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Chapter # 3 

"Oye Heeriyeee!!!!"

"Kithey nass gai ae? Phara de menoo toliya is ton peley k qulfi ban javey meri ithey" I rolled my eyes pulling the sleeve down in Arham's arm and he giggled like a little girl keeping his palm in front of his mouth. I furrowed my eyebrows asking him the reason.

"Daddy sounds funny whenever he is in the bath" he remarked and I smiled, shaking my head as I neatly combed his long thick hair.

"Mom! I like them messy" he complaint and was about to mess up his hair when I quickly grabbed his wrist popping my eyes out at him, mockingly.

"Chup! messy k bachey! Apney size wali batein kiya karo Mr!" I stated and he pouted. "itney se hen nai, abhi se fashion mein sailaab aaya hua hea janab k. Baap jitney ho jao ge to NewYork ki lerkiyon ko kesey bachaoon gi tum se?" I scolded him pretending to be angry and he rolled his big brown eyes.

Like father like son....dono he nai sudher saktey

"mujhey agley 5 seconds mein taoliya na mila na to mein ne bahir nikal aana hea. Am warning you Mrs." Shehry yelled again and I huffed up, Arham giggled again and I eyed him he quickly placed his index over his mouth pressing his lips together firm.

"Stop shouting Shehry! Am coming. Can't you wait for a minute?" I growled in irritation as he kept on bombarding me from inside the bath.

"Mom! where is my console? Did you find it?" Arham asked, reminding me I had to find his game controls which I completely forgot and I smacked my forehead.

"ch! Mom! I want them. I want them now" he insisted making a face as if was about to cry.

"Arey koi Allah ka banda toliya pharaa de menoooooo. Ajj te shaheed ho jawan ga mein" Shehry ranted even louder and I literally felt like punching both father and son.

"Go ask Dado. Unhon ne rakhey honge sambhal ker" I tried to shoo Arham away as I didn't know where I placed them and he would make a racket here in no time.

"itney din se keh raha hoon abhi tak nai dhoondey" he made a face and jumped down the bed. Rolling his eyes once again he marched out from the room.

"Han han! Maa to machine hea na, Abaa ji wahan se chilla rae hen or beta yahan hukum chala raha hea. Huhn!"

"Hayee-e-e-e thannd-d-d! Ammiii jaaa-a-an" I took out a towel from the rack in the dressing room when I heard him chattering teeth on purpose. I walked towards the door and knocked.

The door slightly opened and he peeped out his face a little.

"Why so quick? Jao jao! Come back tomorrow. Tab tak mein ander ludiyan daal loon " he stated sarcastically, with his eyes popping out and I rolled mine.

"Shehry! Am not a machine okay neither an octopus. Apko to na kisi superwoman se shadi kerni chaiye thi" I bombarded him back and then glared at the water dripping from his hair falling down on the carpet messing it up.

"Oye herriye! Inna gussa changaa ni Honda. Kadi hans vi liya karo" he cheesed and pulled his hand out for the towel when I stepped back keeping it to myself.

"You want this?" I showed him the towel and he rolled his eyes.

"No, I want you inside" even his seriousness had that smirk and I tried hard to keep the giggle plus blush inside.

"Stop calling me Heeriye otherwise no towel" I warned him and he pulled his face a little more out from the door.

"Kadi vi ni" he countered stubbornly making me frowned. "ae te mein tenoo piyar nal kena wan na Heeriye!" he smiled cheekily.

"Mein Raanjha tera tu Heer meri, hamari muhabbat ki misaal de gi duniya...or kia chaiye?" he added giving his usual idiotic logic.

"Okay then Mr. Ranjha! Enjoy the winters" I faked a smile and even before his expressions could change I threw the towel at my back and turned to leave.

"NO!" he exclaimed but I didn't care and turned to leave. "Ayesha! Ayesha! yar wait!....

I had barely took a step when his arm snaked around my waist, my back crashed on to his bare chest and my gasp was lost in my throat as his hand cover my mouth. I could feel my back turning wet against his body.

"mm" I tried to push him away but he kept me firm to himself and my protest mumbled into his cold palm over my lips.

"Baby! You know you can't fight with me but these little tantrums of yours. They never fail to turn me on" he whispered huskily against my ear and despite all the chummy chummy feelings I wanted to punch him hard for being this much romantic so openly....

What if Arham comes and....shitttt!

Something inside me panicked, I was about to bite on to his palm when his hand moved down slowly.

"Shehry! What the hell is this? Arham aa jae ga" I hissed without turning, and heard him chuckled at my back.

I tell you I have got the most unbelievable kinda husband....

"Then don't move" he whispered against my nape and his lips pressed deep onto my skin. I gulped down with my eyes flutter shut unknowingly and they opened back when I felt my dupatta being slid out from my neck.

Till the moment I realized what just happened and turned, Shehry was already in the bathroom slamming the door shut I could hear him laughing from inside while I was fuming outside

"Shehry! mera dupatta do mujhey" I banged on the door.

"Shehry! You are grounded okay" I yelled pointing my index up for no reason as he couldn't look at my angry gestures.

"oye Heeriye! Na ker gussa" he stated in between laughing. "marr jaye gi kisi din"

"Yar wesey kamal hea! Kitna soft hea tumhara dupata, I wonder why I ever used the damn towel" he added and I kicked on the door earning a gwaf from inside.

"Shehry! Tumhari na khair nai aaj. Tum bahir aao zara dekhti hoon phir"

"Abhi he dekh lo. Aa jaoon kia aesey he?" he asked threatening and I literally took a step back, knowing my husband's courage.

"Geela ker diya mujhey sara" I felt like eeiieewww feeling my shirt wet from the back and he chuckled.

"Aaa jao tumhen bhi sukha doon?" he asked smugging and I rolled my eyes.

"pata nai wo konsa din tha jab Mama Baba ne mujhey tumharey sath biyah diya" I yelled on the door trying to bring up as much angry tone as I could.

"bara he ba-barkat jummey ka din tha...or rat ka to pooch he na. kia suhani rat thi uffff!" he perfectly knew how to oil my anger, but despite all the fumes I smiled at his cheap filmy tone and he won again like always.

And once again my anger lost against his smile.

Fariya's Pov

I walked through the different corridors, every now and then looking my reflection in to the glass windows passing by, confirming I was looking perfect for the occasion; after a lot of hardwork and struggle I could actually turn my Mother's old dupatta into a shirt, after eating up my maid's brain to stitch it as I wanted that to be.

So now it was an awesome lightly embellished blood red kurta with matching cigarette pants. I wore my mother's kolha poori and her earrings, put on lipstick and a little blush on along with applying mascara to my eye lashes.

Mom was long gone but still in all these things I could feel her presence...her warmth.

Am I looking like a barat ki dulhan? I stopped and looked at my reflection in the window pane as I noticed many eyes gazed me, few stared me and a few even frowned in awe or maybe disgust I dunno.

With my fingers I set those long wavy locks back to their place hanging over my shoulders and with a long deep breath I plastered a smile on my face trying to ignore all the nervousness, those idiot butterflies doing gymnastic in my tummy.

Holding the bunch of flowers in my hand I walked confidently towards Hussain's office.

Reaching on the door I knocked and waited for him to reply but he didn't, with a frown on my forehead I knocked again. Still no response.

I saw him going into his office...so gaye kia?

Thinking this I slowly touched the knob and turning it round pushed the door, moving a little forward I peeped inside and found him sitting behind the table.

What is he doing?

Trying to make as less noise as I could, I stepped inside and walked ahead. Hussain was sitting on the prayer mat with his hands resting form over his knees and head hung low, he was wearing a white neatly knitted cap on his head.

He is praying? Of which time? I frowned, it wasn't the time for the noon prayer yet.

Silently I moved forward so that I could look at his face but even after standing almost in front of him I couldn't look at his face it was hung too low, I looked down at his hand the index of his right hand moved up.

I don't know what got into me I knelt down in my place, tilting my head a little down I tried to see his face and my heart skipped a beat; his face was soaking and only then I realized his breaths were a little ragged I could listen to them.

Slowly his head pulled up only a little as he moved his face to his right stayed there for a few seconds and then to left, I could see his lips moving....or trembling?

"Hi!" he looked up at me, I chirped waving my hand but his expressions made me gulp down instantly, as he got up over his feet holding the prayer mat. I was still over my knees in front of him.

"folding his prayer mat a sudden frown appeared on his forehead. "what? Get up or you want me to call a crane or something?" he asked and I giggled, but that soon faded coz man! He was serious han!

I got up on my feet and with a wide smile on my face and I raised the bunch of red roses towards him.

"When somebody is praying you do not stand or sit or move or walk in front of him or her" he stated, his gaze was a little stern. He totally ignored the flowers.

"Okay. I will take care onwards" I smiled broad, though he was still serious.

"Happy valentines day" I chirped excitedly, despite the groans in my tummy.

His gaze was calm, he didn't even frown this time as he looked down and threw a general glance on the flowers before he turned and walked away making me pout as I still stood there holding the flowers like an idiot up in the air

"I don't celebrate such stuff" it was a rough dry response.

"But I do and trust me it is just a way of spreading happiness Hussain.....

And before I could say more his head spun into my direction, his eyes had a strange emotion making my palms a little sweaty.

"Sir!" he stated correcting me. "Sir nai kehna pasand to bhai keh liya karo, I won't mind" he added casually and I gaped at him

"Ap bhai nai hen merey" I blurted out confidently as I stepped towards him.

"Oh really? So what I am? May be like an uncle to you. Right? So I won't mind that either" he was acting oblivious on purpose now.

"No, not an uncle, not a brother.... I like you" I stated gulping a little and he blinked only once, I couldn't read his expressions though I was dying to know what was going on inside his head and heart.

"I lov...

"ENOUGH!" Hussain yelled, with a frown deep dug on his broad forehead. His fuming gaze begged me to step back but my heart wanted to protest.

"Fariya Kareem! I respect your father a lot, and I respect you being a student of this school but it doesn't mean that I will stand here smiling t your nonsense" he spated.

"This is not nonsense this is love" I stated firmly. "and no matter you stop me from confessing. I do love you" I added looking into his eyes, for a few moments he stayed silent his face muscles stern and tensed.

He was a little too tall for me...

"Out!" he tilted his head a little as his pointed towards the door. "and next time don't you ever dare to enter in my office without my permission. You get that?" with that he walked to the door and opened it wide for me.

"You can't do this to me" I fought back those tears wanted to jump out.

"I can. Now out!" with his jaws tensed he snapped again.

And before he could throw me out from his office I spoke my heart out. "Marry me"

Hussain's Pov

"What????"

I couldn't believe my ears, for a moment I went speechless, completely befuddled by what I just heard.

It became even harder to look at her face, for some unknown reasons I felt ashamed of myself, embarrassed. I tried to stay calm and gestured her to leave.

"I don't have anything to say. Just leave my office"

"kuch to kahiye" for a moment I looked up at her face, her cheek had a tear or two and I swear I never hated anyone crying that much before in my life, her tears made me angrier.

"Ap mujhey buhat achey lagtey hen"

"tum ne suna na mein ne kia kaha? Nikal jao bahir is se pehley k mein kuch aesa ker bethoon jis k bad tumhen pachtawa ho." I glared at her but she remained there and with a little sniffle she walked towards me instead of stepping out she came face to face me.

Kia koi sharam haya nai thi us mein? Kia ub bhi wo meri ankhon mein dekh ker bat kerne k qabil thi? I don't know I was amazed or disgusted but she was something else.

"I know why you are behaving like this" with the back of her hand she rubbed her cheek and I frowned. "Because am too young, right?" she asked and I realized why she was asking all those questions about Hazrat Ayesha and our prophet's marriage and their age issues in my last lecture.

"When our prophet didn't bother about the age before marrying Ayesha then...

"Hazrat Ayesha" my anger was reaching to its peak as I cut her through. "and what did you say? Bother? Are you even in your senses?"

"Q? wo to missal hen na sab k liye phir jab wo ker saktey thy to ap q nai ker sakty mujh se shadi?"

"Fariya! before I lose my temper any more please get out" my voice raising now. "you have ashamed me to the extent where I can't even face myself. Please chali jao" I tried to control my temper.

"But I love y...

She raised the flowers up towards me when I felt like bursting up in rage and before I could stop myself from anything I would regret later my hand unknowingly snatched the bunch from her hand and I threw it out of my office. "Shut up! And just get out"

I looked at her and I swear I would have thrown her out from my office too but I halted in my track as I found her staring above my shoulder with her eyes wide open and facial expressions lost. I followed her gaze and there I was....

A half dozen students in the corridor staring into our direction, I could clearly see mockery and sarcasm in there creepy smiles as they whispered to eachother in a meaningful way and a few even gaped looking at the flowers on the floor.

Gulping down I looked back at the idiot standing there expecting her to be in sobs or something but to my surprise there wasn't even a tear.

And before I could understand she walked past me, her shoulder brushed across mine as she stepped out from the door and kept her hands over her waist.

Shittt! Ye koi or drama karey gi ub

"what are you people staring at han? We have opened a circus here for useless assess like you all? Fuck off!" my hands fisted in extreme frustration as she bombarded them and just then I saw Maha almost running towards us.

"She is strange I told ya"

"Weird psychopath she is honestly"

"What was she doing with that teacher?"

The little crowd scattered murmuring, hissing they got a good topic for their gossips.

"Fariya! what.....what happened here? You okay? and why are you dressed like...." Maha grabbed her elbow asking in concern, with her gaze full of confusion.

"Mr. Hussain?" Fariya bent down collecting the flowers when Maha looked at me questioningly.

Just when I was about to say something I felt somebody cleared his throat at my back and turning around I found professor Mustafa standing there; Biology teacher and an excellent drama creator. He knew how to make a mount out of a mole hill.

"All fine here?" he asked looking meaningfully at us three.

"Yeah! Alhamdulilah Mustafa bhai! All fine" I tried to press a smile but I couldn't and he with a glance of suspicion reluctantly left.

"Am not feeling well am going home" Fariya got up holding the flowers close to herself, announcing this she stepped ahead in the corridor without listening to Maha's calls at all and she looked back at me, glaring her for a moment I stepped back in my office trying to get out of what just happened.

Maha's Pov

"she is your friend Maha! almost half of my age and look at her audacity" I could feel disgust in his tone, he wasn't even looking at my face.

"I don't understand what has gone wrong with this generation? I mean she is hardly an adult and she proposed a teacher double her age" he looked at me disbelief evident in his tone, on his face.

"What do you people even think of marriage? Mazak samjha hea k koi bhi nazer ko acha laga or sath chalney ko tayyar ho gaye"

"Bhai!" I stepped towards him and held his hand softly, I could feel him tensed.

"I told you Maha! I told you usey samjhao... mein soch bhi nai sakta tha wo ye sab... I mean ...

"Its okay Bhai! Relax!" I held him by his arms, he looked completely lost. "wo thori pagal hea Bhai! But us ki ghalti nai hea"

"Meri ghalti hea phir? Did I ever give her or any other girl such gestures that they come up to my office with flowers and marriage proposals" he fired back and I nodded my head trying to calm him down but he looked depressed.

Hussain bhai who never gave a damn about things around him was worried because a girl proposed him...ha! This would happen who would have thought.

"Nai bhai apki koi ghalti nai hea Fariya hea he aesi wo thori disturbed hea I mean..." I took a pause as he looked up at my face with a frown.

"she is motherless and her step Mom is extremely weird and pathetic Bhai! I wonder Kareem Sir kesey rehtey hen un k sath" I told him and he remained silent.

"usey kia theek hea kia ghalat kuch pata nai chalta. Shaid is liye k kabhi kisi ne use ferk bataya he nai" I added.

"I feel pity for her Bhai! The only thing she craves for is love" the frown on his forehead slowly faded. "or us k liye wo weird tareekey apnati hea, ub ap pasand aa gaye hen janab ko" I stated disapprovingly.

"maybe I shouldn't have yelled at her" he moved his hand through his hair in depression. "but I just got so startled, so shocked that I just couldn't get what to do with her" he looked up at my face and I rested my palm over his chest.

"mein namaz perh raha tha jab wo..wo ek dum se merey samney aagai I swear namaz mein mujhey samajh nai aya mein karoon kia. I was completely....

"it's okay Bhai! Its okaaaay!" I stroked his chest softly trying to hush him up. He rolled his tongue over his dried lips.

"Acha pani peejiye!" I was about to walk towards the dispenser in his office when he stopped me holding my elbow.

"Am fasting Maha!"

"Oh! I forgot am sorry" I realized suddenly, his expressions soften as he held my hands and looked into my eyes.

"No. I am sorry. I yelled at you"

"ohooo! Sorry worry ko mariye goliye bus ap pareshan mat huiye or jahan tak sorry ki bat hea to what about an ice cream apology? Tonight? At Tutti fruity?" I raised my eyebrow keeping my expressions serious and he smiled ruffling my hair.

"Done Princess!"

I giggled and snaked my arms around his waist giving him a quick wala hug.

Hussain's Pov

For next half hour I remained inside my office, my heartbeats were still upset as her face kept on flashing across my mind.

"maybe I shouldn't have reacted that way. I should have tackled the situation in a better way" I smacked my fist a little on the table in front of me.

I pity him Bhai! The only thing she craves for is love

I felt extremely bad for her and moreover for how I behaved, I threw her flowers on the floor.

"wo to bachi hea na-samajh hea. Mujhey usey tareekey se samjhana chaiye tha.... Kia soch rai ho gi wo"

Teachers are role models, students follow us blindly and this is how I reacted.

why on earth I shouted at her?

For how long I will keep on affecting my present because of my past... aakhir kab tak?

Shaid tab tak jab tak k wo yadein wo batein...wo sab mera peecha nai chor deteen.

I felt restless; my heart wasn't at peace at all.

10 years back....

I purposely sat on the chair closer to her table where she was sitting with Samra and a few more class mates...not to mention all were girls.

"so what kind of a man you want?"a girl asked Samra and she stretched her arms wide dreamily, with a smile on her face.

"bus koi aesa ho jo meri neend chain sukoon sab le jaye"

"how would you live then if he will take all this with himself Samra! Allah se achey ki dua mangtey hen aesi batein nai kertey. Allah na karey tumhara chain sukoon koi le jaye" Tehreem scolded in her as always cute way I could hardly control my laughter as Samra made a face rolling her eyes at her innocent friend.

"ufff! Kamli he hea tu vi kuriye!" Samra smacked her head where her purple hijab was covering her hair like always.

Sometimes I used to wonder what her hair looked like; I don't know why this attire of her made me fall even harder for her.

"what I meant is that I want a guy who would love me so much, make me forget the whole world" Samra explained and she shook her head disagreeing with her.

"but I don't want such a guy" Tehreem stated almost to herself.

"insaan ki muhabbat fana ker deti hea Samra!. Muhabbat to bus Rabb se ki jati hea; be-los muhabbat, be-gharz muhabbat, pakeeza shaffaf muhabbat" she stated looking into space, sun rays falling her face making her look even angelic.

"oye madam! Even Allah has asked us to get married and love and live our life. Rabb se muhabbat karo kon rok ra hea mager is ka matlab ye to nai na k tum shaid he nai karo. Muhabbat he nai karo" Samra disagreed and Tehreem shrugged her shoulders, looking back on her mug.

"acha ye bata tujhey kesa banda chaiye?" she asked mischievously and Tehreem smiled simply. My heartbeats sped up for strange reasons and I felt every inch of me was eager to know the answer.

"seedha saadha aam sa aadmi jo bhaley dikhney mein koi stud na ho mager dil ka baadshah ho" I smiled down at my sandwich, placed untouched for last 15 minutes.

"Koi aesa shaks ji k peechey chal ker mein apney Rabb k or nazdeek ho jaoon. Koi aesa shaks jo mera hath tham ker mujhey jannat mein le jae." Tehreem added and for a moment I stared her face .

Was I that man? Kia mein tha us qabil? Kia mein wo Hussain tha jis ka khuwab us ki aankhon mein panap raha tha?

"And trust me Samra! Hussain buhat achey hen" her voice made me jump out of my thoughts. Her words felt like a slap on my face and I looked down.

....

A sudden knock on the door made me jump out from my thoughts and i rubbed my face with my palms.

"Come in!"

"Dean Sir is calling you in his office" His PA informed me and i nodded my head.

I hope he didnt come to know about all that drama.

Shehry's Pov

My gaze was fixed upon her eagerly waiting for her to find that in the cupboard or maybe up till now she had already found that but she seemed upset so chances are she didn't get that yet.

I stood there while she kept on stacking the cloths, hanging my shirts and coats ignoring me completely as if she didn't even know I was there at her back.

After a couple of minutes she slammed the door shut and turned walking into the room and walked past me casually not even looking at me.

Hen? Inna nakhra?

Pata nai konse vitamins kha ker aunty ne paida kiya tha isey.... Huhn!

Clearing my throat purposely a little louder I walked towards her.

"Ayesha! you done with the cupboard?" I asked hesitating and she looked at me with a frown.

"Yeah! You want something?" she asked casually.

"Um nai wo...wo actually" I scratched my neck when she sighed.

"if you don't have anything important to say why don't you let me work Shehry?" she asked and literally shoving me away she stepped towards the bed, setting the bed cover.

Huhn! Mom kehti hen Arham ko company ki zaroorat hea... ye sara waqt bed covers theek kerne mein he lagai gi to Arham k liye company mein internet se download karoon ga?

"Ayesha! I need my trouser" I called her but she didn't budge.

"in the cupboard" she stated and walked out of the room. Feeling annoyed I walked in the dressing room and almost burst the door open, I was about to take out my trouser when my gaze caught sight of a red rose.

A frown appeared on my forehead.

But I placed orchids as she liked.... Not a Rose.

The stem was tied up with a ribbon into a simple small cute bow, there was a card under that I picked it up, a broad wide smile spread on my face as I read:

Happy Valentines Day....

My heart skipped a beat when I heard she cleared her throat at my back mimicking my tone and I turned, finding her leaning with the door frame with her eyebrow raised up as she crossed her arms at her front.

"I thought you didn't get the flowers I put in the cupboard" I scratched the back of my neck as she stepped towards me.

"I did" she came and stood right in front of me. "Happy valentines Day" with her palms resting over my chest she smiled and I couldnt help but smile even wider.

"Happy Valentines day to you too Heeriye!" I leaned in a kissed the tip of her nose.

"Nakhrey buhat dikhati ho tum wesey" I stated making a face and she giggled.

"Q na dikhaoon? Yad hea na jis rat propose kiya tha bola tha k sari umer mujh...

"K sari umer tumhen tumharey gussey, nakhrey or is na khatam honey waley attitude k sath muhabbat karoon ga" I cut her through remembering something I said almost a decade back. Ayesha smiled her eyes twinkled as her fingers touched my cheek, tracing along with my jawline.

"And you kept your promise Shehry!" she stated and I smiled.

"Muhabbat ki hea janab koi aam gal ni hea Heeriye!" I flaunted and she made a cute pouty face.

"Don't call me that" she pouted with a frown."Why?" I asked.

Her gaze lowered as she played with my button with her fingers not looking up at my face. "ye sab Laila Majnoo or Heer Ranjha na jinxed hen" she explained and I frowned, she looked up at my face rolling her eyes.

"oho Shehry! kabhi heer or Ranjha bhi ek huye hen?nai na to bus phir Allah na karey hum kabhi bhi juda hon" she added and I chuckled a little.

Holding her waist from sides I pulled her into myself and she giggled before looking into my eyes.

"hum to ek ho gaye hen meri Jan! balkey ek kia hum to teen ho gaye hen Masha Allah" I stated and she chuckled, and the rested her elbow up at my shoulder.

"teen se char nai hona kia?" she asked acting innocent and I raised my eyebrow, she bite her lower lip holding her smile.

"irada to naik hea, is bar char kia paanch he ho jaen mein kehta hoon. ek teer do shikaar" I smirked and she giggled, blushing in face and pulled back her elbow.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Arham's screams made us pull back and we stepped out.

"Ki hoya ae? Kithey lag gai agg? Daddy tera fire brigade vich? Ki rola paya wa ae?" I asked looking down at the little rascal who looked up at me frowning keeping his hands at the sides of his waist.

"What happened Arham?" Ayesha asked kneeling down in front of him.

"o! dass vi dey hunn ki peri peri shaklen bana ra ae?" I asked him and he looked back at me with his little arms crossed at his torso.

"you said vanantines day is for Mummy and Daddy. You lied" he made a face as he stated and Ayesha looked at me holding her grin.

"Arham! Daddy was right" I tried to convince him.

"No I saw it on TV" he stated and I looked up at Shehry horrified.

"oye half ticket! What did you watch on TV?" Shehry knelt down in front of him as well as he asked.

"I saw them celebrating the vanantines day; Mag was giving a red rose to Lilly and they kissed" Arham explained innocently. "but Lilly is not his Mummy. She is his girl friend daddy!" he added as if was correcting his father and I kept my fist over my mouth trying not to laugh as Shehry turned crimson.

"Khotey! Ja ja ker zara apney Maulvi chachoo nu dass vanantines da putter!" Shehry held his hands and clasped them both at his back as he picked him up in his arms and Arham cracked up laughing loud.

"Don't tell chachoo" Arham pleaded in between laughter as Shehry rocked him hard while I stood there chuckling, looking at both of them laughing like total crazies.

guys soon sooon very soon the past will be started disclosing ;) decoding in front of you :D so just chilllll :*

till then I love you :*

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