Chapter 2 Chapter 2

Amaan's POV.

"Listen you are arguing with me now. Stop it and go back to your sit." I said making a very angry face but I swear I never saw a girl as stubborn as her, ohh I'm not any less.

"Why? It's your fault. It's not mine huh." She again said, turning her face to the class.

I looked at the surrounding and found all the students busy with themselves.

Moving my eyes to her back, I saw she's turning to me with an annoying face.

Bloody girl. I'll eat her up.

"Shall I take you to the principal's room?" I asked taking steps toward her. I thought she'll lower her voice but not at all! She showed an angry face and pointed her finger to me.

"Go to my house and bring your bloody assignment. I SAID NAA I FORGOT TO BRING IT, THEN WHY WILL YOU PUNISH ME?" She yelled very softly making my anger vent away! Yaaa Subahan Allah, I lost in this game!

It's been 1 month since I joined and before 10 days I gave an assignment to each and every student, and they returned it too, in the submission date But this madam is forgetting to bring her assignment from the past 3 days. Now say? What shall I do? Now, am I supposed to kill her or myself?

Running my fingers over my beard, I looked at her eyes.

"Let's go to your house then." I said with a smile but just then she jumped.

"Nope no never. No boy is allowed in my pure house." She said proudly and I nodded like a good boy! It's all a drama!

"Ok , it's fine. Can you do me a favour please?" I asked and she blinked her eyes.

"Sweetly take this bag of yours and come to me and then......"

"And then??"

"Then give me a sweet Salam and LEAVE MY CLASS" I said and she showed an annoying face and whispered a fine. She threw some papers on my face after bringing her bag and then giving Salam, ran away from the class.

Well, I don't mind! Each and every day I'm facing this tigress, so getting used with it. I don't feel like I'm a teacher to her!

"Okk class, let's get back to study." I said and walked to my chair.

"Ok so where were we?"

"Sir, you both are really cute!" Someone said taking my attention. When I turned to him making a questioning face, he blushed and the whole class started laughing.

"Ok ok. Just tell me on thing. Does she do it with every teacher?" I asked curiously moving my head all around the class.

"Nooooo. Only with you, as same as you. You do it only with her."

***

I have to meet with a friend of mine who's a very famous doctor of London and it's quite difficult to meet with him. Currently I'm standing on the line to take his appointment, which is the most annnoying thing. But Alhamdulillah, more 6 people and then me!!!

Everything was going well, the whole hall was full of peace as the staffs were running without making sound, the hot air outside the hospital was also quite nice, even the birds were singing with a sweet voice and just then...... someone pushed me from behind and I almost fall down. Uhh saved!

Turning back, I saw a tired woman body taking long breaths and that too resting her hand on my shoulder. I didn't look at her face but then she looked at me with a victorious smile.

And she is none other than the Hijaabi Girl, means the tigress.

"Excuse me?

"Hazel Eyes." She looked at me, first time with a respectful expression and a very exciting look, like she found her prince charming.

What the jahannam! Why do I talk much?

Ok ok! Concentrate on her now.

"What eyes?

"Assalamu Alaikum. Sir, please please please give me your place, I need to meet with Doctor Zayan right now. Please please. Ufff I am so tired! Look I will pray for you a lot but now let me stand here please."

She spoke making me annoyingly shocked!

At first I removed her hand from my shoulder as she didn't realize what she was doing and without saying any word, I turned my front from her.

"Please naaa, let me stand here please. I need him as soon as possible....why can't...."

"Just shut up. It's a hospital. Go back to the line."

I said slowly but rudely and she looked down making a puppy face.

"Please, I won't argue with you anymore." She said looking at me with a sad face.

Drama queen.

"Ask others. Why me?"

"Because you are my known." She replied with a smile.

Ohh as if I will forget everything what she has done to me!

We both kept looking at each other's eyes with a good attention and then someone else knocked us.

"Excuse me ma'am? Can you please move from this place?" I heard a staff of the hospital asking to her. She looked at him and nodded then looked at me. I showed no expression and so she left.

Poor my hijaabi!

Your? What Amaan? Astagfirullah!

Uh sorry, I mean I gave her the name so.....

***

Hania's POV.

Why am I so bad? If I would've behaved with him nicely he would give me his place today. I seriously needed to meet with the doctor anyhow. But it's ok.

Ohh and he's not any less! He fights back too with me. I feel like taking out his hazel orbs from his eyes.

I looked at my surrounding and saw a Muslim lady in burkah, keeping her hand on her baby bump walking beside the line. Looks like she's very tired.

Uhh now she needs to stand on this line with so much difficulties?

I wish I could give her my place, but I myself am standing on the last place.

A minute later I moved my face to the front and saw Hazel Eyes walking to me. What? Did he so soon get appointment and also met with the doctor? No no, why is he coming to me?

I thought he will talk to me but he stood after me. I kept quite for few minutes and then turned to him. He looked at me moving his eyes from his phone and whispered a what.

"Why did you give your place to someone else and not me? I mean I know I'm rude with you but I showed so much urgency." I asked looking straight at his eyes. He smiled and again started using his phone without choosing to reply me. I also didn't care and turned away from him.

"I guess you would give her your place too, if I would have given mine to you." He said. I didn't understand at first but then got it. I turned to him with the biggest smile ever on my face.

"Aweeee you are soooo sweet! I saw she asking to another man for that but he denied to move from his place.

Ma Sha Allah Hazel eyes, proud of you." Out of excitement I spoke slapping on his shoulder and just then he showed a shocked expression.

Yaallah I was never like this, I never even talked with any boy and nor I'm that friendly type. Why this guy is different to me?

"Mmm why do you forget that I'm your teacher?"

"I'm really sorry.....Hehe."

I felt really shy and so turned away.

Now on I won't behave rudely, for Allah's sake, he's my teacher. And I thought he's really a moody type but he helped the pregnant lady, awwee.

Imagine how much he would help his wife!

"Anyways, do you have any wife?" With curiosity I asked. He looked at me with questioning eyes and changed his face expression with irritation.

"I have 7 wives, would you like to be the 8th?" He asked with a fake excited face making my smile fade away.

Ghosh!!! He knows to reply well.

"Mm sorry. Actually I'm very talkative."

"Arrogant too" I heard him whispering little loudly.

"Excuse me??"

"Nothing."

***

I stepped out of the hospital after my work and when moved my eyes to the left side, saw Amaan Sir getting up on his car like a prince and then started driving. When he passed by me, his gaze fall on me showing his egoistic face and eyes covered by the sunglasses.

I smiled and started walking toward my direction, I had no enough money with me to take a cab also, so I started to walk 8 km all alone, witnessing the beauty of the nature. As I walked slowly, I felt the nature is too, lonely as me. It has its own beauty, yet can't feel it.

I realized that how much busy I was thinking about my life and the nature, until I bumped with a middle aged man. I almost fall down on the ground but he saved me pulling by my wrist. I looked at him with my unclear orbs and realized him looking at my eyes as like I'm someone known to him.

"Haa..ni..."

He whispered looking directly at my eyes with some hidden emotion. I yet can't guess what was happening.

As I drove in more, in his face and eyes, a smile curved all over my lips. I let out a small gasp and unwanted teardrops started rolling down my eyes.

"Youu...you are here? How? From when? Did you know how much I searched for you? I went to Pakistan but no news of you. How much I was worried for you Hania. You could've called me for once right?" He spoke non stop, but all that I was giving attention to, was his eyes and the hidden love for me, which I used to find in my father.

"Are you listening, Haniii..." He shook my arms helping me to come back to my sense. A smiled brightly looking at his caring look.

"Imaad Cha...Chachu"

I stepped inside my room and closed it then fell down on the floor. Tears started making it's way down my eyes, I felt like the moment came back when I lost my parents. They were my life, my smile, my pride, my everything. Just few minutes of their life changed my destiny, leaving me alone, making me an orphan.

They were on their way to London, to meet their family friend, who was Imaad Chachu. But did any one of us know that the journey was the journey of their death? It didn't allow me to even kiss them for the last, nor to look at them and cry out loud in pain.

I never wanted a life in which I would have to survive alone, I was happy with my small family, my Ammi, Abbu. It wasn't easy for me to look up and breath again, because I had none other than My parents. And Allah chose to take them to him too.

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