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Chapter 5.3

Gul's POV

Ye Ibraheem or Hussain kia khichrii paka rae hen? There is definitely something they are hiding from me. ulloo k pathey hen dono.

"Gul Bachey! What happened you aren't eating" Khaloo asked, pulling me out of my thoughts and I looked up at him who was looking at me with concern.

"Nothing Khaloo! I was just thinking about....

"Hussain and Ibraheem?" Khala cut me through with a meaningful glance at me and I gaped at her with my eyes wide as Khaloo chuckled.

"Keh to theek he rahi hen tumhari khala wesey Gul!" khaloo took her side and I rolled my eyes before putting down my spoon in the plate.

"Dost hen merey wo khaloo!"

"uff ye dosti" Khaloo exclaimed. "aesi dosti nai dekhi mein ne yar!" he added dramatically.

"hamari dosti ki ahmeeyat us ki qeemat ap kia janey Fayaz Baboo!" I flaunted a little and they smiled at me. "doobtey ko tinkey ka sahara hoti hea dosti. Traffic jam mein green wala ishara hoti hea dosti...or birthday per gass wala ghubara hoti hea dosti" Khaloo literally clapped and I jerked my collars up boastfully.

"either you think about acting or you think about them two. Kabhi khud ko sheeshey mein dekha hea, kisi terha se lerki nai lagti ho tum" Khala stated and I heaved up a sigh.

"is k liye Fayaz! Lerka nai lerki dhoonde ge" she looked at him who smiled shaking his head, as he took a morsal.

"Tobah tobah!! Khala Khuda ko maney. Daren qayamat se. ap bhiiii?" I asked dramatically and Khaloo chuckled, Khala mockingly rolled her eeys.

"Tension na len Khala mein apney liye na lerka khud dhoond loon gi"

"Kon bhala? Hussain ya Ibraheem?" she asked with a smirk.

"Oh stop it Khala! Wo dono ek number k fattooo hen. Meri choice Robert Downey se kam nai honi" I boasted.

"Hen wo kon hea ub? Koi naya dost ban gaya kia school mein?" Khala asked concerned and I was like...seriously!

"Khala! Tony Stark. Iron man I meant" I made a duh face and she jerked her head disapprovingly.

"Huhn! Mein ne nai banana aesa laal peela damaad. Bijlii se chalney wala" she stated and I chuckled at her cute upset expressions.

"han tumhari khala ko Tom Cruise pasand hea, us jesa koi ho to batao na" Khaloo teased her and she popped her eyes out at him, turning a little blushed in face.

"Ayeee hyeee! Tommmyyy han" I smirked at her who glared at me, trying to hide her grin.

"Finish your meal silently" she stated and I kept a finger over my lips quickly, winking at Khaloo.

"Acha after lunch am leaving for practice Khala, forgot to tell you two" I looked at them as I remembered we three were suppose to practice for the show at Hussain's place.

"Koi zaroorat nai janey ki. Sham mein guests aa rae hen tum ne aj koftey bananey hen merey sath" Khala stated and I looked at her weirdly.

"Koftey? Me? khala darling!! Ap kun chahti hen k mehman sr per jootey rakh ker bhag jaen ap k ghar se?" I asked faking a smile and she heaved up a sigh.

"Gul bachey! Don't get late okay, make it before evening or wo kuch dry fruits aaye thy Kabul se leti jana Asif bhai or bhabi k liye" Khaloo instructed and I smiled nodding my head.

"bus bigharriye dil bhar ker ap" Khala complained.

"Bachi hea" he stated softly taking my side like always and I blew a kiss towards khala, she shook her head disapprovingly.

"Acha khana khatam karo pehley, plate saaf na hui to hilney bhi nai dena mein ne. samjheen?" Khala ordered trying to sound strict and I rolled my lips inward nodding in agreement like an obedient kid.

Ibraheem's POV

Practice ended too late and it was almost evening when I reached back home.

Stepping in my room throwing my bag on the bed I stepped in the washroom and after freshening up I came out.

Mom wasn't home, thankfully. Going down in to the kitchen I found chicken curry in the fridge; aaarrgghhh! I hate it I dunno when she will stop irritating me. Slamming the fridge shut I opened the cabinets checking if there is anything to eat and finally found some cookies.

Ek Hussain ki Mom hen jinhen us k balon mein oil laganey se le ker us ki diet se le ker us ki her choti bacri bat ki fikr rehti hea or ek meri Mom hen.... Am I adopted???

Per adopted to Gul bhi hea. Khala khaloo love her more than their own blood.

Tu hea he bad luck Ibraheem! Maan ja

Made a mug of instant coffee, carrying the jar of cookies I walked up to my room, shutting the door I almost feel in the couch.

Looking at the coffee with distaste I took a sip.

Sometimes I wish I had a sister, atl east khana he garam ker k de deti mujhey, noodles he bana diya kerti or even French fries or anything....

Shaking the thoughts I munched a cookie and placed the mug on the rug near my feet as I picked up my guitar, Hussain and Gul gifted on my 16th birthday. My fingers started strumming the strings.

You're beautiful

You criminal

"Girl you took everything from me

Can't let you go......

Me, Hussain, Gul and a couple of more friends were representing Bronx this year in the Annual Youth Festival, bus Asif uncle ki han ka intizaar tha baki things were all set already.

Past few weeks Hussain couldn't concentrate on his practices at all because of all that Tehreem's drama going on in his mind but since he had put that idiot task over my shoulders he looked back in form.

Tehreem was a nice girl, I dunno why Hussain was so reluctant in all that, they were different from each other but still she was a reasonably nice girl.

Thori introvert hea mager achi hea yar.....

Cuz I can see the tears running down your cheek

I can feel your body so close to me

I can hear the rain dropping at your feet

Cuz your love was gone

Kabhi jo badal barsey mein dekhoon tujhey.....

My cell phone buzzed in my jeans pocket interrupting, halting in the song I took out my phone finding a message notification.

Tehreem bhabi?

A frown spread across my forehead as it was the first time she messaged me, otherwise last both times I initiated a conversation. Opening the message my eyes literally popped out as a big red heart started thumping on the screen.

Hussain's POV

"Kesey kharab ker diye hen bal Hussain! Bilkul khayal nai kertey tum" Mom kept on complaining as she put oil in my hair, I smiled with my eyes shut her fingers caressing my hair and scalp....

Hayeee that feeling.

"achey khasey bal gel laga laga ker berbaad ker diye hen" Mom stated to herself and I chuckled.

"Mom! its fashion" and earned a chapatt over my head.

"Fashion mein to aag lagi hea aj kal k bachon k. Tehreem jitni simple hea janab utney he rangeeley" Mom remarked and the smile turned into a distaste at once.

"to phir merey liye koi merey jesi dhoondni chaiye thi na Mom! huhn!" I jerked my head disapprovingly.

"terey jesi to phir aesi wesei he hoti" Shehry commented and I rolled my eyes. Mom was about to say something when the bell rang.

"Coming!!!" the door got knocked once again as Shehry got up from the sofa and headed towards the door.

"Acha Hussain beta! tumhen Tehreem kesi lagi? Tum ne bataya he nai mujhey" Mom remembered suddenly and my eyes popped out a little, feeling the silent thief inside me getting alert.

"Ummm yeah she is nice. Achi hea. Buhat achi hea" I quickly replied and Mom softly caressed my head.

"Bus Allah tum dono k naseeb behtreen karey. Ameen!" she stated and I mentally rolled my eyes. "Asif buhat khush thy, keh rae thy Hussain samajhdar ho raha hea" she added and I turned, looking at her face.

"Hussain peida he samajhdar hua tha, koi samjhaye Dad ko" I said forcefully. Mom chuckled, slapping my shoulder a little and I smiled.

"Acha chalen na ap champii Karen Mom!" I held her hands and placed them over my head in my hair once again shutting my eyes.

"Bivi nai uthaye gi ye sab nakhrey terey Saley!" suddenly Ibraheem's voice heard and I opened my eyes finding him coming with Shehry in the hall.

"Hello Aunty!" he greeted Mom coming near her.

"Jeetey raho beta! kesey ho tum? Barey din bad chaker lagaya" Mom stated as they both sat on the sofa.

"Bus aunty! Scholarship exam tha and then practice couldn't get time" Ibraheem explained and Mom smiled.

"Hussain! Yar I need those notes, Romeo Juliet waley" he stated.

"Gul k pas hen yar, merey pas to bus snapshots hen, unhi se kam chala le" I told him and he rolled his eyes. Mom was combing my hair with her fingers moving in them softly.

"Hussain! Wah kia chand babu lag raha hea tu yar! Bhalwaal ka Romeo!" Shehry looked at me and I rolled my eyes moving my fingers in my hair messing them up and Mom gasped.

"oho! Acha khasa hair style kharab ker diya" She made a face frowning at me, I got up and sat on the sofa.

"Kia Mom ajeeb beech ki maang nikal ker banda chaparr ganjoo dikhata hea" I stated and they laughed except Mom who got up shaking her head.

"Han karo apni merzi"

"Mom! bahu apni merzi ki la rahi hen ap kam se kam becharey ko hair style he apni merzi ka bana lene den" Shehry remarked faking a smile and I threw a cushion at him.

"Shut up!" he caught it timely, chuckling.

"Ibraheem beta! khana kha ker jana bus nikalne he wala hea" Mom looked at him and he smiled, she walked into the kitchen.

Ibraheem turned looking at me as if was trying to say something, I frowned he looked at Shehry who was busy with his laptop editing our recent video making that ready to upload.

He moved a little closer to me and whispered "ye dekh" and I frowned looking down at the mobile screen he showed me. "For you"

A big red thumping heart was shown on the screen, I looked up at his face finding him smirk.

"tu kab se gay ho gaya?" I asked narrowing my eyes and he chuckled.

"Ye barey piyar se aya hea tery liye, all the way from Pakistan" he stated still in a low voice, I almost snatched his phone and to my surprise it was actually sent by Tehreem.

"What the fried fish!!!" I exclaimed loud, my head spun towards Shehry who was frowning at me suspiciously.

"Umm excuse us!" and with that I literally dragged Ibraheem along with me towards my room.

"Abey kia ker raha hea Saley!" Ibraheem protested as I shut the door at our back, still holding his phone.

"I knew it kuch masla hea us k sath. she is suffering from multiple personality disorder" I stated confirming and he laughed shaking his head.

"Are you mad? She is perfectly fine Hussain. She didn't send this" He told me and I frowned as he took his phone back.

"I got shocked too, you told me she is kinda islami kind of lerki and all that, she didn't text or replied to my texts and then this creepy heart.... but then it got clear."

"Who is Samra?" Ibraheem asked adding.

"Cousin. Why? What happened?"I told him and he smirked.

"Bari chaloo cheez hea teri cousin. She sent this. Wo to bad mein Tehreem ka message aya and she cleared" He stated and I made a face.

"I thought multiple personality disorder ka keh ker jan chura loon ga" I felt hopeless once again and fell into the couch, keeping my laptop in my lap and Ibraheem sat in front of me.

"Wesey she sound a nice girl Hussain. You should give all this, a chance at least"

"Don't talk like Shehry and Dad please!" I looked at him irritated and he huffed up.

"okay leave it! Tell me did uncle permit you for the performance?" Ibraheem asked reminding me about the coming show and I sat straight in the couch.

"I couldn't ask him man!" I made a face and he got up.

"Chal uth! Come and ask him now" he held my wrist and pulled me up.

"Acha Bess was asking for your number. I gave her" Ibraheem stated and I smacked my forehead hard.

"What happened? i thought something is going on between you two." Ibraheem casually mentioned and I slapped his head.

Ibraheem's POV

"Konsa Show?" Asif uncle looked between both of us and I felt Hussain gulped a little.

"Uh Dad wo it's the annual youth festival and our band is going to represent Bronx" he told him hesitantly, Uncle heaved up a sigh.

"Hussain beta! have you ever represented your school in something worth your time and energy?" he asked looking straight at his face, looking at Hussain I could hardly hold my grin.

Sala kitna he superman ban jae Baap k samney phatt jati hea is ki.

"Dad! You know music is our passion" he looked up making innocent face.

"Uncle! It's a great opportunity, a huge platform, trust me schools are dying to take part but only Bronx is selected..." I tried to convince him who still looked untouched.

"Asif! Ub man bhi jaiye. Itney din se mana rahe hen bachey ap ko" we turned finding Aunty walking towards us, holding a tray. I quickly stepped forward and took the tray from her hands, she pressed a motherly smile.

I dunno every time I meet Hussain's mother I fall even deeper in my miseries.

"Or is bar to grades bhi kitney achey aye Hussain k. ub to man jaiye Asif!" Aunty took our side, I handed uncle and aunty their cups and let mine and Hussain's in the tray.

"Please Dad! I will do whatever you will ask for. Promise" Hussain pleaded.

"Me too" I raised my hand up in the air and Aunty chuckled.

"Bat merey man janey ki nai hea, its about their studies. I know this practice is going to cost you people a lot, am warning you" Uncle stated with a frown pointing at both of us.

"Uncle we promise it wont affect our grades, we give you or word" I touched my Adam's apple looking at Hussain wanting his agreement and he idiotically nodded his head in consent.

"Straight As Dad! I promise" Hussain added.

"When is the show?" He asked and Hussain quickly took out a page crumbled badly from his pocket. I rolled my eyes at the state of the form.

"Here. All the details" he handed Uncle the form. Asif uncle wore his specs and looked down at the form giving his cup to Aunty.

I took up my mug and took a sip when Hussain's phone beeped and he took out, frowning down at the screen he tapped.

"mmmuah mmuaah mmmuhaaah..." the sip of coffee was literally about to sprout out of my mouth as I heard those creepy sounds coming out from Hussain's cell phone and my head spun into his direction who was staring down at the screen weirdly and then looked at me.

"Bess?" I mouthed.

"Ye kia tha Hussain?" Aunty asked and both of us looked up at her.

"ummm Mom wo...wo..." he stuttered, who the hell was that?

"billi. Billi hea Ibraheem ki" Hussain stated coming up with the lamest dumbest idea and I frowned hard at him. "Ajeeb ajeeb awazein record kerta rehta hea ye Sala! Apni billi ki" he added chuckling much flushed himself.

Saley! Tu her jaga mujhey he marwaeen....kameeney!lerkiyon k behooda messages tujhey aatey hen or ilzaam meri billi per? Jo hea he nai.

"Bilii?" Aunty inquired confused as she looked at me.

"J-ji Aunty! My cat." I stated smiling. "Really loves him, I think Lucky is missing you Hussain"I looked at Hussain gritting my teeth and he smiled idiotically.

"Changaa nam rakha hea wesey" Hussain stated in a gritted tone and I showed him a punch.

Thanks God Asif uncle was busy reading the form or else me and Hussain were grounded for life.

"Okay I will think about this" Finally uncle looked up from the form, taking off his reading glasses.

"Thank you so much uncle" I smiled happily while Hussain still looked a little grim.

"you say this every time Dad! I know you will refuse at the end" Hussain complained like a kid. Uncle walked towards us and pressed his hand over Hussain's shoulder.

"Hussain beta! maa baap jab kisi kam se mana kerty hen na to wo bachon ki behtri k liye he kertey hen. Werna konsa baap chahey ga k us ka beta khush na ho?" he looked softly at his face. I literally envy Hussain sometimes, having such parents.

"I know you have started taking things seriously in life and even your grades have improved a lot. I know you are doing your best Hussain. I never deny this fact" Uncle stated.

Hussain smiled a little, Uncle patted his shoulder. "and I know you will make us proud one day. hm?"

"I will Dad! I will" Hussain stated and Uncle smiled pulling him into a hug patting his back.

Music kia cheez hea mein apna sab kuch lutaa doon agar aesa baap mil jae mujhey. I looked down, my eyes turning itchy a little when I felt wait over my shoulder and my head shot up finding Aunty smiling warmly at me.

"Chin up son!" she smiled sweetly and I chuckled a little as she embraced me in a motherly hug, a hug I wanted badly in my life

....A few days later....

I scrolled up and a red color thumping heart was shown in my text box, looking down I chuckled again reading her defensive explanations.

I could actually feel her discomfort and embarrassment though she didn't send that heart to me but still she was acting as if it was the worst of the acts and God knows how embarrassed she was.

It was only a heart girl! you need to chill

"Are you sure it wasn't you?" I asked again teasing her, knowing she would be fuming at her friend for sending such a message on her be half.

For few moments I waited she didn't respond, I chuckled at her cuteness. She was indeed the most innocent person I had ever talked to and one day I would love to meet her in person.

"Trust me it was Samra. You know your cousin, she is a little too much" reading her defensive message I smiled at the screen.

She added as I didn't reply. "Why would I send you something like that?"

"Ummm maybe coz you wanted to tell me how much you love me" I entered the text and trust me after a second I realized it was a little more than it ought to.

"No, I don't" she replied instantly.

Ooops! I wasn't expecting that, it hurts man!!!

Sending loads of sad emoticons and crying faces I made a heart breaking into pieces, in return I was expecting a joke or a boastful act or at least a smile but she didn't send any, after a minute of wait what I got was.....

"Am sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you"

For a moment I looked blankly at the screen, why was she so serious? I mean can't she take a joke as a joke? Or maybe she doesn't even know I was joking.

"Its okay Tehreem! I know you don't love me this is too early for love I think, I was kidding girl!" I typed and entered feeling a little bored my self.

I can't blame Hussain at all. This girl was a little off beat I agree with him.

"Tehreem! Can I ask you something?" after a minute of no response I texted.

"Ji. Sure"

"Do you have a boy friend? Or did you ever have one?"

And once again I got to wait for a couple of minutes which I spent sending stupid emoticons but she didn't reply.

"No" it finally came.

"I never even talked to a boy before" she added and to be honest I was expecting something near to this. This wasn't news.

"why?" I asked.

"I don't feel like" she responded and I frowned.

"I think I can survive without even talking to boys, this act is unnecessary and nonsense for me as well" she added, for the first time I felt she was being a little blunt.

"Why nonsense?" I asked again, I seriously didn't get that. Talking to a boy...how can this be nonsense?

"Because this mare talking turns into something nonsense eventually, something that is prohibited, wrong, even immoral. I have seen this around me, you must have as well Hussain!" I read, it was odd being called by someone else's name.

"mein ne dekha hea aesa hotey. Pehley batein hoti hen phir batein he barh ker mulaqaton mein badal jati hen, things turn heatup and then you can't put a stop to them" she added.

"acha chalo then I will make sure k tum mujh se koi aesi wesi batein na karo. I will put a stop at you, don't worry" with a wink I entered.

"Yeah! I pray to Rabb for the same" she responded again in a very serious way.

"Tum Allah ki her bat manti ho na?" I asked out of aewaeen wali curiosity.

"we are humans Hussain! We aren't angels; we can only try our best to act upon what He orders us to. So yes, I try my best too" I read and heaved up a sigh.

"Baki Rabb meherban hea, maaf ker dene wala. Inn Shaa Allah" she added.

"hmmm."

"So what are your hobbies?" I asked changing the topic. I was getting bored a little more.

"I like reading and walking and now days the best thing I surf my time in, is my hifz. Alhamdulilah"

"You are doing hifz?" I asked amazed.

"Am trying" she replied making me smile for a strange odd reason.

One thing was sure, she was really humble, and unlike girls I have met in life who are boastful at even the poop they do...she was different.

"Ap ki hobbies kia hen?" she asked, OH MY GOD!!! She asked me something....am I still on planet earth????

"I like music, love spending time with me buddies I mean my guitars and drums and other than that I like being with me friends and I like fighting with Mom, in fact we fought just a couple of hours back" I entered, for a few moments she didn't respond at all.

Did I say something haram?

"I fight with Ma sometimes, she acts really stubborn like yesterday it took me a total half hour making her gulp a syrup. She was so reluctant, bilkul bachi hen wo" I read.

Her reply made ma laugh, mine is not a bachiiii at all and trust me Tehreem our reasons are hell different in this case.

"Sahee kehtey hen ek waqt tak humein Maa baap ki zaroorat hoti hea but a time comes when they start needing us more, Maa Baap bhi bachey ban jatey hen phir humein unki care kerna hoti hea. Un k nakhrey uthaney hotey hen...but its fun, I like doing it" I read, re read...re read.

Pata nai q, us ka jawab perh ker I felt bad, strange, I felt like telling her not every Mom is the same, come out of your bubble.

"What if your Mom hates you?" I typed.

"No mom can hate her kid" she replied and I rolled my eyes, you are living in a balloon of your own utopia Miss Tehreem Sultan!

"Mothers are all alike, they just love us unconditionally" she added.

"Phir bhi, suppose k tumhari Maa tum se piyar na kerti ho, irritate kerti ho, her waqt dant'ti ho.... Phir kia karo gi tum?" I asked.

"Ajeeb sawal kiya hea apne, I have never thought like this" she stated, I could sense her discomfort in her words.

"I dunno maybe agar aesa kuch hota to mein bhi apni Mom se naraz rehti, un se bat na kerti ya lerti jhagerti but one thing is sure, ye sab kuch ghalat hota Hussain! Mein ghalat kerti aesa ker k. gunah kerti"

"Matlab?" I asked.

"Matlab k Maa Baap to dant'ty he hen, gussa bhi hote hen, martey hen even, but we, being their kids aren't suppose to shout at them, fight with them or to yell at them. This is out of question thing" she responded.

"per mein to naraz ho jata hoon Mom se, lerta bhi hoon I shout as well. Mein to pakka dozhakh mein janey wala hoon yar!" I chuckled as I typed.

"kon dojakh mein jaye ga or kon jannat mein, me and you aren't suppose to decide that Hussain! Rabb k kam Rabb he janey"

"Han mager Maa baap k samney to uff bhi kerne ki ijazat nai, lerna ya chillana to door ki bat hea" she added and I couldn't respond after that. Leaning in with the bed post I just stared at the screen.

"And have you ever told your Mom that you hate her?"

"Why would I say so? I love my Mom Hussain!" I chuckled sarcastically reading her response.

Yeah! Because your Mom loves you girl.

"And I don't love her because she loves me, I love her because she is my mother, I love her because my Rabb says so. I love her because she gave birth to me and brought me up, sacrificing a lot... she spent restless days and sleepless night in bringing me up Hussain! I can't even repay that one night she stayed up for me when I was too young to help myself"

How can she reply to my thoughts????

"Wo mujh se muhabbat na kerteen mein tab bhi un se muhabbat kerti"

Suddenly I started feeling restless.

Wo janti he kia hea merey barey mein, ya meri Maa k barey mein. Kuch bhi nai.

Merey jesi Maa ho uski to saari zindagi bus uff uff he kerti rahe.

I feel like ending the conversation.

"Hussain! I got to go. Ma called. Apna khiyal rakhiye ga and give my salam to all at home" her message came and I leaned a little forward looking at the screen.

"or ek aakhri bat" I was typing when she added so I stopped in the middle.

"whenever I talk even a little harsh with Ma I feel restless for whole of that day, so I can feel what you must be going through" I was shocked to see her message, how could she talk about what exactly I was feeling at the moment.

"but its not a big issue, just go and hug your Mom, help her in the kitchen or maybe kiss her forehead and tell her you are sorry. Tell her you love her most in the world and trust me she will forgive you and you will feel the best" with a happy face she entered and I just stared at the screen.

"Allah hafiz!!" I couldn't even reply to her, she went offline after a minute I couldn't say even bye to her.

Hug her? Kiss her? My Mom? I don't remember when I did anything like that to her.....

Ch! Pagal hea ye lerki, sab ko apni terha samajhti hea, khud ki life to jannat hea isey lagta hea sab he jannat mein rehtey hen. Huhn! How would she understand.....

Shaking my head I almost threw my laptop away and fell back in the bed. My eyes were burning; itching, all of a sudden I started feeling tired and lethargic.

And I decided I am not gonna talk to her any more....

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Now get up walk up to your Mom or Dad and just hug them for once, for me.... :)

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