Hey!! I almost lost interest in the book again 😅😅 but I couldn't leave this last chap hanging haha.

This is the last chapter. I am not sure if I will ever add an epilogue or not. I honestly don't feel like it right now. But who knows?

Happy reading!!! <3

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HUMERA's POV

"Close your eyes for me, please?"

"Feel that? That's my heartbeat."

My eyes sprung open when I felt the same sensation under my palm that I did that day. And in my heart!

Your heartbeat wasn't supposed to lie Hussain! But it did!

I released a frustrated sigh and turned off the stove before pouring the tea in three mugs. Alisha's room being closest to the kitchen, I went to her room first and then to Haya's. Like always, she was sitting down on the floor, staring at the box she had prepared two weeks ago, after that party.

"Are we finally throwing this out?" I asked her as I kept the tray on her night stand and sat down on the bed. She sighed, shaking her head, and ran a hand through her messy hair.

"This is all the expensive stuff that I need to return to Shehry. Par himmat hi Nahi ho rahi jaane ki," she brought her knees up to her chest and looked at me, "kiss mooh Se jaun wahan? Mujhe Toh usse naraz hone Ka bhi haq Nahi hai."

"Hey, it's okay," I whispered softly, seeing tears in her eyes, and slipped down to sit on the ground, beside her, "galti uski bhi thi. Stop blaming yourself."

"Bohot sawalo Ke jawab chahiye Mujhe, Humera. Agar main apni jagah sahi hoti Toh kam Se kam usse pooch Toh sakti Thi ki usne mere saath aisa kyun kiya." She got up from the floor and reached her study desk to pull out a tape and scissors.

"I want to get rid of all the memories before I leave for Canada tonight." I held the box for her while she taped the flaps together, packing away all her, supposedly, beautiful memories from last month.

"Uske mooh par maarne Ka dil Kar raha hai yeh sab, Humera. Par himmat Nahi ho rahi jaane Ki," she sighed, sitting down on the bed.

"Parcel it to him?" I suggested, "ya main de aaun?"

"Tu?" She chuckled, "Hussain bhi hoga wahan."

My heart clenched at the reminder but I forced a smile anyway. "Who cares? I don't care about him anymore. I'll go before I reaching the venue and that's final."

"But–"

"No but's Yaar. Drink up your coffee because it's a long day and we don't want to spend it crying," I smiled, assuringly, at her, "It's Alisha's day, remember?"

SHEHRY's POV

I flicked the lamp's button, on and off, while my eyes stayed focused on the magazine that I had bought. It was the one Haya writes for. I wondered what she might have written about me?

That how easy it was for her to fool me? But then, she wasn't the one who fooled me.

Agar galti sirf Meri hoti Toh Maafi maang leta. Pehle Thora larti, phir shayad maan jaati. Ab usse Kaise manau jo meri Thi hi Nahi?

Par main kyun manau?

My phone beeped, pulling me out of my trance, and I sat up straight to answer the video call.

"Bhai!" My sister squealed as soon as she appeared on the screen and then a frown replaced her smile.

"What happened to you?" She asked, "you look so tired!"

I do?

"I didn't s-sleep much last ni-ght," I told her reluctantly, "I was just going to take a nap again."

"Oh. I thought you were sick," she sighed, understandingly.

"I'll call you later, ya?" I didn't feel like talking to anyone right now.

"Yeah sure," she shrugged, "but first send me all the pics you have from the engagement. I am going to make a scrap book for Waqas bhai and Bhabhi!"

"I'll send them by tonight."

"Not tonight! Now! I need to get them printed, bhai!" I rolled my eyes at her request and gave up. As soon as She ended the call, I opened my gallery and scrolled up to share files through iCloud.

There were photos of Hussain and I posing together, our family photos, the one where Waqas and Rabail were sitting on the stage, when they were on the dance floor and many more. I tapped on about sixty photos until one of them caught my eye and I quickly opened it.

It was the one where Haya and Humera were standing on either side of Maha; the one I took right before we left Houston. Mama had photobombed the picture and I could see her smiling in the background.

Mama was so happy after meeting Haya! I couldn't even imagine Haya would have faked all of that for an article.

"Shehry, lunch is—" I startled upon hearing Hussain's voice as he uninvitedly came inside me room and halted in his tracks, "what are you doing?"

I looked up at him and gulped, seeing him staring at my phone's screen. I locked the screen instantly and got up.

"What's up with you?" I chuckled, seeing him wearing an apron.

"You even bought her magazine too, didn't you?" I sighed when he asked, "why Shehry? It's been two weeks, didn't we decide we will leave it all behind?"

"I have left it okay?" I rolled my eyes, "I was going read the article but then I didn't because I decided I don't care!"

"So that's why you started looking at her pictures?" He questioned further and I groaned.

"Maha wanted photos. That's it. Just leave me alone Hussain!" I picked up the magazine and pushed past him to go outside. I threw the magazine on the coffee table and began looking for my car keys. I wanted to get out of this house and breath!

"I'll see you at dinner. Bye!" I told Hussain once I found the keys and headed towards the door. Before I could unlock it, someone rang the bell and I groaned again.

"I swear if you called your friends over I'll—" I was in the middle of my sentence when I opened the door and a box with legs greeted me.

What?

"Uh, excuse me?" I frowned at the lady in front of me; her long, painted nails gave it away. She slowly pulled the box down, revealing her face and I instantly Stepped aside to let her in. Before Closing the door, I looked outside to see if anyone was behind her.

But She came alone.

HUSSAIN'S POV

Humera!

I felt my hands sweating, seeing her in front of me after two long weeks. A strange feeling exploded inside me; I thought I'd never meet her again.

A part of me wanted to smile and give her a hug but then I remembered what she and her friend had done to us.

But I missed her!

"Haya sent this for you!" Humera shaky voice broke the chain of my thoughts and I looked up again, only to find her looking at me already. She was dressed up in traditional clothes, looking beautiful like always! She quickly looked away and came forward to keep a box on the coffee table that was already a mess because of opened letters, newspapers and magazines.

She picked up one of them and chuckled, staring at it, "Iss magazine main kuch Nahi milega. Haya left the job after we came back from Houston so she didn't write that article."

Keeping the magazine on the table again, she turned to look at Shehry. "Iss box main Woh saare gifts Hein jo Tumne Haya Ko diye they. Including the cutlery she broke and that controller."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Shehry glanced at me and Humera sighed.

"She is leaving for Canada after engagement tonight. So she wanted to give you all those presents back," Humera opened her clutch and pulled out a small, red jewellery box. "You gave her this ring too. Woh aaj raat Ke baad tumhaara kuch bhi apne paas Nahi rakhna chahti."

"I don't believe this girl! Bhad main jaye," grumbling, Shehry rushed back to his room and slammed the door shut.

Humera sighed and kept the box down on the table while I silently stared at her. She didn't even look up at me.

"My flight is next week. I'll meet you before I leave to return all your presents," she spoke, lowly.

"Uski koi zaroorat Nahi hai. I don't want them back," I told her, earning a nod from her.

"Yeah, not like they will make a difference," she chuckled, "kaash Mujhe apna Woh ek maheena wapis mil sakta Aur main uss party main tumhein ignore Kar deti. That would have made a difference."

I kept staring at her face that was flooded with mixed emotions. Is that how much she hates me? She is willing to go back in time to make sure I didn't exist in her life?

"Hume—"

"Where is the engagement?" Shehry came running out of his room again, taking me by surprise, "she can't just get engaged like that! Kahan hai engagement?"

"Midtown Loft and Terrace but—"

"she left me hanging without a closure, how dare She?" Shehry grunted, cutting off Humera, and stormed out of the apartment.

"But when did I say Haya is getting engaged?" I heard Humera's whisper and frowned at her.

"What? Then who is?"

"Alisha is!" She answered my question and sighed again, "anyway, I'll see you sometimes this week. Ya shayad parcel Kar doon."

"Tum–" I spoke when she turned around to leave, "jaa rahi ho? Forever?"

"Yeh country Aur iske log shayad mere liye Nahi bane Hein. Bye Hussain."

I watched her waking out of my apartment. My life.

Will she stay if I apologised first?

This is your one last chance, Hussain! Go for it! A voice yelled inside my brain and I ran for it.

HUMERA's POV

Nahi aana chahiye tha yahan! I sighed deeply as I opened my car's door. Tears were threatening to slip out of my eyes when I closed them tightly and sucked in a deep breath.

"It was probably never meant to be," I told myself in a mere whisper and my heart shattered a little. I didn't know this guy would randomly walk in to my life and turn it upside down.

Teen hafton main kya ho Gaya? Poori life guzari hai uske bina; aage bhi guzar loongi!

I was about to sit inside when the door slammed shut, frightening me. I flinched and turned around only to crash into something. Someone!

My hands landed on someone's chest as a familiar, spicy scent filled my nostrils, tying a knot in my stomach.

"Feel that?"

I gulped hard before looking up at Hussain. His eyes shimmered as he stared back at me. He kept his hand on top of mine and smiled softly. 

"That's my heartbeat."

I looked away from his face and gulped again. "It's so fast!"

"Because of you!" He said, making me frown.

"Me?"

"Yeah! I had to run downstairs to stop you! The lift was taking forever!" He chocked out while I stared at this guy in utter disbelief. I expected something romantic!

But then, I expected a lot of other things from him too!

I sighed, feeling disappointed again.

"I have to go," I pulled my hand out of his grip and stepped away from him. Just as I was about to open the car's door again, his hand made sure it stayed closed, stopping me from getting inside.

"Yeh Kya bachpana hai hussain?" I huffed, annoyed.

"Bachpana Nahi pyaar hai!" I froze on the spot as soon as he words touched my ears.

"Uss raat tumhein rulaya, jaane diya, galti Thi Meri. Par aaj Nahi jaane doonga. You can't just leave me and go to Pakistan!" He whispered, "I swear my feelings are genuine! Just give me a chance, I love you Humera."

His words eliminated everything from our surrounding. All that existed was him and I. He loves me?

"But you thought I was writing an article about us," I pointed out his own words and he shook his head. I felt his warm touch as he held my hands in his'. "Uss waqt gusse main Bohot kuch Bol diya Maine. Mujhe uski inti bari saza mat do. Don't leave me! I am sorry."

"I have to go Hussain!" Pulling my hands out of his' again, I stepped away and sucked in a deep breath while watching the emotion of hurt wash over his face.

"Apne parents Ke saath Karachi lene aao ge Mujhe?" I asked him and he frowned at me.

"Are you saying that- that—"

"Shadi karoge mujhse?" I cut him off and his jaw almost touched the ground out of shock. I chuckled, when he grinned and ran a hand through his hair.

Before I knew it, he pulled me in a bone crushing hug, silently promising to never leave my side.

SHEHRY's POV

There were people moving in and out of this fancy place. Chattering, gossips and music filled the air as I walked closer to the venue. I almost stumbled when something hit my shoulder and a bunch of girls ran past me, giggling.

And then I saw her.

Haya approached the stage in a lime green lehenga and a guy dressed in tuxedo extended his hand towards her. I couldn't see her face but I could imagine her smiling right now. Some ridiculous romantic song came up and everyone clapped as the guy pulled Haya along with him.

Vaise Toh ek bhi rishtedaar Nahi tha, ab engagement Pe pura Pakistan Bula Liya isne?

The same group of girls surrounded Haya and the guy and someone brought up the tray that I am guessing had the rings kept on. My heart skipped a few beats when the Haya picked up a ring and slipped it on the guy's finger.

All this was happening in from of me! I couldn't let her do this to me!

"You can't do this to me!" I yelled out of nowhere and frowned at myself for a second. All the guests murmured in their small groups, keeping their eyes glued to me. Did I just made all the heads turn towards me?

I rubbed my sweaty hands against my jeans and sucked in a deep breath. It's now or never, Shehry!

"Couple of weeks ago, I saw a girl at a club and my friends dared me to approach her with no intentions of having any serious relationship. Just when I almost realised she wasn't just a random girl to me but someone a lot more than that, I found out she had her own selfish reasons. We both broke each other's heart."

I sighed when Haya didn't budge. She stayed still with her back towards me.

"I guess we both paid for our mistakes. We both faced our share of punishment over these two weeks. I know you think I am one of those people who just wanted to use you. I know you hate me. But I love you. And it's crazy because I  just realised that half an hour ago when I found out you are getting engaged."

"Excuse me! What the hell?" The groom narrow his eyes at me, interrupting my first ever confession, and stepped down the stage, "you have no idea what you are saying alright! She and I love each other. So just leave!"

He pushed me back slightly, anger evident on his face and in his actions.

"I know you are mad at me but you can't just ruin three lives like this. You know you lov—"

A hand came out of nowhere and punched me square in the jaw, just bellow my lips. I howled, touching my jaw, and everyone gasped around me. I could feel some liquid near my lips and rolled my eyes. We could have done this calmly!

Come one man!

"Listen, I just want to talk to Haya! She knows she loves m— woah stop!" he came forward to punch me again and I yelped, definitely not wanting to be punched by him this time. Suddenly his hand halted in mid air and he frowned at me.

"What?"

"What what?" I asked him back, confused.

"You said Haya?"

"Yeah, your fiancée?" I reminded him.

"Shehry!" I finally heard Haya's voice and someone kept their hand on my shoulder. As I turned around, my eyes widened upon seeing Haya in deferent clothes already.

Wait a second!

"Kya Yaar Haya! Kitna maza aa raha tha. Theek Se confess Toh karne deti!" A girl whined behind me and I frowned, realising it was the bride who was finally facing me. She seemed familiar.

"Yeh tumhaari shadi Nahi hai?" I raised an eyebrow at Haya and then looked back the guy apologetically. Bechara, faltu main drama ho Gaya!

"Shadi Nahi engagement. And no," Haya rolled her eyes at me.

"Then why did Humera lie to me?" I wondered, frowning.

"I don't know," She shrugged, and stepped forward. I watched her as she opened her clutch and pulled out a white tissue.

"Haan Toh tum Kya bol rahe the?" She asked me and just when I opened my mouth to speak, she pressed that tissue against my mouth, stopping me. I winced when she rubbed it against my wound.

"I swear I want to kill you, Ishaan!" She glared at the guy behind me and I chuckled. If eyes could throw daggers, he would be dead by now.

"Excuse me, it's not Ishaan's fault, okay! Shehryaar should have made it clear he was here for you and not me!" The girl on the stage stepped down and came towards us. I frowned at her. She knows my name?

I surely remember her from somewhere!

"Do I know you?" I asked her and rolled her eyes at me.

Despite the awkwardness that was evident on her face, she tried acting cool. "If you haven't realised, it's my engagement so your pick up line won't work on me, mister."

This time I rolled my eyes.

But then it clicked!

"You are the relationship advisor!" I gasped, realising, "the one who was shamelessly flirting with me!"

"Relationship advisor and her?" Ishaan laughed, "I can agree with the flirting part but, she can't even handle her own relationships, dude!"

"Excuse me?" The girl gasped at Ishaan and he chuckled.

"I think someone doesn't want this engagement to take place!" She snorted.

"Oh come on now, you can't just break up again, Alisha!" Haya winced beside me, "jaldi jaldi ring pehnao Yaar, come on!"

Alisha and Ishaan walked back to the stage again and we watched while they exchanged the rings. All the guests cooed for them and elders went forward to shower them with blessings.

I was pulled out of my trance when warm figures slipped between mine and I turned to look at Haya. She was smiling, yet had tears in her eyes.

"I am sorry," I heard a whisper above the loud, Punjabi music. A tear rolled down her cheek and I instantly raised my hand to wipe it away.

"Don't be," I squeezed her hand tightly and more tears left her eyes.

"We had our share of punishment but what about our share of apology?" She asked and turned to face me, "all I wanted was my job, Shehry. I didn't realise when I became so selfish. I am so sorry!"

"You wanted me to leave you, so we're you purposely annoying me?" I couldn't help but at her that and she ended up chuckling.

"I was. But now I promise to never gatecrash your boys night, I will never break your controllers, I would never call at work and disturb you, and I am not a fan of romance so we can always go out for action or horror films."

I sighed upon hearing her 'promises'. After all, what else does a guy want?

"But if you fall sick, I will be the one making Khichri for you and sitting by your side!" She pointed her index finger at me and I found myself smiling, feeling strangely happy.

"I will sit by you all day long anyway. And I'll eat whatever you will make for every day with no complains!" I told her and slowly pulled her closer.

"Even if it tastes horrible?" She asked and I chuckle. "Even if you forget to add salt and pepper."

"But Promise me you won't ever call me that boo boo crap!" I conditioned and she gasped, instantly stepping way from me.

"What? But It's so cute!"

"No, it's embarrassing and silly!" I finally told her how I really felt about it.

"How dare you call that cute name silly? I picked it for you. Are you calling me silly indirectly?" She smacked my chest and huffed, "fine whatever I won't! Main hoon hi kaun tumhaari?"

And then I felt bad!

"Okay fine, call me whatever you want!" I rolled my eyes.

"No thanks, Geez! Itna bara ehsaan mat karo mujh par," she rolled her eyes, smiling mockingly.

I groaned internally. "I am sorry, Haya! Please?"

"Pakka you won't mind?" She raised an eyebrow at me and I nodded, giving up.

"I love you too!" She shrieked, taking my silence as a yes, and hugged me tightly. I sighed, hugging her back.

Larki koi bhi ho, emotionally blackmail karna uska birth right hota hai!

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FINALLYYYYYYYYYYY

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I swear this book turned out so horrible, if it wasn't for you guys reading and supporting it, I would have taken in out back in December.

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