Chapter 3 Chapter 3

Writer's POV.

Indeed, true love's journey walks until the death of two lovers and also in Jannah, they find their love again. Showing love doesn't need any age nor after long years of marriage, romance ends. Husband and wife's relation is the purest ever made by Allah (SWT), as the first relation of the universe is of Husband and Wife, Adam and Hawa. True couples fight, argue, care for each other, show love, teases each other, show ego and at the end , they both are half of each other. Like a husband used to feel peace resting his head on his wife's lap, yet after 28 years of marriage, he's having the same feeling.

Amaan like a thief, is standing beside the door of his parents bedroom and listening to their conversation secretly. His father, Imaad is resting his head on his wife's lap while she's showing serious mood on him.

"I'm telling you, you didn't do good. You are so irresponsible. I want my girl soon at my house, anyhow. I'll meet with her. How can she live on another man's house giving him rent when yet we are alive." She said looking at him and caressing his hair.

He moved and showed a tensed face.

"Fine my wife. You'll meet with her. And we will bring her here, ok?" He said raising his eyes toward her. She breathed in peace.

"Did you bring her number? Give me right away." She asked. He got up from her lap and took his phone from the side table and dialled a number.

"Ringing." He handed her the phone and after 3 rings, the opposite communicator answered the call.

Amaan's mother didn't reply hearing the voice of a male and gave the phone to her husband. He looked at her in confusion and replied to the Hello over phone.

"Is there any Hania?" He asked. After few seconds a tensed look attached on his face and hers too.

"Ooh mm.. really sorry, wrong call. Ok, thanks, have a good day." He cut the call and looked at his wife in guilt.

"What?" She asked him in confusion.

"Maybe I did mistake to save her number."

"What? IMAAD. Yaa Allah. Please find her out. We.....we can't leave her alone in this big city. Hani..... She's alone in this world Imaad, she has no one. And you know she........."

"Hey Habibti why are you so tensed? We'll get her here soon. Please don't worry. Trust Allah, see we found for her enough but didn't get, and now by own she reached near to us. Please don't be tensed." He consoled her and kissed on her forehead.

"I wish we wouldn't have invited her parents in London. Then maybe she could be there happily with them."

"It was destiny, Ziya. Pray for them to be in Jannah."

"Ameen."

Amaan's POV.

About whom are they talking? Why my parents are so worried eeh? Shall I ask them? Noh, if it is something serious, Abbu himself will share with me. Yaa Allah but why am I listening to their talks like a thief. Forgive me!

I left their door and started walking toward my room's direction. Tomorrow I don't have any class with Finance Department, so won't meet with Hijaabi Girl, Shukr Allah!

When I opened the door of my room, the condition of my room was..... Messy!!!

"You all are here? Allah , I want to sleep naa." I yelled and jumped on the bed. My all siblings and bhabi are sitting in my room Allah knows gossiping about what!

"It's my room too Bhai." Shayan said giving me a flying kiss as he is sitting in the couch. In bed, Sarah and Zayan Bhai are doing something with my laptop, while bhabi and Zineeya Appi are also gossiping and Shayan is over his phone.

"Where is Yusra, Appi?"

"She's sleeping. And we are here to talk with you." Zayan Bhai replied in a serious mood. I looked at all with questioning eyes as even Shayan and Sarah aren't in funny mood.

"Are....are our parents now on the idea of getting me married?" I asked looking at my Appi and Bhabi. Both of them nodded and then Shayan literally jumped on my lap and kissed on my cheek.

"Shayaaannnn. I'm a boy." I pushed his but he decided to rest his hand on my lap.

"Bhai If you get married, I'll be the one left to marry." He joked and laughed, but Zayan Bhai pulled his ear and gave a slap in his shoulder.

Writer's POV.

"Shayan, do you want to marry? I have a beautiful girl for you....." Their bhabi said looking at him with a sheepish smile. He gave a pout and moved away. He isn't at all interested in marriage and related stuffs, and also he is highly allergic to girls other than his family's.

"So Amaan. Abbu is thinking of making you........"

"Nooooooo Bhai forgive me please, I won't marry now. Yaa Allah Ammi will bring me a Aapi introducing her as my wife, yaallah Please I can't marry now Bhai please und.........."

"Shut up. Just shut up. Did I tell you about that? I was going to say that Abbu wants you to become the CEO of IAE department of his company." Zayan said and all other laughed at Amaan. He looked at all with a confusing and shameful face.

"Huh so marriage topic is running in your head, Amaan?" Zineeya asked raising her eyebrows at Amaan.

"Obviously. Who knows when our mother will bring a wife to me making my life totally different." He said thoughtfully and dramatically.

"And then Ammi will run after me, awee but I'm only 20." Shayan joked.

"I'm wondering if they marry me off before you two!" There came Sarah's voice.

"Shayaaannnn.... Saraahh and Amaan, you three won't ever change. And Amaan is also now becoming like the other two. Will you three ever buy some brain?" Zayan yelled looking at three of them. They three smiled and came for a big hug.

"Now can we brothers sleep? You guys may leave." Amaan said. So one by own all left their room and Shayan, even after getting a separate bedroom, spends his nights in Amaan's room. He ran to the washroom and Amaan changed his clothes and jumped on the bed.

It's such a great blessing to have siblings!

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While leaving his class of Islam Department, he crashed with someone and so the files from her hand fell down. She looked at him and a smile appeared on her face. For helping her, he also bowed down and picked up those papers. She got a chance to get closer to him and so intentionally touched his hands.

"Mm...I'm really sorry miss, I didn't notice." He apologized and stood up. He didn't even for once upper his gaze to look at her face. But that lady who is standing near him is begging for his attention.

"It's ok Mr.Amaan, I'm Soha. Junior teacher of sociology." She said and forwarded her hand to shake with him.

"Hmm.." Saying ao he passed through her path. He ran like someone asked him to give his shirt making him shirtless, uhh that much shy? Then why only in front of Hania he is different?

That miss looked at him turning around. She removed the few hair locks from her forehead and felt hurt being ignored by him.

"Handsome"

That's the word which left from her mouth while staring at his walking style. She smiled like a dayn and left to her class.

When Amman entered in the teachers common room, he found all his male colleagues gossiping about this and that. Being an introvert, he didn't care to join them and rather turned on his phone and started playing a game.

Just then an Indian boy, teacher of this University, came inside the room and all other gave him their attention.

"Amaan Sir, wanted to share something with you "

Amaan turned to him and he, Mr.Tasnim sat beside Amaan. There was a nice smile plastered on Tasnim's face.

"How do you find her, hmm?" He asked making Amaan confused.

"Sorry sir? Who?"

"That...mm I mean you know, She???

You crashed with that one...."

Amman thought and for a moment Hania's face appeared in his imagination. He asked himself that if Mr.Tasnim is pointing about Hania.

"Sir, You didn't want to ask, you wanted to share, right?" There came Amaan's attitude which made Tasnim to walk to the main point.

"You are quite funny. How is Soha miss?"

"Excuse me?"

All other teachers are listening to their conversation. No one wanted to join because maybe they know, that Amaan isn't that kind of boy who will literally give a shit to a girl like Soha Mirzaa, who gets attached to boys just after seconds of meeting.

"She proposed you, asked for my help to send you the proposal." Tasnim sir directly said making Amaan totally out of brain.

"It's now quite funny, sir. Whatever." Saying so Amaan again moved his attention to his phone. Mr.Tasnim and two other teachers started talking about that matter. Although Amaan has no interest in this topic, he felt really annoying.

'Today I didn't even see her for once.'

Amaan thought.

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