HAPPY NEW YEAR LOVELIES!!! <3

So, guess what? I changed my plan again /.\

I don't mind starting the other book a bit late but, leaving this one all cramped up in a couple of rushed Chapters, wouldn't really get the main point across. There was so much planned ... So much character development that's still yet to come.

It's not going to be long but it's not ending in 2 chaps like I said earlier (:

You will find more out later ;)

~~~HUSSAIN's POV~~~

"Phone hai ya mashuka? Ab chorh bhi de!" Shehry smirked at me through the mirror while I tried Madiha's number again.

"Ek toh Woh phone Nahi utha rahi Aur tujhe mazak sooj raha hai?" I scowled at him and turned my attention back to my phone. When she didn't answer my call, I sighed and kept it aside.

"Don't worry na... I am going there, I'll scold her and make sure she answers all you calls!" Rabia spoke, coming out of the washroom. She was all set for tonight's function; In fact, everyone was except me. I wanted to talk to her par madam Pata Nahi kahan busy hai.

"Chorho. Busy hogi," I sighed and sat down on the beanbag.

"Oh ho Hussain, ab mooh na latkao! You will see her Tomorrow, right? Ab itni bhi kya besabri?" Rabia looked at me through the mirror while applying lipstick.

"Says the one who was Skyping right before she entered the wedding hall," I smirked at her and she gasped.

"How many times do I have to tell you that I have anxiety issues and only one person can help me with those!" She said in her defence, earning another look for me.

"Yeah, I don't know how you survived so many years without him."

"Woh kya hai na, hum toh bas saans le rahe the, jeena toh inhone hame sikhaya hai," she smiled at Shehry and I rolled my eyes at the two of them. That doesn't even fit here.

"Whatever," I muttered and quickly excused myself before they could go in their romance mode, without caring about their surroundings. I think I'll never get used to of seeing my best friend with my brother.

I shook my head and went to look for mama. Finding her working in the kitchen, I wrapped my arms around her waist, hugging her from behind. "Aap kitna kaam karti Hein, chorde yeh sab!"

"Acha? Aaj itne saalo main Mera khayal aaya? Hato yahan Se!" She spoke, pushing me away. I let her go and leaned against the bench top, beside her.

"Sabse zyada khayal Mujhe hi aata hai aapka," I told her and earned a chuckle from her.

"Woh chorho, kya chahiye ye batao?" She asked me, and I rolled my eyes upon being caught, "bina baat ke makkhan toh tum lagane se rahe."

"Kya mama!" I winced, picking up an almond from the tray. She smacked my hand, warning me to not do it again, "khabardaar! Yeh halwe main daalne ke liye hai."

"Halwa? You made halwa for me?" I asked her, excited. She has been here for a while now but there are so many dishes she used to cook for me back home that I miss.

"Ji Nahi, yeh Madiha ke liye hai," she told me and I dropped my shoulders, "I need to take it there."

"Even you are going to meet her. Sab jao mujhe yahan akele chord kar!" I groaned, folding my arms.

She stopped working and looked at me. She sighed before caressing my cheek, "You will see her tomorrow na... Ab itni bhi kya jaldi hai? And anyway, you promised you will give her some space. Let her spend some time with her family since you two will be flying away tomorrow and she won't see them any time soon."

"Yeah but—"

"No Hussain," she pointed her index finger at me, cutting me off, "bohot kuch badalne Wala hai uss bacchi Ki Zindagi main. You have to be patient and give her space. Abhi bhi Aur shadi ke baad bhi. Let her adapt to all that's happening around her, hmm?"

"Jee," I nodded, half heartedly, and she smiled, patting my cheek. "I can understand what you are going through... Bas thora sa waqt, hmm?"

I nodded again and smiled at her, "app fikar mat karein. I won't let you or her down."

"That like my boy," she giggled as she cupped my face between her hands and tilted it slightly to kiss my forehead.

"Bara ho Gaya hoon main ab," I scowled at her, mockingly. She shook her head, laughing.

"Mere liye toh tum teeno aaj bhi chote bacche ho."

"Toh iss bacche ko halwa khaane do naw!" I pouted at her, trying my luck, and she laughed. "Jiske liye yehHalwa banaya hai, jab Woh aayegi na, tab usse banwa lena!"

"No matter how well she can cook, she won't be able to cook better than you, Meri jealous ammi!" I told her, pulling her cheek.

She shook her head as she took a bowl and spoon out, "jab aayegi na, toh bhool jao ge Mujhe."

"Kabhi Nahi!" I gasped, almost instantly, and she chuckled, maybe at my reaction. "Chalo, jaldi pata chal jaayega.. Ab din hi kitne bache Hein?"

"Shehry choti se choti cheez ke khone par aapse sabse pehle aa kar poochta hai..." I wrapped my arms around her shoulder, hugging her again, "Jab shadi ke baad Woh Nahi badla toh main kyun badalne laga?"

She smiled slightly before pulling away from me, "Lo, kha Lo Aur batana Mujhe kaisa bana hai."

"World best hoga," I grinned at her as I took the bowl from her, and kissed her cheek before running away with it.

I found my way to the terrace and opened the door wide open. It creaked as it has been closed for quite some time and still needs repairing. I don't know what the workers were doing in this house all this time?

Cold air slapped my face as I found myself a peaceful spot. I sat down and smiled up at the sky. So much changed in these few days and tomorrow — it's my big day. Our big day.

Getting married all of a sudden wasn't my plan but dad needs to send me back for some work. Chalo, mere liye toh acha hi hai. I smiled at my thoughts and looked over a couple of houses, only to spot Madiha sitting on her terrace with- what looked like- her diary in her hands like always.

So this is why she wasn't picking up my call?

Here I was trying to talk to her but, she was busy talking to someone else. The thought pinched my heart and I gulped down the lump in my throat.

Someone else still holds my place in her life.

~~~MADIHA's POV~~~

Aaj Bohot ghabrahat ho rahi hai. Ajeeb Si bechaini hai Dil main Aur khushi bhi. Aaj mehendi hai Meri par mere haathon main Woh naam Nahi hoga jisse barso se inn hatheliyon par dekhne Ki taman'na thi.

Inn kuch dino main bohot Kuch badal Gaya hai. Woh shaks jo kabhi Mera dost Hua karta tha, ab mera shauhar banne jaa raha hai. Ek aur kadam nazdeek aa gayi hoon main apni nayi zindagi ke par phir bhi Bohot door hoon.

They say to move on in life, you need to stop reading the old chapters and start writing the new ones. And that's why I have taken a decision. It's going to be hard for me but I can always try for the person who cares for me; loves me.

Shayad Mera Aur aapka rishta sirf dosti tak hi tha. Shayad aap Meri kismat main the hi Nahi Kasim aur ab Woh jagah kisi Aur Ki hai.

Main aapko kabhi nahi bhula paaungi Kasim. Milenge shayad hum fir kaheen par aaj main Iss diary ke Saath aapki saari yaadien chode jaa rahi hoon.

Ab Mera har raaz, choti se choti baat jaan'ne Ka haq sirf uss ek insaan Ko hai. Meri khushiyaan, mere ghum— ab sab uske naam hai.

Aaj ke baad, yeh diary phir kabhi mere ghum baantne ka Zariya nahi banegi. Yeh ab Woh saheli Nahi rahi jiske Saath Beth kar main apna mann halka kar liya karti Thi, ro liya karti Thi. And that's why This is my last diary entry, Kasim. Phir kabhi pareshan nahi karoongi aapko.

"Tum Mujhe kabhi pareshan Nahi karti Madiha," I looked up and frowned as he appeared in front of me, "par main khush hoon Ki tumhe koi Aur mil Gaya hai jo tumhaara mujhse zyada khayal rakh paayega. Jo sahi mayino main tumhaara saath nibhayega."

I nodded at him as Hussain's face flashed in front of my eyes.

"Yaad hai, us din tum Mujhe jaane nahi dena chahti Thi?" He chuckled, reminding me of day when he told me he will leave because I had Hussain. I rolled my eyes at him, feeling uneasy.

"Aaj dekho. Khud Mera Haath chord diya tumne," he smiled at me and I shook my head, guilty. "Maine Nahi—"

"But I am proud of you! I really am!" He kept his hand on mine and I looked down at it. He pulled it away suddenly and stood up.

"Bhool jao mujhe Madiha! Main toh guzra hua kal hoon par Woh tumhaari aane wali khushi," he smiled at me as he stepped away from me. I gulped as he started to disappear again.

"Just promise me one thing, you will do justice to his love. Kabhi uska dil mat dukhana. Aapna haal-e-Dil bas usse batana. Aur main tumhein wahaan Se dekhunga," he pointed up at the sky and chuckled.

"Ab sirf khushiyaan aayengi Madiha, saare ghum main Le jaa raha hoon tumhaari zindagi se. And yeah, I'll always be your best friend!"

I gasped when he suddenly disappeared in thin air. I kept my hand over my heart and gulped. It was beating so fast!

I promise you Kasim, I won't ever hurt that man with a heart of gold. Unki khushiyon Pe mera haq ho ya na ho, unke ghum saare mere. Unke Saath chalungi unka saya ban kar.

It's a promise more to myself than you!

Looking down at my diary, I slowly closed it. I smiled up at the sky as hot tears escaped from my eyes. I released a puff of air as I tried to slowly widen my smile. My heart felt at peace which didn't last that long!

Mar gayi! It's night time already. Amma mar daalengi aaj toh! I thought to myself as I hurriedly stood up again and straightened my clothes. I took my diary downstairs to my room and neatly kept it in the cardboard box, ready to be shoved in the attic.

Each and every thing that I reminded me of Kasim was in here. Each and every diary, his photos, my phone's memory card which held his pictures from Aziza's wedding. I didn't have the heart to throw it all out all of a sudden, thus I was going to lock them away in the attic.

I blinked the moisture away from my eyes before I could start crying again and I ran to the washroom to wash my face. After changing into my mehendi clothes, I stepped out of the washroom and admired the long orange gown in the mirror. Rabia chose it for me and I must say, her choice is quite amazing.

I just combed my hair and tied them up in a loose braid. Since no one was here to get me, I chose to pick up a novel and read for a while. Realising that my phone was still on charging, I unplugged it and raised my eyebrows at what I saw on the screen.

Three missed calls from Hussain!

I bit my lips with the phone still in my hands. Should I call him back? Par kahoongi kya? I mean, even talking to him in general has been quite awkward these days.

I kept the phone back on my bed and stepped away. Taking a sharp breath, I picked it up again. I'll just call him. He is still the same Hussain after all. I told myself and called his number. While I waited for the call to connect, I frowned at my shivering hands. I have never felt this nervous before.

"Hello?" He suddenly spoke up from the other end and I gulped the dryness in my throat. After Hearing his voice, My lips suddenly felt sealed.

"Madiha?" He said again and I ran my tongue over my dry lips, ready to speak up.

"H—"

"I don't believe this!" Zariya barged in my room out of nowhere, startling me. Her eyes were almost popping out of their sockets, causing me to frown.

"What happened?" I chocked out, seeing her angry face.

"You were supposed to come downstairs and you are busy on you phone!" She pointed at my phone accusingly and then kept her hands on her hips, "kaunse aam Lage Hein iss main?"

"Nahi woh..." I looked at the phone's screen and trailed off, realising Hussain was still on the line.

"Madiha Chalo! Aaj tumhaari mehendi Hai tumhaare bina wahan Kuch nahi hone Wala!" Zariya held my hand, dragging me to the door. My phone dropped on the bed and I winced, seeing it so far.

"Acha I'll walk na!" I told her, irritated, and pulled my hand out of her's.

"Anyway, who were you talking to?" She smirked at me and I rolled my eyes at her. "Baat karne kahan di tumne."

She stopped and raised her eyebrow at me, "Aww sorry! Shall I go and get your phone now?"

I looked around, clearly understanding that she was teasing me.

"Jee Nahi," I scowled at her, leaving her there to laugh at me.

As I approached amma, Rabia saw me first. She looked at me from head to toe before smiling, satisfied. She and Maha dragged me to the area that was set up for tonight and I sat down on the mat, ready to get my hands painted. Amma smiled at me with tears in her eyes and I instantly hugged her. I would miss amma and abba the most; not even my own parents.

"Kitni acchi lag rahi hai," amma whispered with tears in her eyes and kissed my forehead, "tu khush hai na?"

I nodded my head, smiling at her, and Rabia wrapped her arm around my shoulder.

"Khush kaise Nahi hogi? Mera Hussain hai hi itna acha!" She winked at me before smiling at amma, "Bohot khush rakhe ga Woh isse! Aap bilkul fikar na karein!"

Amma caressed her cheek out of affection and then kissed her own finger tips. "Bohot pyaari ho tum!"

"Kuch nayi baat batayein Aunty ji!" Rabia boasted, earning a chuckle from Hussain's mother.

"I like you!" I told her in a mere whisper and she laughed, before giving me a hug. "You better, kyuki Bohot jamne wali hai hamaari!"

I smiled at Rabia's chilled out nature as Zariya appeared again with henna cones in her hand. Rabia instantly snatched one from her and they both started applying thin designs on my palms while amma and Hussain's mother watched us. We were the only ones here other than Faisal bhai's mother and Maha as I didn't really want it to be a huge fuss especially because I didn't want abba to spend  so much money on me. They would need the insurance money when I am gone. Even though Faisal Bhai promised he will take care of them, I know abba won't accept a single rupee from him.

"Done!" Rabia shrieked first and I instantly looked down at my left Palm. There was a beautiful design in a circle on my palm and then on the wrist. She covered my tips with a thin coat of henna.

Looking down at Zariya's, I realised she was applying it in a similar style but slightly different design. In the centre of my both palms, I could see hussain's name popping out in bold letters.

Hussain...

Kal subha, yeh ek naam Meri pehchan badal dega. Rolling my lips between my teeth, I bit back the anxiety, and closed my eyes until amma snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Bohot khoobsurat hai," she whispered over my shoulder as she looked at my palms from behind me.

"Bilkul hamaari Madiha ki tarhaan," Hussain's mother spoke from behind Rabia and I shyly smiled at her. She came forward and kissed my forehead, reminding me of mama.

Aaj Woh yahan hoteen toh kya khush hoteen? Maybe yes, because Hussain would have matched their status. But I'll never know because those who weren't with me in my tough times, don't deserve to be with me now.  Khatam ho Gaye saare rishte teen saal pehle.

"Madiha?" Someone shook me out of my thoughts, "kya soch rahi hai?"

I looked up at Rabia and frowned for a second before shaking my head.

"I am sure she was thinking about ehheemm," Zariya bumped her shoulder with mine, teasingly, making everyone laugh, "I didn't let her talk to him na, that's why!"

I scowled at her for spilling the Beans but just the Rabia Interrupted.

"Oh! Toh woh tum theen jiski wajah se Woh bechara itna pareshaan ho raha tha!" Rabia raised her eyebrows at Zariya and I turned my attention to Zariya, waiting for her to embarrass me further.

"Oh, kaheen woh naraz toh nahi ho Gaye?" Zariya frowned like she really cared, "I think we should call him back, naheen?..... I think we should!"

She clicked her finger, grinning at us, before running upstairs. After about two minutes, she came downstairs again and I frowned at what she was holding in her hand. My eyes widened when I realised it was my phone!

"Zariya stop it," I hissed at her in a whisper.

"Why? You don't have balance? Liar!" She chuckled as She unlocked it and went in my call list. Note to self; alway put a password on your phone!

"Last dialled," she smirked, glancing at me.

"Oh ho!" Rabia whispered beside me and I sighed wondering why I became friends with Zariya in the first place.

Suddenly I heard the phone ringing and realised they were going to keep it on the speaker.

"Stop it," I tried my luck again but, in vein.

Soon the ringing stopped, indicating that Hussain had picked up the phone, and I groaned inside.

"Hey," he spoke softly. I was about to reply when I felt Rabia's and Zariya's eyes on me. That held me back.

"Madiha?" He called my name and this time Zariya urged me to speak but as usual, nothing came out. I just scowled at her for teasing me like this.

"Call karti ho phir baat nahi karti... Khafa ho kisi baat par ya yeh samjh nahi aa raha ki kya bolun?" He asked.

Rabia raised her eyebrows at my phone, probably not expecting this from Hussain. Honestly, I never expected him to start sounding so mature all of a sudden. Such delicacy and calmness in his tone.

"Bas itna bata do, tum khush toh ho na?" He asked —yet again — softly.

"Haan," a short reply absentmindedly escaped from my lips and I instantly bit my tongue for being so stupid. Everyone cooed around me and earned a gasp from Hussain.

"Yeh Sab— what happening? Hello? Madiha?" I could hear him calling my name over all the other voice and I instantly stood up.

Embarrassed, I ran upstairs to the terrace, and kicked the door, closing it behind me. Leaning against it, I closed my eyes and sucked in a deep breath before an uncontrollable laugh escaped from my lips.

I laughed loudly like nothing else existed, probably for the first time in the past few years. I laughed until a tear escaped from my eye, freeing me from the cage I used to live inside. I had started to cough when I finally looked up at the sky and sucked in a sharp breath to calm myself down. 

Taking deep breaths, I looked ahead of me and found a pair of eyes watching me. I gasped, seeing Hussain, standing on his terrace with his arms folded and eyes on me.

He unfolded his arms and raised one hand in the air, saying hi. He was watching me the whole time? I gulped, forcing a smile and raised my hand too. He pointed at my outfit before showing me, what looked like a, thumbs up. He was complimenting me? I stopped myself from grinning and simply nodded at him. Realising that it's dark and he is too far, I kept a hand over my heart and bowed a little in response to his thumbs up instead.

~~~HUSSAIN's POV~~~

"Hello?" I yelled in the phone again, confused. There were a lot of voices on the other side, laughing at me. I frowned at my device before realising what actually had happened. I shook my head, chuckling, guessing that Rabia must have come up with this.

Such an evil mind.

I disconnected the call, not wanting to be embarrassed by my best friend any further and looked up in the distance, only spot Madiha on her terrace again. She was laughing, leaning against the door, and I could hear the faint sound of melody.

Folding my arms, I leaned against the wall, keeping my eyes on her. She took her own time, trying to calm herself down and soon her laughter died when her eyes fell on me. She quickly straightened up and stood still.

I raised my hand in the air, waving slightly, and she copied the gesture. I smiled to myself, noticing her outfit. It was quite dark but I could see she was wearing the one I had picked with Rabia. I could tell she was not wearing a hijab and this was one of the very few times I was seeing her without one as She usually dressed up in her school's outfit code and stayed like that for the rest of the day because of her tuitions.

I pointed at her before showing her a thumbs up, trying to tell her how beautiful she looked. While I waited for her to respond, I wondered if she understood what I meant. Soon she raised her hand to her heart and bowed a little, accepting the compliment. I smiled to myself, seeing her acting so casual again.

Pointing my thumbs outwards, curling my fingers inwards and touching the nails of both of my hands, I made a heart shape and raised my hands in the air so she could see.

You might not Love me just yet, Madiha, but, I love you and I won't ever miss a single opportunity to tell you this!

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Tell me how it was???

That outfit in the media is something similar to Madiha's outfit.

I'll try and update tomorrow or the day after :b

Or maybe in less than 24 hr /.\

Love Always!!