Assalam-o-Alaikum!!!

Chapter 5.9

Haya's POV

"Dad! I want to go alone. I hate it when some one interferes in my privacy and that man is seriously a little too nosy"

"Shehry is a nice boy Haya! Stop judging everyone around you" dad complaint and I looked away from his face, annoyed, irritated.... With the fact that now I had a double trouble. Pehley bus Visa ka masla tha ub wo Shehry bhi sr per swaar ho jaye ga. Why can't I go alone?

"Haya beta! your Mom was right okay you need to get more social. You are only 20, why do you behave like a 40 already?" Dad continued as I stayed quiet, looking out from the windscreen.

"I dunno Dad! I just don't like strangers, and you know this" half heatedly I replied and heard him chuckled a little.

"Shehry isn't a stranger and he is not going with you Darling! He is just going to the same place it's a co incidence so relax!" Dad assured me and I heaved up a sigh finding my collage getting closer.

"yeah! Going to the same place, same airline, same aircraft, same day and as far as I can judge we are going to share the same set of seats in the plane as well. No?" I faked a smile as I blabbered and he laughed wholeheartedly.

"dad! am serious I don't want anyone near me" I insisted but he shook his head as he stopped at the signal and looked at me.

"Then how will you bare jawad for the rest of your life?"

"That's different dad!" I tried to be logical but I kept the silly logic inside.

I pulled down the mirror pad and looked at my reflection, ignoring dad. My fingers rank through my hair as I tried to calm their shitt.

I love your curls....

His words rang into my ears and bitterness spread across my tongue. Taking out a catcher from my bag I tied up all my hair in a high bun, it was a tough job like always... my hair, why they have to be so much curly?

"Haya beta! I won't be dropping you to the airport tonight. I think you should go to Shehry's place with Mom and together...

"Dad!" I cut him through as he suggested. "I will manage. I don't want to be imposed on him or anyone else. Please!" I added in a plea as he was about to insist and then he reluctantly dropped the topic.

"thanks" I muttered.

And with that dad stopped the car right in front of the entrance and I bade him a good bye.

"Haya! Haya!"

I just stepped out when I heard James shouting my name at the top of his lungs; I frowned as I saw him running into my direction. Keeping my backpack over my shoulder I walked ahead.

"Where have you been? Why so late?" he complaint as he stopped there almost crashing into me.

"Hello to you too James!" I smiled sarcastically but he ignored me while panting a little.

"Girl! Adam flunked you in applied linguistics" and with that my eyes widened and then narrowed with my mouth half open.

"what the bloody hell!" I cursed as I couldn't believe my ears.

"This can not happen James! My exam was awesome" I cried in disbelief and he rolled his eyes.

"Come and look at the list it's on the bulletin already" James stated and pulled me along with him.

Reaching into the corridor, we stopped in front of the huge notice board. My eyes were roaming on it trying to find the right news and just when I was about burst up with frustration my eyes caught sight of the paper.

I moved my finger in the column where all the passed students were listed but couldn't find my name, my name was among the flunked students???

"No! This is impossible" I shook my head, I know am too good in linguistics I can not accept anything but an A plus....

"You need to talk to him" James's presence was felt as he rested his hand over my shoulder. "Adam needs a kick in his butt" he added.

Adam.... God! I hate talking to him and he knows this, only that's why he keeps on arranging these meetings where he can have an opportunity to cross his filthy limits.

Stating that I was angry was definitely an understatement. My blood was boiling, rage taking over my senses. I just wanted to smack his face.

"Am not taking first lecture today James! You carry on!" informing him I stepped ahead.

"hey! You want me to come?" James offered but I shook my head. "I'll manage"

I walked up to his office and knocked over the door. I wasn't scared of him but yes I was disgusted by him, his presence, his smirks...that dirt and filth in his eyes when they fall on me.

"Come in!"

Pushing the door back I stepped inside letting the door wide a jar.

"Hey! Good morning Kitty!" he looked up from the file in his hand and a broad smirk plastered instantly on his face.

"Why did you fail me?" I snapped looking straight in his eyes and he dramatically sighed as he put the file back and got up from his chair.

Don't get afraid Haya! Do not get intimidated he can not harm you....the door is open.

"Kitty looks in bad mood today. I would be more than happy if I could change your mood" taking slow steps he moved closer, I stood firm in my place.

"I asked WHY-DID-YOU-FAIL-ME sir!" I repeated my question, I knew my voice was raising and eyes throwing flames at him. He chuckled making my anger even worst.

"I like that fire in you" he stated in a low whisper, he was about to come too close when I raised my hand and kept him in place, gesturing my palm near his chest.

"Stop shitting here and show me my paper, I did my hundred percent, you can't fail me out of any reason" I spatted, he just kept on looking into my eyes and then his gaze started roaming on my face...

"For how many times do I have to tell you to keep them open" he tried to lean in when I took rapid steps backwards.

"STOP THIS AND SHOW ME MY PAPER" I cried loud, I don't care if anyone was going to hear. In fact I want to scream and tell everyone about his real face.

"Remember bout that little condition I put forward?" he asked pretending calm while his facial expressions showed otherwise. I frowned remembering what he was pointing at....

"I told you to co operate Kitty! Otherwise I won't be any help Darling!" he seethed through gritted teeth and I felt a shiver deep down my spine. I gulped down the lump in my throat.

"You can't do this. Am your student, how low can you steep? You are a teacher damnit!....." disgust flowing through words but he smirked ignoring my words and walked back to his chair.

With heavy feet I walked backwards towards the door as he ignored me and my presence af if till now I was talking to the walls and he didn't even know I was there. I couldn't believe him and his level of filthiness.

"Just for your information I am staying back today" he stated causally and I frowned in disbelief. "you know where to find me" he winked at the end, I wanted to punch his face, spit on his face...smack him down and bury him alive but only if I could....

....

"Now you are being ungrateful Haya! He had delayed his flight just because of you and here you are...

"Mom! mein ne nahee kaha tha usey k merey liye apni flights aagey peechey kare, I didn't want his or anyone's favor" I burst up finally after listening to that you-should-be-grateful lectures.

"It is not the first time am travelling alone Mom! and seriously I hate men who treat women as something weak and meek as if we can not handle ourselves on our own" I crossed my arms at my front as I stated disapprovingly and she heaved up a sigh before walking up to me.

"I can take care of myself Mom! mujhey nai chaiye tha kisi ka bhi sath" I stated in a softer tone this time and she pressed a smile touching my face.

"Sath to chaiye he hota hea meri jan! one day orther we all need someone in our lives"

"Mom! where are you heading han! Mein bus Shehryar ki bat ker rahi hoon, am talking about this darn flight do no take this to that philosophical level of yours. Please!!!" I popped my eyes as I dramatically stated and she laughed a little.

"Okay don't get fired up now I know my baby is brave enough to stand in front of the world but what has done has done already beta! there is no use to object now" she tried to convince me I stayed silent.

"its your flight in a few hours you can not do anything now love! Just go and get ready" she patted my cheek as if I was a little girl she wanted to convince not to cry.

"Chalo shabash! Get ready am getting late as well" she instructed me glancing down at her wrist watch and I reluctantly dragged my feet towards my room.

Shehry's POV

"Shehry beta! take care of Haya. She is not going alone now" Dad reminded me for the millionth of time as I dropped my luggage on the conveyor belt while keeping the phone between my ear and shoulder.

"Dad! I don't understand why are you being so worried if her own parents let her travel to Pakistan alone" the girl on the counter handed me my passport back and I flashed a quick smile at her before.

"Oho! Unhen pata hea k wo akeli nai ja rahi ub tum ho us k sath" Dad stated and I rolled my eyes.

"or jab mein nai ja raha tha tab? Tab to wo Akeley he bhej rahe thy na usey"

"Acha chalo choro in sab baton ko, mein ne Usman ko bata diya tha koi issue nai ho ga." Dad told me and I nodded, Hussain showed me his wristwatch gesturing me to end the call.

"Haya puhanch gai hea wesey?" he further asked.

"Ummm nai dad! abhi tak to nai"

"chalo tum call ker k pata ker lo k kahan hea? And take care" he instructed and I just made an annoyed face. Bachi hea kia k gum jae gi? Huhn! Mein nai kerta kaal wall....

We hung up and I shook my head keeping my phone in my pocket. "She is bold enough to travel on her own. London mein pali barhi hea what do you expect Shehry!" Hussain carelessly blabbered while I ignored him as I caught sight of Haya strolling her wheeler at her back as she walked towards us.

"Aa gai miss nakhra" I stated to myself looking anywhere but her.

"Hi!!" Haya stopped near us and smiled, that half smile of hers.

She looked reluctant in going with me and I knew this....so was I

"Hello! How are you Haya? We thought you are going to miss your flight" Hussain mentioned as they shook hands and Haya again pressed a smile.

"Shehry kitna pareshan ho raha tha" Hussain further went on with his chawaliyan and my eyes popped out as I glared at his direction. Haya had a tint of disbelief on her face. "ye to abhi announcement kerwaney ja raha tha k tum...

"Hussaaaain!!!" with my teeth gritted I eyed him to shut up and he sweetly smiled at me.

Kameena!

"I got stuck actually, New York and its traffic. It sucks" she stated annoyed and Hussain nodded with an approving smile.

"Hello!" I greeted her with a smile and she pressed a reluctant one as she glanced at my side and then looked back at Hussain who quickly turned back to her after giving me a knowing smirk. I rolled my eyes.

"Uncle Aunty nai aaye?" he asked.

"Nai dad had an urgent call from the head office and Mom was as always busy with stuff" she ended her statement with airy quote marks and Hussain chuckled.

"here is your boarding pass Madam! Hope you have a safe journey" The girl on the counter after the formalities, smiled and handed Haya her passport back, asking her to shift her bag on the belt.

"uh-let me..." she was about to pick her wheeler up when I stepped forward and took it from her, before she could argue I was already done with the task.

Ajeeb hea bad dimaagh! Ek thankyou tak nai bola.

Huhn! Ungreatfulobia ki patient.....

I jerked my head disapprovingly as she walked past me towards the immigration, ignoring my presence as if I was not even standing there as if we were going to some different places in some different air lines..... what the heck!!!

"Chal bhai! Terey athaara ghantey to gaye kam se" Hussain threw his arm around my neck sighing dramatically as we watched her walking towards the immigration queue.

"ek tasbeeh rakh le pass q k is bandi ne tujhey moo nai lagana putter!" He added and I frowned, jerking his arm off my neck.

"Even I am not dying for her company okay. us ki company se buhat behter ho ga mein neend ki goliyan kha ker athaara ghantey sota rahoon. You know what I pity that man...kia nam tha wo han! Jawad. I pity that man he is bound to spend his whole damn life with this badd dimagh miss Nakhra" I spatted angrily. How could he even think I wanted that. Idiot!

Hussain laughed loud at my reaction and I just ignored him walking ahead.

"Mil to le aakhri bar saley!" he called me from behind. "Kia pata Kal ho na ho" he flaunted and a smile crept on to my lips at once.

Harami! Mujhey maar ker he dum le ga.

Haya's POV

"So tell me about this Jawad. Kahan miley tum dono?" he asked after the longest silent pause which was hardly about one minute? The time since take off this man kept on blabbering about one thing or another without any break, I wonder koi itna kesey bol sakta hea? Koi itna kesey muskura sakta hea? Koi her waqt kesey itna happy go lucky reh sakta hea?

"Cousin" I replied and he nodded thoughtfully

"oye hoye! love marriage han?" he cheesed a little and I looked at him, I dunno why but these huge glasses of mine always made me a little self conscious, it feels as if he was staring right into my eyes

"What do you think?"

"Umm I thinnnnnk" he rubbed his chin thoughtfully as I kept looking at his face. "Arrange" he stated decisively.

"Tum jesi lerki love marriage nai ker sakti" he added in a way as if he knew me since ages and I frowned.

"Excuse me? what do you mean by mujh jesi lerki?" I seriously felt offended.

"Yar matlab..." he shifted a little in his seat turning towards me as if was seriously going to explain. "tum love shove kerne wali nai lagteen. Piyar muhabbat k liye bara jigar chaiye hota hea madam!" he said boastfully and I raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"you know what, this isn't just you Mr. Shehryar Asif! All men are judgmental, you people love passing judgement about women without even knowing them"

"Wah! Pehley to tum ne bola tha all men are dogs ub statement change ker li. Ghalat bat han!' he made a face complaining, making me awed at his carefree attitude.

"Judgmental dogs they are" I stated rolling my eyes and he chuckled as I looked away from him.

"wesey seriously Jawad and you...? I mean...lovy dovy han?" he asked once again annoying me to limits and this time I decided to ignore him, picking up a magazine I started aimlessly flapping the pages.

"batao batao shermao nai...." He elbowed me a little and I gritted my teeth trying to gulp down the irritation.

"Arranged. Happy now?" I stated and faked a smile at the end while he made a thoughtful face.

"Oho! This can be risky han. I mean what if you will fall in love with somebody else?" he asked quite seriously and I shook my head saying nothing.

"Socho agar tumhen koi or pasand aa gaya to? Bechara Jawad" he made a sympathetic face.

"And why do you even think that I will fall in love?" I asked blinking my eyes.

"You never know" he smirked before leaning in a little. "Kia pata in agley paanch dino mein tumhen mujh se muhabbat ho jae..." he added looking into my eyes, mischief playing across his lips and I narrowed my eyes.

"tum hamesha itne he cheap filmy dialogues martey ho?" I asked keeping a straight face and he pulled back in his seat casually while opening his idiot mouth to say something even stupid when I pointed my index at him.

"Agar tum khamosh nai hue na ub to mein seat change ker leni hea. Samjhey?" I stated angrily and he looked at my face a bright smile flashed there.

"Really? Please exchange it with 17-D. bari hot bandi hea yar us seat per." I just blankly stared at his stupid face as he stated and then shook my head.

Hopeless case hea ye.

And with that he took out his Camera and started shooting himself, with a continuous commentary about the journey, his surrounding, the food even the air hostesses. God! This man.....

"... though my company is not that favorable but am cooool" he added looking in to the camera and I looked sideways at him.

"tum her waqt aesey khit pit kertey rehtey ho?" I asked as I seriously couldn't hold on to my curiosity and he looked at me with a frown.

"I mean tum her waqt khush rehty ho ya aj koi buhat special bat hea?"

"jab itni haseen lerki itne kareeb bethi ho to kis kafir ka dil karey ga udaas hone ko?" he flaunted shamelessly flirting, making me throw a glare at him which instantly popped a childish pout on his face.

"hopeless" I heaved up a sigh looking back at the magazine and he chuckled.

"Acha suno!!" he elbowed me after a few silent minutes, I tend to ignore him as I rested my head back with my eyes shut.

"knock knock!!!! Is anyone home???" he actually tapped his knuckles over my arm as if he was knocking over a door. How far his drama and stupidity can go......

"kia masla hea?" I opened my eyes glaring at him through my glasses, who made an innocent afraid face backing off at once.

"daant q rahi ho?? mein to bus ye pooch raha tha k tum is halat mein jao gi merey sath ghar?" he eyed me up and down as he asked and I frowned looking at myself for confirmation if I was reasonably dressed.

In a grey extra loose top and black baggy jeans trouser I was looking reasonably modest I mean... why did he even ask?

"firstly, am perfectly dressed secondly, you are no one passing comments on me and my attire and third and final... who said am going with you?" I asked and he rolled his eyes.

"muhterma! Dad ne sakhti se mana kiya tha k mein apko kisi hotel shotel mein na rehne doon and me being the most obedient son ever born on this planet earth will never go against my father's orders so you are coming with me and that is final for now." he declared as if was taking an oath and I just stared his face.

"I don't know anyone there at your place Shehryar! and its not first time I am going to stay alone. So no one has to worry for no reason"

He gave me a blank look before casually turning back to his cell phone, paying no head to my protest.

"Am talking to you Shehryar!"

"shor machine ki zaroorat nai chup ker k sath chalo, am not letting you stay in a random hotel" he stated sternly before looking at my face.

He yelled at me? idiot! What does he think about himself.

"per mujhey jana he naheen tumharey sath. Ajeeb zaberdasti hea?"

"Look Haya!" he shifted a little in his seat looking at me seriously. "I know you are brave and bold enough to manage on your own and can stay in a hotel aur yaqeen karo I don't have any doubt or issue with this universally acknowledged fact about your bravery" he kept on blabbering.

"but pehley tum akeley ja rahi theen ub akeley nai ho, ub mein hoon sath aur at least me tumhen aesey nai janey de sakta. I don't feel it right."

"but I feel it right" I stated decisively and he shook his head.

"tum samajh nai rahi ho Haya! Akeli lerki khuli tijori k jesey hoti hea...." He whispered secretively and I felt anger boiling inside me once again. I shot him a look.

And before I could slap his mouth shut he raised his index stopping me already. "or wesey bhi you won't have any problem at my place they all are loving people plus I will make sure you have your privacy intact. You have my word" he kept his palm over his heart as he stopped and pressed his lips in a thin line waiting for my response, for a minute I just thought what to say.

A No would rude and a yes....would mean a total dramatic week with this Mr. drama.

ye kahan phasaa diya Mom Dad ne mujey.....

"But if you want to go somewhere else or maybe want to spend some quality time with somebody special then...

"Excuse me!" I narrowed my eyes at him clearly getting the hidden statement in his words and he looked here and there.

"uh- I mean after all he is your would be man so there isn't anything wrong if you.....

He trailed off as I raised an eyebrow threateningly at him. "shut up!"

He instantly kept his index innocently over his lips and I looked away from his face.

"not every man is a dog few are monkeys as well" I stated almost to myself as I pushed my seat rest back.

Shehry's POV

With a disapproving frown on her face she remained silent after my 2 minutes and a few seconds blabbering.

"Not every man is a dog few are monkeys as well"

Pushing her chair back with a jerk she leaned in and shut her eyes tight cursing me under breath. I chuckled at her expressions. She didn't even remove those big glasses from her eyes.

This girl and her tantrums.... Allah bachaye becharey Jawad ko.

....

Coming out from the airport I craned my neck up in air trying to get a peek through the crowd trying to find my cousins or uncles or anyone.

"oye khotey de putter! Tenu dikhda nai ae mein aaalready khalota ithey te tu waraye ja apni gaddi. Ja marr uthey apney number ton lag!!!" a middle aged, really fat Punjabi uncle was cursing a boy in brown uniform; they were taxi drivers I guess.

Coming to Pakistan after so many years it felt so good. I chuckled looking at them.

"Aren't we going somewhere or you have planned to stay at the airport?" I heard Haya complaining and I turned to look at her who had an extreme annoyed expression on her face. Her RayBan seemed suddenly a little too big again, her hair as usual carrying the after effects of a bomb blast and her dress.... God! I just hope Phuppo won't make any fuss.

"Actually am trying to find my cous...

"Oye Shehry!!!!" I heard a loud scream turning to my left I found my cousins almost attacking me with hugs.

"kesa hea yar!" Usman lift me up from the ground a little as we hugged.

"Am cool! Tu suna Saley! Suna hea kuri bari wadiya labi hea janab ne?" I teased and then chuckled looking at his blushed face.

"Meri kuri nu chadd ye peechey wali kuri terey nal aai ae?" Usman leaned in towards me whispering and Faraz at once looked at my back. I face palm myself for forgetting haya there. Shitt!

I turned back towards her who was looking at me, I could sense her discomfort and that anger which was by default present in her.

"Uh Guys! Meet Haya. And Haya! These are my cousins, Usman and Faraz" I did a quick introduction, I could positively see that smirk on those two idiots' faces as they look at Haya and then looked at me with a meaningful smile.

"Hello!" they greeted before we headed out towards the parking, I was holding my trolley while Faraz insisted and took Haya's luggage from her.

"Ammi bhi aai hui hen Saley!" Usman informed me. "tu or la apney sath ye phuljherriyan" he added warning me about the coming consequences.

"Chupa dey isey kaheen" he added and I looked at him with a duh look.

"Kahan? Diggii mein gari ki chupa doon?"

"nai nai dil mein chupa le aesa ker" Faraz stated loud, I quickly shot him a look shutting him up as Haya furrowed her brows.

I looked ahead finding Phuppo already coming out from the jeep, a huge smile was plastered on her face which slowly faded and turned into a frown as her gaze shifted from me to Haya....

Phuppooo!!!! Shitt!

Ibraheem's POV

"Aleena is right Ibraheem! You should meet your dad. kab tak nai milo ge tum un se, he is your father"

Gul was saying, I was looking down at the table making random shapes with the lead in my hand.

"Bhai! Just once meet him and let him tell you everything, at least give him a chance of explaining and then decide you want to forgive him or to...forget him" I looked up at Aleen's face where I could see pain.

"please!' she mouthed and I heaved up a frustrated sigh leaning back in the chair.

They just don't know how frustrated and double minded I already am at the moment, a thousand thoughts are fighting inside my head... or ye ek or tension.

"Okay" I said and looked at Aleena whose eyes sparkled at once, she smiled happily I felt she was about to cry as she threw her arms around my neck hugging me and I hugged her back.

"Am so happy Ibraheem bhai! I cant believe you agreed" she pulled back stating and Gull chuckled looking at her cute happy face. I smiled nodding my head.

"bhala behen ki baat taal sakta hea koi?" I asked and she made a boastful face before giggling.

"ye hui na bat merey Randhawey!!!" Gul squealed pulling my cheek making me groan. "Chor yar Gul!"

"Hussain Bhai kahan hen?" Aleena stated looking around, Hussain was busy visiting different universities for his admission...actually our admission but I wasn't sure what I wanted....

He was out from the picture for last few days but today he was suppose to come...he was late.

"Hello! Everyone!" Hussain's voice made me jump out from my thoughts and I looked up, he came smiling towards the table and took his seat.

"Akeley Akeley lunch han!" Hussain looked at our almost done platters. Gul and Aleena got up holding there bags.

"You are late dude!" Gul stated smacking his head lightly. "tum dono betho we are going to the library" she added and they left us there.

I dunno why I felt uncomfortable.

"There is a good news" Hussain leaned in the table as he whispered secretively and I frowned. "guess what" he added with a meaningful smile and I shrugged my shoulders.

"tujhey ub mazeed meri so-called-mangeter se Hussain ban ker batein kerne ki zaroorat nai. Coz this chapter is going to be closed for ever my friend" Hussain smiled.

"I talked to Mom" he stated, my frown went deeper. "about Tehreem" my frown faded, my stomach churned up into a big knot and I gulped down. Just hearing the name gave me odd alien feelings and I looked down at the table trying to maintain my cool.

"I told her finally that I am not going to marry her" he told me and I looked up at his face. He nodded as I questioningly stare his face.

He looked so calm and happy.....

"And what did she say?" I asked.

"Naraz hueen buhat, wajah pooch rahi theen but I told her that me and her...we are poles apart, two completely different mind sets, two different people, we can not live together happily" he said decisively

"thora time lage ga but I know Mom wont go against my will. Never" he added firmly.

"But Hussain! what if Tehreem is a nice girl and what if she is written in your destiny? Kia pata Khuda ne tera sath us k sath likha ho?"

"ha! Are you mad Ibraheem! Ye destiny waghera wali batein na are just for emotional blackmailing. Mom ne buhat ki hea but mein ne samjha diya k emotional ho ker zindagi k faisley nai kiye jatey. Life ka sab se bara decision hea ye Ibraheem!" I just looked at his face, I wanted to convince him but a part of me wanted to let go...

Apart of me became selfish, forcing me to betray my best friend... my brother

"wesey bhi it was a favor I asked from you Ibraheem! But I felt bad latter to put you into this, I didn't want to talk to her and everyone was forcing me I couldn't think of a better option. But now I want to end this up. tujhey or Hussain ban ker acting kerne ki zaroorat nai. I want to shed this weight off your shoulders bro!" Hussain winked at the end and I gulped down.

Kaash tu ne ye tareeka socha he na hota Hussain! kassh ye sab na hua hota.... Kaash!

"you know my career is everything for me Ibraheem! And you told me that Tehreem is quite a religious kinda girl. wo kahan samjhey gi meri feelings wo kesey support karey gi mujhey? Wo kesey merey khuwabon ko samajh paye gi yar? Its not possible I know and bad mein burey tareeke se alag honey se behter hea insaan pehley he samajhdari ka faisla karey"

"to tu Tehreem se shadi nai karey ga?" I asked, my mind weaving something, something I myself didn't know at the moment. Hussain shook his head decisively. "never"

"ek bar phir bhi soch le yar! Mil le us se kia pata teri soch badal jae tera faisla badal jae" the friend inside me spoke, while the traitor inside me scowl at me.

"nothing can change my decision man! I want a life partner who can understand my passion, who can understand what singing and acting means to me, who can respect my dreams Ibraheem! And Tehreem can not, I know" Hussain stated, I remained quiet.

"Acha khair let this go, you tell me what about that tune? Did you come up with it?" he asked reminding me about the half made tune.

Oh! I completely forgot about that, pata nai kitney din kitney haftey ho gaye I didn't even touch my guitar, I didn't even think about that tune not even once.

"hey!Randhawey!" Hussain snapped his fingers in front of my face and I looked at him, gulping the lump in my throat. "whats wrong? You okay?"

I felt myself like a thief in front of Hussain.

Tehreem ki soch merey zehen se niukalti he nai, us ki bat us ki awaaz us ki adat ka nasha ho gaya hea mujhey.

Kia mein waqai Hussain ko dhoka de raha hoon?

"Ibraheem! Tu theek to hea yar! You look lost" Hussain held my arm and shook it.

"pata nai yar! Tabeat kuch theek nai lag rahi. I think I should rest" I stated and got up from the chair, I could feel my forehead sweating.

"I will drop you home" Hussain got up picking up his bag but I stopped him.

"Nai. Tu ruk. Mein chala jaoon ga. Tujhey wesey bhi Qasim dhoond raha tha us ki farangi girlfriend ka koi scene hea, ja!" I tried to smile, Hussain shook his head chuckling.

"Sala us Rabecca k peechey farangi he na ho jae" He joked and I smiled weakly.

"Chal! dihaan rakh apna mein sham mein chaker lagaoon ga teri taraf" with a fist bump he said and walked past me.

I walked out from the café and headed towards the parking, taking out my keys I opened the lock and was about to sit in the car when I felt presence at my back.

"Running away Romeo?"

I turned finding Sana standing there with a smug on her face. God!!! She is not even the last person I wanted to confront at the moment.

"Am not in the mood Sana! Please!" I turned back to my car.

"Ye Tehreem kon hea?" her words almost made me slip the keys from my grip, I stood frozen there, she walked towards me and stood to my right leaning with my car.

"I dunno whom you are shitting about this time" I snapped and she shook her head.

"Or kitna bewaqoof bano ge Ibraheem? I told you remember Hussain is using you through this friendship he is...

"Stop it Sana!" I literally shouted at her face. "kia bakwaas ker rahi ho?"

"I heard you two in the café Ibraheem! Stop pretending oblivious" Sana stated calmly and I mentally cursed myself.

"or bakwas he lage gi meri batein tumhen but ek bat batao, ye sab drama kerne se pehley tum ne ek bar bhi nai soch k is sab ka nateeja kia ho sakta hea?" she narrowed her eyes and I frowned.

"how can Hussain be that insensitive and you that idiot to come into his trap Ibraheem! Us ne keh diya k meri mangeter se bat ker lo or tum ne man liya?" disbelief there on her face.

"han man gaya mein" I spatted angrily, her eyes widened and then narrowed back. "what I and Hussain do is none of your concern Sana!" I raised my index at her face.

"ye to Bollywood ki movies wala scene ho gaya Ibraheem! Do logo ka ek doosrey ko dekhey bina janey bina batein kerna, phir nazdeekiyon ka berhna, phir nazdeekiyon ka muhabbaton mein badal jana or us k bad haqeeqat ka Khulna or phir do doston ki dhamakey dar fight...sounds so bolly-ish nai?" she smirked and I just felt like slapping her face.

"Tehreem Hussain ki mangeter hea mein us k barey mein aesa kuch soch bhi nai sakta" I seethed through gritted teeth.

"per dikh to tum buhat concerned rahe thy us k liye while Hussain sounded completely indifferent towards her. Q?" she asked faking her expressions and I looked away from her face.

"Ibraheem! you can feel anything for her or not only you can answer that but....

"I am not bound to answer your shitty questions, you get that?" I cut her though as I grabbed her by her forearm, my fingers digging in her skin though the fabric, anger bursting up inside me as I glared down at her and she winced.

"Aj k bad mujhey tumhari zuban se Hussain k barey mein kuch nai sun'na. samjheen tum?" I jerked her as she tried to get out of my grip.

"Now get off before I smash you down under my car" I almost shoved her aside as I stepped inside my car and reversed it ignoring the loud roar of the tyres I drove out from the parking.

Mein muhabbat nai kerta Tehreem se..... mein aesa soch bhi nai sakta.

I dunno in which direction I was driving, where I was going I was just trying to let that frustration and anger out. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs, I wanted to end this all nonsense....

Tyres screamed once again as I pressed the brakes hard, my breaths were ragged and thoughts wayward.

I took out my cell phone and looked at the screen, with a deep breath I swiped the lock away and took out all the recording of her voice I got from Aleena's mp3.

My thumb was trailing down the screen over the list consisting of tehreem's name. I felt as if it was caressing her....

NOOO!! No Ibraheem!this isn't right. You have to stop this fucking thought this feeling that ower powers you every time you think of her.

She is not yours....she can never be.

I gulped down the lump in my throat as I select them all and sent them to the trash can. As the last recording got deleted I felt relief; relief which brought with itself a void, a void in my heart.

Qasim's POV

"Oho! You are getting worried for no reason Qasim! Let me think of a way out. Chill!" Hussain stated trying to calm me down.

"I can't Hussain! you don't understand her father is sending her away just because she loves a Muslim guy" I was frustrated.

"Rebecca is willing to convert" I added and Hussain's eyes widened in disbelief, he looked at her who nodded her head with a smile.

"are you two that into each other? Like seriously?" Hussain looked dumbfounded and I rolled my eyes.

"My dad will never go with this idea Husen! Like he wants me to shift to my Aunt in Canada he doesn't even want to here his name" Rabecca stated the smile turned grim on her face and I squeezed her hand in mine a little, she looked at me I pressed an assuring smile.

"I have a plan" I stated as I looked at Hussain and he frowned. "I need your help Hussain!"

"Anything" he remarked and I let the breath out as I told him what I had in mind, Rebecca already knew so she stood silent but Hussain's expressions kept on changing from excitement to shock to confusion to finally fear....

"Qasim! You are only 19 man...." Hussain made a weird face as he stated and I rolled my eyes.

"20...almost" I corrected him.

"Saley tu poori terha farangi k chaker mein mubtilaa ho chukka hea...tera merz la-ilaaj hea ub, tera dimaagh....

"Hussain takreer na ker yar!" I cut him through. "just tell me are you in or not?" I asked, he pressed his lips in a thin line as he thought for a while before he finally nodded sending relief to my disturbed nerves.

"Bus dekh le yar! Police wolice ka chaker to nai ban jae ga na?" Hussain asked and I chuckled. "Police k dandon ka khair hea but dad ki jootiyan nai khani mein ne" he added.

"You don't worry, plan is risk proof" Rebecca assured him looking at his frightened expressions and he smiled nodding his head.

"Then done. Next week my dad is going to Canada for my cousin's wedding am staying back because of my project. Lets do it then" Rebecca suggested and Qasim nodded as if he already knew the plan.

"Tu sambhal le ga na Hussain?" I asked looking at him. "I couldn't think of anyone else than you" I added.

"han han mera to bachiyan uthaaney ka world record hea na. mein tujhey shakal se kidnapper dikhta hoon bhai!" Hussain faked a smile and I punched on his arm.

"it's not kidnapping Hussain! it's called elopement"

I corrected him once more and he made a face....

I am soooooooo sorry for this intihaaai late wala update. I had guests at my place plus I wasn't feeling well plus exams, bringing with itself a lot of paper checking and stuff which I don't like :/

So am sorry :( but I hope you all liked the update.

Love you all <3