me running and raised an eyebrow but after he saw Najma right behind me, he picked up the car keys, kissed my mom's forehead and ran for the door. He held the door for me and after i was out, he immediately followed me closing the door behind him.

Ladies and gentlemen, thats how you run away from a furious Najma.

After i tuckeld my seatbelt, i drove my father to his office. On the way he asked, "So, Mansoor, how about you start duqsi while you are waiting for the forms of university?"
"Actually baba, I was thinking the same thing, it will keep me off many things."  Especially her.
"Good. I have talked to a friend of mine. He has his own duqsi and he is more than happy to have you there. Maybe you can join next week?" He asked.

"How about i start tomorrow baba?" I asked.
"Masha'Allah, good idea son. I will call him and inform him that you will be there by tomorrow."

I nodded while smiling.

We had reached his office and as i was about to drive back home, he gave me an idea. "How about you buy something for Najma. We left her really furious. It will be rough for you back home." He said smiling. He knows what am in for.

"Yah, I will buy something. Ma'assalm baba."
"Fi'amanillah habiby."

Driving back home, i stopped by a Chocolate Parlour and brought different kind of chocolate for Najma and some for my older sister, Sumaiya. Not forgetting my younger brother, Hudhayfa.

How about a brief intro about me. My name is Mansoor Yassir, a high school graduate with an A-. Currenly taking part in some da'awa group and computer classes. Am the second born. We are four; Sumaiya, the eldest. Followed by me then Hudhayfa then my baby sister, Najma.

The door was opened by Sumaiya, who just gave me the look that i was dead. I gulped.

I gave her packet of chocolate and made my way to Najma's room. She was lying on her bed, reading something on mama's phone, I guess it was wattpad. I sat near the edge of the bed facing her. She glared at me then ignored me. I took a deep breathe and handed her a bag. She frowned at first but after she saw the logo, my baby sister came back. She came forward and hugged me them made her way out of the room, leaving me all alone.

I chucked and followed her too who was screaming on how she is the favourite and all.

Assalam Alaikum.
I hope it was a nice start.
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