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*Chapter Three : I Don't Want To Marry *

 " Hana POV "

After One Month 

LOCATION PAKISTAN 

I waved at my friends and bid them, "I will see you tomorrow guys."

Today, I was all alone. My best friend, Misha, was absent, and I was feeling lonely and empty, so I decided to come home early. My university was situated near the Main University Road, and it was roughly one hour drive to my house. I looked at my surrounding. An old age woman, donned in abaya, was sitting near me.

Many women were sitting in front of me. There was a barrier inside the bus, which separated the men's and women's compartment. Abruptly, a conductor approached me and asked, "Your ticket, ma'am?

I slightly nodded and gave the conductor my ticket. The bus ride was quite boring; also, my university classes were monotonous. I really missed Misha. I would try to call her once I get to my house. With this thought, I took another bus from Sadar. After thirty minutes, I was standing at my house's porch.

My mother's genuine smile widened as she replied, "Walaikum assalam, my doll. How are you?"

"I'm fine, Mom. I'm just tired. What's for lun...?" I stopped in my mid-sentence as I entered the living room.

My mother's friend was plopped in the living room. I looked at her shyly and said, "Assalamu alaikum, Aunty."

"Walaikum assalam beti (daughter), you have grown up so well."

I didn't reply and went to my room with a sheepish smile.
 
As I stepped into my room's threshold, I heard my mother's friend's voice saying, "She's still shy from me."

I shook my head. Of course, I was shy from her. She wanted to make me her bahu (daughter in law).

I dropped my bag near my bed, and, with a huff, I slumped on the bed while flickering my eyelids shut

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My heart's a stereo 

it beats for you so listen close

Here My thoughts....

While rubbing my eyes I picked up my ringing phone 

"Hello?"

I heard a lively voice from the other side, "Hana!"

"Yes Misha?"

"How are you?"

"I'm fine. I had survived a day without you."

"Aww! You missed me."

"So, what are you doing?"

I was going to answer her question when someone had knocked on my door. "Wait Misha."

"Yeah sure."

I hold her call and said, "Come in."

My mother was standing holding a food tray. I turned my face. It was three p.m. currently. Oh, I had overslept. Rubbing my eyes, I – with a grateful smile – stood up and took my food tray from my mother's hand. "Thanks Mom."

My mother kissed my forehead and asked, "So, what were you doing?"

I placed the tray on my nightstand, grabbed my phone, and replied, "I was talking to Misha."

My mother shook her head and come near my bed. She sat beside me and asked, "You know my friend Misbah, right?"

She was talking about her friend which I met earlier. With a furrowed eyebrows, I answered dubiously and cautiously, "Yes I know. What about her?"
 
"She was asking for your hand–"

"My hand?"

". . . for her son "

I knew it. She wanted to make me her bahu. She was always so sweet to me. Whenever she saw me, it was like she was drooling.

"I can't marry mother, yet."

Looking perturbed, my mother asked me, "Why not?"

"I have to complete my studies."

"You will be completing your master's degree in December. What else do you want to complete?"

Okay that's true! "I haven't met her son."

"We will arrange this. You have to give this relation a chance, at least."

"Mother, I don't know."

"Well, your father . . . wants this, too."

My mother knew how much I care and love my father. I was literally daddy's girl.

With a heaved sigh, I asked, "When I have to meet him?"

"Tomorrow."

to be continued 

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Fun fact :  Yes I'm papa's little girl

The image of bus that I used is the local bus of Pakistan. You can also find many advance buses too. The reason of using this image is its very unique type and decorated by drivers themselves

 
The name of places I used in this chapter is located in Karachi, Pakistan

Yes, my best friend's nick name is Misha

I have my own room as I mentioned in this chapter.

Finally, no, I'm not getting marry and whatsoever.

This part is fiction