Koi razdaan, kaun jaane kis raste mil jaaye?

Wahi hamzubaan, zindagi main aaye to yeh dil jaaye...

Chaahe be-imaan, hoke bhi mera imaan ban jaaye...

Kya daastaan, dil main hai kaahe ko chhupaaye?

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Groaning she opened her eyes sensing someone inside her bedroom.

"Jaag gayeen?" Sitting up her eyes met his calm deep ones. The eyes that had attracted her so much a couple of years back.

"Need anything?" She questioned yawning. It was strange that he was in her room this early.

"Need some papers to be signed."  He replied looking elsewhere but at her.
Squinting her eyes she looked around to see what was more amusing then her in this entirely dull room and then her eyes stopped at her deep neckline.
"Of course he couldn't look at her." Thinking she chuckled and at this he looked at her strangely.

"Ajao lelo signs,  jahan bhi lene hain." Cocking her brow up she said not bothering to fix her plunging neck. She somehow wanted to test his patience.

"Ye papers parhlen.  Swat walay Hotel kay hain" He replied forwarding her the file. His eyes focused on her face this time.

"Tumne parhliye? " She asked .

"Jee." Nodding he forwarded her a pen. Silently she took it from his hands and started scribbling her signatures everywhere they were required.

"Or kuch?" Turning around she looked at him and asked.

"Yahan bhi." Bending to her level he flipped the file to the last page and pointed at an empty space.
His face was inches away from hers and his sandalwood and leather scent took over her nerves.  He smelled beautiful and manly.
Taking a deep breath she quickly signed the page and  gathering the file he moved away.

"Your pen." She voiced out and his steps halted. Silently he walked back to her.

"You have kept it safe aye? " Handing back the intricate golden pen with A.H engraved on it she asked as if in a dream and he slowly nodded  his head taking the pen from her hand while she brushed her fingers on his hand purposely.

"I take good care of things." Smiling he replied and walked away with a curt nod closing the door behind.

"Ah!" She scoffed looking at her soft finger tips who had just gotten a touch of his hard rough hands.

He was strange, very strange.... the strangest male specie she had ever seen on planet earth...
...

She had seen the whole office flock around yashab Harris and him always running away from everyone specially woman. He did not have any friends, none at all.
All he was , a handsome mysterious workaholic man...
But yes her father called him loyal!!! Sincere and loveable...

Smiling she remembered the first time she had seen yashab Harris. The night of a couple of years back. The first morning of her first ever trip to Paris. A trip that was  unforgettable! ....

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(Past)

She had just landed in the city of love, life and much more. The most happening city of France. Yes, She was in Paris, her dream city.

Well of course she was here on a big mission. She was here to excel. Somehow she had convinced her father to trust her on this business trip and send her alone. She was willing for a solo  trip and she was here to fill in her canvases also. She loved painting beautiful places and people as her hobby.

Stepping out of the plane she sighed breathing in the chilly air. This was a dream come true. After convincing her dad and her 48 hour old fiance jamal she was finally here.
She wanted to show the most important males of her life how capable she was to run her inherited family business.

"Ting..." As soon as she  had inserted  a sim card, her phone had rang.

"Baba! I have reached safely. Don't worry." She smiled.

"Alright my daughter, go and nail it! Make this old man proud!"
She heard Mr hadeeds proud voice.

"Oh I will, don't you worry father of a powerful daughter. "
She giggled.

"Hmm. Eero bete, a very competent employ of mine who I intend on making your secretory will be joining you for the meeting tomorrow. "
He had come to the point and she sighed.

"Baba! I wanted to do this alone remember." She sounded disappointed.

"I know my jan and that is why even though I wanted to but I did not arrange any car for you or a hotel or anything else as you wanted to manage all yourself but this was needed my jan. He knows French that's why too. And yes he will be joining you on the way back also."
Mr hadeed briefed and she sighed.

"Okay Baba, your wish is my command." She smiled whole heartedly.

"So then yashab Harris will be joining you tomorrow. "
Mr hadeed concluded and she nodded her head disconnecting the call.

The uber she had booked online had reached.
Getting inside the uber , it was a hurdle to try to explain the driver the address of her online booked hotel. Their English pronunciation was totally different and yup she did not know French!.

Finally getting to her hotel room she sighed and slumped on the comfy bed and that's when her phone ringed again and she smiled looking at the caller.

"So how is my beautiful fiance doing in the city of love without me?"
She heard jamals voice over the phone and her lips widened in a grin.

"Oh I miss you terribly."  She said truthfully .

"To sath kiun nahi leke gayeen?" He asked sounding upset.

"Kiunke mene temper or Baba per sabit karna hai kay main ap dono ki Tarah Akeley baray projects manage karsakti hoo!"
Turning around she said looking at her engagement ring. The beautiful solitaire stood proudly in the middle. The ring screamed expensive.
And three hours straight she had spoken to the second  main man of her life, her better half to be. The man who had her heart.

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Waking up the next morning she smiled. It was a beautiful day in Paris. Taking a long relaxing shower she changed into her beautiful designer attire and applying makeup she wore her high stilletos to rock the look and rushed down in them on the aesthetically beautiful streets of Paris.
She wanted to enjoy some delicious croissants and freshly baked pastries from the local shops so hence she skipped the breakfast of her hotel.

"Bonjour."
She was welcomed with a smiling old lady who was absolutely unaware of English. All she knew was French and ayirah was running out of patience trying to tell the lady that she wanted a simple black coffee with a alittle amount of milk and a spoon of heavy cream and two spoons sugar. Yes she had a strange version of her own coffee but this was a necessary ritual of her mornings now.

"Sorry! Madame!" Atlast the cafe lady who only knew sorry in her whole English vocabulary smiled and said, gently telling her to leave and sighing she turned to leave when a young tall man nearly her age stood up from the bench placed on a side and came towards her.

"May I help?" He asked in English looking towards ayirah and she nodded slightly mesmerised by his deep calm eyes. Passing her a smile he had started speaking French very fluently with the lady.

"Aah!" Alas! smiling the lady proceeded towards the coffee maker after offering her a croissant that she had earlier pointed towards.

"I was there listening to what you were saying and have asked her to make the coffee exact way you wanted."
He had said and she admitted his voice was beautiful and melodic.

"Thanks a bunch. You are a saviour seriously. The language barrier here, ah!"
She smiled and said to which he simply nodded and went back to sit where he was sitting a while ago reading some newspapers.

A minute later the lady had handed her the coffee exact the same way she had wanted and muttering a    "mercy" her way she went and dragged a chair next to the man who had just helped her.

"You were quite good in French for a man who dosent look French. "
Saying this she chuckled and hearing her words he removed the newspaper from in front of his face and looked towards her who was smiling at him whole heartedly.

"Yeah, I am not French. " came his one word reply.

"Hmm, so where you from? India or Pakistan?" She questioned. His features, his colour all screamed Asian! He looked from somewhere around her place.

"Does it matter?" He cocked his brow up.

"Ah! No! I was just curious." Rolling her eyes she replied.

"I gotta  go..." Getting up the man said.

"Thanks  a bunch for helping me." She said forwarding her hand towards him.

"No worries. " He replied.  She noticed he was hesitant to shake hands with her but alas he had.

"It was nice meeting you." She further said noticing him on the verge of running away.
And in return he only smiled curtly Nodding his head before walking out and she smiled looking at him until he had fully disappeared from her vision.

He was someone enchanting, his mysterious eyes specially.  It seemed as if he held many secrets in them. She suddenly felt attracted towards his eyes.
She had that urge in herself to paint them. She had never seen such beautiful eyes before.

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(Present)

"Bhabi ajaun?" Lareb peeped inside her bedroom with a tray full of breakfast.

"Haan ajao." Ayirah smiled Nodding her head.

"Bhai ki call ayi thi or mujhe kaha tha kay apko nashta dedoon."
Placing the tray on the table near the bed lareb said.

"Tumhe tang kardia yashab ne? Agar aunty mere helpers allow kardeteen to ye sab hurdles na hotay. " ayirah said sighing.

"Ami ko pata nahi kiya problem hai. Main unke behalf per sorry kehti hoo. Bus wo aisi hi hain. Wo kafi arsay kay bad humari life me dobara ayeen hain to islye main or bhai unhe kuch nahi bolte."
Lareb was a talkative girl and had blurted out.

"Kiya matlab?" Ayirah questioned.

"Ami or Abu ki divorce hogai thi jab hum kafi chotay the or dono ne hi dobara shadian karlee. Baba to kafi saal pehle hum sabko chor gaye or unki biwi kay to humse shuru se hi terms Achay nahi the. Phir kafi saal bhai or main hi the sirf. Bhai ne mera bohat khayal rakha. Uske bad ami kay shohar ki death hui to, she eventually came back into our lives per wo aisi hi hain..."
Lareb told her.

"Oh, I am sorry... Its all very complicated and sad..."
She was speechless. She did not know about this phase of his life. He never told anyone about anything.

It's alright. Zindagi main aur kai gham!" Lareb smiled a painful smile.

"You are a strong girl lareb." She said Patting her head.

"Acha, bhai to kehte the or kehte hain kay ayirah hadeed bohat strong hai, uss jaisa aur koi nahi!"
Lareb told her enthusiastically and it was a pleasant yet alarming surprise for her.
She was shocked. She thought he never acknowledged her rather talk about her.

"Ap heran hain na?" Lareb questioned.

"Haan." She said truthfully. She was still surprised.

"Wo kam boltay hain per jab bhi boltay hain bohat piara boltay hain."
Lareb said, love for her brother was seen and felt in her voice.

"Hmm..." Ayirah could only smile.

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Hey guys...another chap ... which I wrote very wholeheartedly...

So tell me, did the past take u guys to another world? To another atmosphere? Rather than the tensed present????

So yeah..alot more into yashab and ayirahs life....

Who u rooting for between the two???

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*I have edited the first chap also alittle...u might wanna read it again to grip a few things..

Ok now.. pls vote n cmnt plsss..

And thankuuu to all of u for showing immense love n support on chap 1...
Very much appreciated..

Okay ! I am not casting any specific characters for this duo..dont know why...liking filhal nahi...
Kuch samajh nahi araha.. maybe later on I might give them face's...so till then u r free to imagine who ever u wanna..but do tell me who u r imagining...its fun to know..u know🤣🤣🤣..

Ok then...till next time...