Flashback continues.....(AMINAH'S P.O.V)

I remember how they used to fight continuously after my dadi (paternal grandmother) and dada's( paternal grandfather) death and all of a sudden daddy decided that he can't pretend to be happy in this forced marriage anymore and decided to take divorce leaving me, mummy and Amir bhai devastated and my mummy like the woman she is always thinking about others first complied with him without thinking about me and Amir bhai...I was 13 years old for Allah's sake and Amir bhai was 19 years old...and when she decided I should go with her and bhai's always in the hostel so it won't be a problem for him as he can visit both of 'em whenever he feels like but no...daddy had to say no...he said that I'm his daughter and it is his duty to protect me and provide for me and he's the sole reason I hate Rushda Auntie....but I can't hate him, he's my daddy he has always loved me unconditionally...I'm an extremely bad person...I hate Rushda Auntie but I can't bring myself to hate my father...I'm a hypocrite for sure.
"Amy?....Amy?..." a familiar voice interrupted my thoughts. "Yes, daddy?" I questioned him..."we are at the uni beta(child).."he said. "Oh, ok....Allahafizz".... I replied as I hurried out of the car quickly without waiting for his reply. "Run Aminah, run, if you don't want to be standing outside the class for the next hour then run fast..."I said to my self. "Yes! I made it to the class...Alhamdulilah".
"Assalamaleikum Zainab and hii diya and Alia...what's up girls?" I greeted and asked my squad...hmm all four of us are present on time for our optional class...that's rare...I thought. My squad; the four of us are inseparable since our freshman year of graduation and look now...Alhamdulilah we've made it to the final year of our masters...masha'allah....however our streams are different As Diya and I pursue masters in English literature, Alia is pursuing a masters in mass communication....Yes! She wants to be a reporter amd for Zainab, she's our miss beauty queen, she's so beautiful masha'allah and she's pursuing a masters in psychology. "Waleikumassalam Amy....hi Amy" replied my three friends simultaneously pulling me out of my thoughts. "You are late Amy" said Zainab. "What?!, No! Look miss Khanna isn't here yet." I replied. "Yes, Amy miss Khanna isn't here because today's class has been cancelled...only if you had checked your phone."said Alia. "What?! And I ran like a maniac for no reason." I whined. "Yup! You definitely did."said Diya and Alia in unison while all three of them were giggling like school girls. "Why didn't you guys called me, if that's the case?" I questioned slightly annoyed. "Because we thought you are sane like us but who are we kidding girls?"Said my superbly annoying Diya darling...yup! We call her Diya darling...it was my idea...it actually rhymes. "Ok, then I should go to...." but I was cut off mid sentence by none other than miss reporter....Alia " what, why and where?....you just came here like a minute or two ago."said Alia in a reporter like tone. "For my project, duh!!....lemme check whether or not Minal, Ayeza, Nabeel and Zain are present." I informed my friends. "But spend some time with us" said Zainab in a baby like voice. "Girls I would love to but you know na this project is so hectic and my teammates...they all re sloth except for Minal...come on Diya help me darling please.." I said giving her my best puppy dog eyes, she's the softest one in our group only she can help me or else these two won't let me go. Yeah we are on the same course but it's a group project and unfortunately we are in different teams...it sucks because we make an awesome team. "Amy is right, Zainab and Alia, let her be because this project is really important and not much time is left."said Zainab hopefully convincing them I wish. "Ok.." said both of 'em in unison. "Thanks girls, I'll see y'all later....bye...Allahafizz." and I take my leave from the hall.

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Let's call Minal..she'll definitely gather all the group as all my group members are from the opposite section..Yes, Prof. Akash Tripathi is very cruel, he had made team from both sections...and unlucky me that I ended up in a team of all the opposite sections students. "Hello, Assalamaleikum Minal....so I was wondering whether we all can meet in the empty lecture hall(2) in order to complete our assignment?" I asked Minal on the call. "Waleikumassalam. Ok.....no problem Amy".

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Finally the day is over and and seventy percent of the project is completed alhamdulilah.....it would've been eighty percent if not for Naseer the jerk...Ya Allah! What does he see in me?....I have told him a thousand times yet he keeps on pursuing me....I hate him so much...it doesn't help either that's he my senior, doing PhD and not to forget favourite research scholar of professor Akash Tripathi....ugh!!
"Ouch!!"
What on earth was that?, did I collide with a wall?....huh!! It's not a wall...its a chest....what?! A chest?....a guy's chest?......Ya Allah! Astagfirullah!....now this stranger is definitely going to face all my wrath that is for Naseer the jerk...first Naseer and now this stranger...Men!! Ugh!! I groan inwardly. "Can't you just watch where you are going mister?" I said my voice full of irritation as I was picking up my stuff...he bent down and gave me back my folder and he shot back "you shouldn't daydream while walking on a place full of humans madam". I angrily snatched my folder from him and in the process my eyes collided with the most beautiful pair of hazel eyes and I  was frozen for a moment, his eyes are rare, it's not usually found in this region of India. Lower your gaze Aminah...reminded my inner voice and I quickly lowered my gaze and what did he say? Daydream? Like Naseer said..'daydreaming about me Amy?' How dare he? "Daydream and me? And about you? Please I have better things to do" I scoffed with sarcasm. "Me? When did I say that you were daydreaming about me? Now..now....I think you definitely were daydreaming about me."he said with a smirk, amusement and cockiness evident in his tone. Ya Allah! Why do I have to make a fool out of myself and on top of that in front of a stranger and non-mahram too. Great job Aminah! Huzzah! (Note the sarcasm). "You know what? Why am I even talking to a non-mehram....you....you men are all the same...jerks and useless..." I said and turned around without waiting for his reply. I think I am really good at pissing people off by not listening to their replies..but this handsome Hazel eyed stranger deserved it for making me remember about Naseer again....yes handsome..I saw him for a brief moment but his features captures attention real quick even the attention of someone like me..who hate men except Amir bhai and a few more. He has perfectly sculpted straight nose, prominent and high cheekbones, perfect lips, he's quite tall too and not to forget those mesmerising hazel orbs...Astagfirullah! Why am I even thinking about his looks?...Ya Allah forgive me. I think I should go home fast...its getting really late now.
As I was putting the folder in my bag I remember that I forgot the other one in the lecture hall (2)....Great...another 15 minutes of walk because that hall is in the last building..I sighed inwardly...just absolutely great!

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Diya, Alia and Zaynab had already headed to their respective homes one hour ago. So, here I am walking alone only to be stopped by a car...a beautiful black car..wait a car?...whose car?...daddy's?......nope!....mine?....definitely not because I don't own one...hahahaha...shut up! Inner voice plus how can one be stopped by his or her own car when the said driver is walking?...my thoughts were answered immediately when Minal came out of that car..oh its hers. "Assalamaleikum Mina...what's up?" I greeted her. "Waleikumassalam Amy...you shouldn't go alone at this hour..." she glanced at her wrist watch and said.."it's 6 in the evening...come I'll drop you." "Umm...no, I'm good Mina....you go...or you'll be late....you told me your older brother is coming back today from bangalore...so, I don't want you to be late because of me yrr." I said to her. "Oh don't worry about that, he actually came earlier to surprise me and look he's actually the one in the driver seat." said Mina. "No..Mina..its your brother...I don't wanna trouble you both." I replied. "Please Amy come, it's really late and I don't think you want Naseer's company because you know that the scholars leave at 6 past ten usually..." said Mina in a matter of fact tone. Naseer! I don't even wanna think about him so I complied with her but regretted my decision when my dark brown orbs collided with her brother's hazel ones...the familiar hazel ones...oh no the stranger from earlier....I wish the ground could swallow me....humiliation is what I'm feeling right now...I couldn't even jump out of the car as he's driving at a good speed....he hadn't utter a single word..Ya Allah!. " Oh yeah! Amy meet my brother Mr. Zubair Ibrahim Ahmad, he's a criminal lawyer and had completed his studies five years ago from National Law Institute Of India, Bangalore and he had worked  under one of the best lawyer of Banglore and now he's on his own..masha'allah."as Mina completed his introduction he said Salam to me in a flat tone. I quickly mumble a reply in a meek tone. "Amy don't mind, he's super rude." Mina added jokingly. I can see that she's proud of her brother. The happiness is evident in her eyes seeing her brother after a long time. She has similar eyes like her brother except they are a mix of brown with hazel but his  are more dangerous and deep. " And bhai this is Aminah...Aminah Akram Ali, she's in my opposite section, a very bright student amd not to forget a very good friend of mine." I wish Mina could shut her mouth....I  have no desire to be introduced to this non-mahram with whom I had an extremely insulting exchange half an hour ago and not to forget he's incredibly handsome.Oh thank you for reminding me inner voice, now shut up!

15 mins later
Finally! I'm standing outside my home. "Thankyou Mina for your generosity...Allahafizz.." amd I dashed towards my gate without waiting to hear her reply.
I hadn't utter a single syllable during the whole car ride and neither had he...what's his name?...yeah Zubair....its a nice name though....only Mina was chattering non stop and me humming occasionally and more interested in my Abaya and sneakers and not to forget my bracelet. It is dear to my heart as Amir Bhai bought it for me from his first earnings........a simple gold chain bracelet with a rose and star charm and I have added so many charms in it. As I lifted my hand to admire this precious gift....I got a shock....its not on my wrist...where?....oh no no no...not in the car....Ya Allah! And I recalled it was with me in the car and now its not with me...the reality sink in and so does my heart.
                                                                     

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