Assalam-o-Alaikum!

Guys here is the past of TD started from this very chapter.

MUST READ!!!

Nobody is telling a story here, I am keeping it like simple POVs so that you all won't get confused but just keep in mind that from here onwards this is PAST

And alllll the past incidents will be in just one chapter :o yup! It will be chapter 5 and then the sub chapters like 5.1 and 5.2 and so on........ and then from chapter 6 again present will start.

Okay no more rants....happy reading <3

Chapter # 5

Gul's POV

Stepping out from the cubical, I stood right in front of the basin shelf and looked at my reflection in the mirror wall at my front.

Am 17 years young Pathan girl and the name is Gul, Gul Khan....yup I know sounds more like a truck driver kinda name but that's okay coz am cool.

My parents died in a terrorist attack back in Kabul when I was a couple of years old and so my aunt (my mother's sister) and her husband brought me here to New York, they were childless I was parentless so we actually made a reasonably good combo.

And now here I am stuck in The Bronx, last year high school. My life is cool though; shopping, video games, acting, school and not to ever forget Ibraheem and Hussain, without whom Gul isnt't Gul and..... life isn't life.

The girl standing next to me applied a thick carpet layer of striking pink, up on her huge ass lips giving me a feeling to throw up right at her face. And just when I was staring at her reflection in the mirror with a frown on my forehead her gaze shifted to me and I quickly faked a smile.

"Joshua loves pink" fluttering her eyelashes she cheesed and I could actually imagine Joshua with a head of donkey over his shoulders.

Eeeiieewww. Jerking the thought away I looked back at my face and roughly set my extreme curls in their place.

Sometimes I used to wonder my hair were like Mom or Dad? And then I got the answer they were actually like that scotch bright in my kitchen basin.

Collecting them all in my hands I made a high bun out of them and fixed a couple of pencils in them to keep in place, I was about to move when I saw that idiot Bess stepped in and gave me a strange weird kind a look as if I was some cold rotten piece of pizza, rolling my eyes I looked back in the mirror.

"koson door gaa'on mein aj bhi jab bacha rota hea to maa kehti hea so ja beta nai to....Gabbar aa jae ga" I flaunted looking in the mirror and Bess looked at me with a confused expression. I held my chuckle, everytime I talk in my language in front of her she would think I was abusing her or something.

Silly girl....

"Come again. did you call me something?" She actually took a step closer and asked, I completely ignored her and kept looking ahead.

"merey pas looks hen. Style hea. Smile hea....tumharey pas kia hea?"

"Merey pas Maa hea" right when I was at the peak of flaunting my inborn acting skills that monkey of my life jumped out of nowhere grabbing me from behind and yup...

saley na Amaa behen ker di sarey mood ki.

"Hussain chor!" I tried to get out from his grip but his arms were wrapped tight around my lower waist and his laughter literally annoying me to the limits.

"Hussain k bachey! Lemme go you moron!" I punched on to his arms and he laughed even harder.

"Kesey chor doon meri Gulaabo!" he cheesed pulling my cheek and I groaned finally able to push him aside and he jumped back still laughing as I turned, glaring daggers at him

"Gul! You seriously suck at acting girl! Why you even try?"

"Hussain! Stop testing my nerves okay and what the hell are you doing in girls' common room?"

"Umm actually I followed..

"Followed? Like what? Butterflies?" I asked faking smile and he grinned cheekily acting shy...which clearly he was NOT.

Suddenly Bess came and leaned with the locker Hussain was standing and rested her elbow over his shoulder all very casually, while playing with her locks with the other hand she tried to flirt shamelessly. "or maybe you followed those hot legs?"

A smirk spread across Hussain's face and I mentally punch his face as he kept on chewing that gum in his mouth and Bess kept on gawking at him.

"Oye! Aadhi nangi te poori churail! Wo to pehley he kameena hea tu or aag laga us k ander. Chal hatt nai to doon gi ek....!" and before I could smack her little teeny weeny elbow off her plastic body Hussain quickly stepped forward holding my hands backing me off.

"What did she say?" Bess asked trying to act all brave. "slut!"

Something burst inside me at her words "Hussain! Chor mera hath. Khoon pee jaoon gi Sali ka" I tried to get my hands off his grip but till that time Hussain had already dragged me out of the room and we were now in the crowded lobby.

"Merey ander ka Patahan jag gaya na to teri boothi bighar k rakg de ga. Plastic ki churail!!!!" I turned my head around growling as Hussain's arm kept me from running back into the room punching her haram face.

"Relax Gul! You need to chill" he casually threw his arm around my neck.

"You shut up okay" I jerked his arm away and halted in my tracks as I glared at him who flutter his eyes obliviously.

"And don't tell me Hussain you actually came after that bitch"

"Oh teriiii! Kia gandi gandi galiyan deti hea tu yar" he popped his eyes out trying to divert my attention from the real topic and once again snaked his arm in my elbow this time almost dragging me towards cafeteria.

"This year am seriously gonna gift you a mouth wash on your day, you need to wash it out. Itni gandi zaban hea teri. Tobah tobah" Hussain touched his ear lobes all dramatically and I rolled my eyes.

"Bakwas band ker. doon gi nai to ek....." I showed him a punch but before I could actually implement the punch we stepped into the over populated, overly noised notorious place; the cafeteria of our school.

"Where is Romeo?" Hussain asked and I looked around before going all round over my heal getting a glance in the public but he was nowhere to be seen.

"Maybe in the library like always" I stated shrugging my shoulders and we headed towards the lunch queue.

"Husain! Did you get the consent Performa signature?" I asked suddenly remembering and he shut his eyes tight smacking his forehead."Bhool gaya"

"tu saans lena q nai bhool jata?" I asked irritated and he chuckled as I punched him in abs.

"Am telling you han! if your Dad isnt gonna say a yes, we are going to have no performance this year" I stated but he didnt bother to listen. idiot!!!

We were snaking through the crowd when out of nowhere she came and stood in front of us with her gaze fixed on Hussain. "Hey Hussain!"

"Hi Natasha!" Hussain smiled as they hugged, I felt she kept wrapping her sleek long bare arms around him a little more than she out too....well, not that Hussain complaint or something but it was just me.

"Long time han, where have you been?" finally they detached and Hussain asked casually, their hands were still clasped and I rolled my eyes at the sight.

Hussain has got no taste...no actually he had no taste bud for girls at all.....

"Aww you missed me right?" she cheesed bashing those thick eye lashes and Hussain smirked.

"Off course I did girl!" He replied with the height of seriousness and sincerity in his words, though I knew how much of a liar he was.

"Ummm Hi Natasha!" I waved my hand a little in between them only to break that eye contact contest and she looked at me suddenly distaste spread on her face. "I dunno bout Hussain but I did miss you a lot, you know you had my notes and I...

"Oh! Got to go. My gang in here" Natasha quickly cut me through not even letting me finish and with a quick peck on Hussain's cheek she waved her witchy long fingers at him and slipped away.

"I wish Asif uncle was here watching you drool on girls like this all shamelessly Hussain!" I held his arm just as she disappeared and he made a puppy oblivious face.

"What did I do now. Ub lerkiyan mujhey nai chorteen to mera kia kasoor?"

"hawn hawn tum to is chaman ka aakhri gulaab ho na saaaari makhiyan bus tum per he mandlati hen" I faked a smile and he laughed.

"Gullaaab to tu hea yar wo bhi laaal" he was about to pull my cheek when I backed off shooting a warning glare at him.

"Hath door rakh!" I slapped his hand, close to my face.

"Don't you dare cheese with me okay! huhn! Shameless" after warning seriously I walked past him ignoring his laughter.

"Acha sun to Gulaabo!!!"

Ibraheem's Pov

I just sat there in the library, with my chin resting in my palm and elbow firm on the table in front of me. She was sitting at the table right in front of me all alone, with her gaze lowered down to the book she was holding completely oblivious to what she had done to my innocent heart and poor nerves.

Am Ibraheem. Ibraheem Khawar Randhawa. Yup I know sounds more like a guzzar or some wadera kinda name. Seriously I dunno why they named me so...I hate my name.

My father left my Mom for another woman he was in love with, when I was too young. Mom brought me up by hand and foot taking all the revenge on me.

So in short, she wasn't that fond of me, neither I was of her so we kind a made a reasonably adjust-ably survivable combo.

There were two things I was passionate about; singing and eating. That was my life but not to forget Hussain and Gul the two survival pills for me.

"Randhawa Saab! You should stop eating her up with your naked eyes" Hussain whispered in my ear.

"Hayeee! Kinni soni ae teri paabi Hussain! Silky silky baal te milky milky gaal. Marrr jawan" keeping my palm over my throbbing heart I heaved up a deep long sigh and just when I looked to my left Gul's disgusted gaze upon my face ruined my mood.

"you both are pathetic. Ek ko lerkiyan nai chorteen or ek lerkiyon ko nai chorta" Gul snapped as always, but we both decided to just ignore her at the moment.

"Did you talk to her?" Hussain asked and I shook my head.

"Pagal hea tu kia? Go and talk man! Before it's too late" he forcefully stated.

"I guess it's already late" I replied making a face as I boy walked out from behind a shelf and sat next to her on the table, they gave a casual high five and the girl smiled....

"Ufff ye muskurahat! Kon na merr jae aesi adaa'on pe aeKhuda!" I flaunted a bit louder and Gul smacked the book at my arm hushing me up.

"SShhh! Its library"

"Oho Gul!yahan us ki zindagi ka sawal hea tujhey discipline ki pari hea. Chup!" Hussain scolded her and she rolled her eyes, looking back on the book.

"it's never late Romeo! And that boy....." Hussain gestured towards the boy with whom the girl was talking now. "he is her brother man!" he added all confidently.

"What? Seriously?" I couldn't believe.

"Did I ever lie to you?" Hussain asked all solemnly and before I could reply Gul cleared her throat purposely.

"Tera gala kharab hea? Dabaa doon kia?" Hussain looked at her and faked a smile.

"Ibraheem! Go man talk to her. At least ask her for over a coffee man!" Hussain insisted and I gulped down already feeling sweat out.

"Ummm yar! I don't think it's a good idea" I looked at him questioningly and he rolled his eyes.

"Be a man for once in your life Ibraheem! Saley ja ja ker bat ker bata usey that you like her. Dil ki baton ko dil mein nai rakhtey" he forced and I thought he was right. I needed to confess my love for her.

"piyaar or bukhaar ko ignore nai kertey merey bhai! Ja!" Hussain made me get up.

Yes. Yes I have to be a man now and tell her that how much she has influenced me for all this time, I have to tell her about the hulchal she has created inside me. Thinking this I exhaled a deep breath after a long inhale and stepped out from the table.

Hussain's POV

"All the best" I showed him a thumbs up as he stepped out from the table and walked towards her with slow still doubtful steps and I covered my mouth with my palm imagining what was about to come next.

"Randhawey ka band bajney wala hea" I stated to myself rubbing my palms together.

"What is he upto?" Gul frowned at me.

"Going to propose her" I winked at her and she made a weird face before she turned around finding that girl with her boyfriend. Ibraheem halted and turned his head looking at me, I kept a straight face and gestured him to go.

"Chal uth Gul!" tugging on her sleeves I got up picking my book.

"but Ibraheem?" she protested and I quickly pulled her up.

"Buhat pittey ga Sala!boyfriend k samney lerki ko propose kerne jar a hea" controlling my laughter I told her and her eyes popped out.

"Boyfriend? But you said wo bhai hea us ka...." She looked back at my face all horrified and i grinned shaking my head.

"Hussain! You idiot!"

"Ibrah......mmm" and before that she called him and ruin the whole fun, I covered her mouth and dragged her out from the library and if am not wrong while walking out we heard a sound....

Per gaii chapair......

Mr. Kareem's POV (a teacher and discipline head at The Bronx)

"So is this what you come to school? To have dirty affairs and these low class cheap things that you do?" my rage was crossing limits and these boys, these young boys were the reason. I don't understand what has gone wrong to our generation...

"Why are you people becoming more and more desperate?" I asked my voice raising.

"Answer me Ibraheem! Don't stand like a statue here or trust me I will take you straight to the principal's office" I warned him, whose head was hung down and hands clasped at his front.

"And you! Collen! Is this the way to handle a situation? Look what you have done to him" I looked at the other boy standing with still an angry face.

He looked to his left at Ibraheem whose nose had just stopped bleeding but the redness was still there and his left eye had a dark blue bruise mark.

"He was messing up with my girlfriend, trying to head on her what do you expect?" Collen snapped and I shook my head disapprovingly.

"Look son! You come here for studies, for becoming a good human being not for standing in a line to get a boyfriend or....

"But I don't need a boy friend Sir! Trust me mein wesa nai hoon" Ibraheem quickly stated and I felt like punching him once more.

"Shut up! You Idiot!"

"Sorry Sir!" Ibraheem looked down once again.

"Am afraid I have to follow the bylaws. You two are going get a yellow card that means one month's fired off" I stated and both of them panicked.

"Sir! Am having my scholarship exam this week" Ibraheem protested.

"And I have my basket ball match next week, you can't do this to me" Collen stated.

"Being the discipline head I can do this Collen!" I corrected him firmly, my inside was still fuming for the behavior they showed.

How much I work for their discipline but they are too ahead to ruin my and their own repo in front of everyone.

"Ibraheem and Collen! One month...one month I don't want to see your faces here" ignoring their protests I looked down at their yellow cards and was about to get them signed when my door burst open.

"Sir!" I looked up finding Hussain Asif and Gul Khan following him inside my office.

"And who called you two in?" I inquired. Gul went and stood near Ibraheem looking closely at his eye.

"Crap!" she exclaimed. "Are you even human?" she looked disgustingly at Collen who rolled his eyes calmly.

"Sir! It was my fault. Ibraheem is innocent" Hussain stated and I frowned at him.

"Excuse me?"

"Sir! Am not lying. I never lie" Hussain insisted and Ibraheem chuckled at once, I looked at Hussain questioningly.

His repo in lying and mischief was already a dark mark... I don't have a single reason to trust him.

"Mr. Kareem! Trust me. I wanted to teach him a lesson but I never knew it will go all that serious" Hussain stated.

"Teach me a lesson? Really?" Ibraheem looked at him with his one eye working and Hussain ignored him.

"Will you elaborate?" I looked at Hussain.

"Sir! I believe that we come to school for studies, for becoming a good human being not for making girl friends and boyfriends" he started saying and I wonder was he the same notorious Hussain Asif?

"Sir! I know how hard it is for our parents to earn money and send us here for fulfilling our dreams, and what are we doing at their backs?" He looked too serious.

Hmmm.Sudher gaya hea lagta hea

"Bus isi liye. Isi liye Sir! I thought ek bar isey sabaq mil gaya to ye dobara kabhi affairs k barey mein nai sochey ga" he added solemnly and Gul cleared her throat

Hussain moved towards Ibraheem, placed his hand over his shoulder "Mein nai janta tha merey dost k sabaq itna sakht ho ga. Maaf ker de yar" and Ibraheem made a face as if was about to punch him.

"Ibraheem! You should be proud of having such friend" I looked at him who was still silent.

"Please Sir! Rusticate me instead of him" Hussain looked at me again and I shook my head.

"I guess I can give you all a chance" I stated, and torn the two yellow cards. "but be careful next time" I warned.

"Yes!" Collen looked excited. "Thanks Man!" and held Hussain but his shoulders.

"You all may leave" I announced and they all stepped out from my office.

I was about to sit down when my gaze shifted on to the book Collen left on my table.

"Oh!" I quickly picked it up and stepped out from the table. Opening the door I stepped out in the lobby but Collen was nowhere I walked ahead a little...

"Saley! Harami!kia bakwaasiyat ker ra tha tu ander office mein?aloud voice crashed on to my ears, I stepped forward finding those three idiots down the lobby, Hussain's neck was grabbed in Ibraheem's arm while Gul was standing their indifferently.

"I had to come up with something man! I had to save your ass" Hussain replied jerking his arm off his neck.

"werna tujhey us kharoos Kareem se kon bachata?" Hussain added and I felt like a fool standing their be-fooled by a student.

"Wo tujhey tab tak discipline per lecture deta jab tak terey potey potiyan na samajh jatey. Mein tujhey jahanum se nikal laya or tu bajaye shukerguzar honey k shikayat ker rah ea. Saley!"

"Or chor bhool ja us Collen wali ko. I will get you a far hotter and worth drool over girl Randhawey! Chill ker!" Hussain patted his shoulder smiling victoriously and I calmly walked into their direction.

"Mr. Hussain?"

For a moment he went stiff, Gul was looking at me with horror and Ibraheem stepped trying to explain but I hushed him up with my palm raised to his face.

"In my office. Now!" I ordered Hussain and without another word I headed back to my room. I had to call his father this time.

Shehry's POV

"Dad! Mein samjha doon ga usey. Why are you taking so much tension?" I tried to calm him down but to no avail, since he has come back home after a meeting with Hussain's teacher he was parading up and down with his BP shooting and anger bursting.

Bakri! Tu to gaya aj kam se. Dad ke hathon teriii qurbani aj

"He has crossed all limits" Dad spatted angrily.

"Dad! Bacha hea wo abhi, ap jantey to hen wo kitna...

"Bacha nai hea wo Shehry!" Dad cut me through, right then Mom entered keeping a tray of tea and I took it from her hand, gesturing her to calm Dad down and she shook her head with a helpless sigh.

"Bachey nai kertey aesi herkatein. Us ki tarafdariyan kerna band ker do tum" Dad added, I picked up a cup.

"Acha chalen ap beth to jaiye. Jab se aaye hen army walo ki tarah parade mar rahe hen. Is se kuch ho jae ga?" Mom stated and Dad glared at her, I held my chuckle and gave him his tea.

"Is se kuch ho ya nai ho. Tumharey ladley ki waja se mera damagh zaroor phat jae ga" Dad countered and Mom made a face sitting down in the sofa.

"Huhn! Apne kam ka burden hea ap ka. Merey masoom se bachey per mat daliye" she stated disapprovingly.

"he has no respect for his teachers, Kareem sahib ko kharooos bola us ne aj" Dad informed Mom.

"Dad wesey Mr. Kareem is indeed a little sarroo" I added and Dad gave me a shut up look, I placed my index over my lips looking at Mom who heaved up a sigh and then looked at Dad.

"Dekhiye Asif! Hussain abhi bacha hea, or bachey choti choti sharartein to kerty he hen is mein itna ziada gussa q ho rahe hen ap"

"Gussa Hussain per nai hoon khud per hoon. Kia jawab doon ga mein Sultan Bhai ko? K aesa beta paala hea mein ne?" Dad stated furrowing amnd Mom went silent.

"Abhi us sab mein buhat waqt para hea Asif! Abhi se kahan ap wo batein le bethey?"

"Waqt kab or kesey guzer jata hea Shaista! Pata bhi nai chalta. Or mein ne soch liya hea Hussain se do tok bat kerne ka. Wo chahta kia hea" I looked between Mom and Dad confused.

"Wo singer ban'na chahta hea Dad!" I told him and he shook his head.

"Unless he is going to show me a straight As am not allowing him for opting this as a career" he warned me and I gulped.

Straight As? Agley baraa salon mein bhi us ne nai lana wo to.

Chal Hussain putter! Tu Naan Chaney da thelaa la le athey.

"Sultan Sahab ki beti ne matric mein board top kiya hea. Or hamarey sahabzadey hen k in ki batameeziyan he nai khatam hoti" Dad snaped angry once again.

"But Dad! Comparing your son with somebody else is bad" I stated and he remained quiet. "Hussain has his own strengths and positive points; you can't say that he is good for nothing. Bus thora shararti hea, to kia hua Dad, chota hea abhi wo samajh jae ga" I added softly.

"it's is better for him that he straightens his priorities Shehry! Otherwise I will take an extreme step" he warned.

"Don't worry dad! Mein samjhaoon ga usey" I promised.

"or Shaista! Mein chahta hoon k tum ek bar phir apne ladley ko yad dihani kara do. Mein nai chahta k wo bhool jae or jab waqt aaye to boley k wo to kuch janta he nai" Dad looked back at Mom who frowned.

"Kis barey mein Asif?"

"Tehreem k barey mein"

Tehreem's End

It was encircled by thousands of people; brown, white, red, wheatish every kind and colour of skin was visible in front of my eyes but still the aura of that huge black structure was prominent among everything and anything.

Those verses embroidered in gold over the velvet making it even splendor and appealing to heart and soul. Standing at a distance my eyes glued on the sight as I tried to absorb as much as I could and suddenly I felt like walking towards it and touching it, feeling it against my skin my heart.

My feet moved but the crowed seemed like rushing towards me all of a sudden and I was pushed back. Readjusting the kheemar over my head I moved a little left in that crowd trying to move forward; I dunno why at the moment I felt like the only thing maters is the monument in front of my eyes, and my feet lept in to the direction like a complete insane when suddenly I lost my balance not realizing the stair case under my foot and it slipped.

"Bismillah!" a gasp left my mouth and my heart dropped down in my tummy.

But right when I was about to fall down my arm got into a firm grip and I was pulled up back on my feet. "kabhi to dihan se chala karo Tehreem!" I looked up to find my savior but he was already walking past me.

I was about to call him when I realized my wrist was still secured in his grip and he pulled me at his back as he walked ahead.

My feet followed him blankly. He was a tall man with lean figure but broad shoulders; I could only see his back towering, shadowing over my body frame. One of his arms was out from the ahraam he was wearing, my gaze lowered down.

People passed by and we kept on walking cutting the crowd, this time it felt like so easy as if my Rabb was inviting me to His home Himself, as if He Himself was making way cutting the crowd for me, as if He had sent him like an angel showing me the way.

my feet halted and I looked up, all I could see was the amazing sight of Khan'a Ka'aba in front of me, close enough for me to touch it and feel it in every heartbeat.

Fresh tears built up as my hands trembled on their way of getting up in du'a, my lips shivered as words came out and tears streamed off my eyes.

I shut my eyes and prayed, engulfed by the aura of the scared place I was standing. My breath hiccuped when slowly an arm secured me wrapping around my shoulder assuring me he was there with me.

My eyes flutter open as I took a step back and looked to my right, my gaze went up towards his face but the only thing I could see were those eyes, brown deep eyes with a smile lingering inside them....a comforting soothing smile. I wanted to see his face but a strange light covered it up, reflection just didn't let me have a look at him.

"Ap..?" words slipped my mouth but his smile didn't fade at all and slowly I felt he was backing off and then with in a blink of my eyes he got disappeared in the huge crowd.

"Ap....?"

....

"Tehreem!"

"Tehreem! Tehreem beta! Uth jao beta!"

I felt my shoulders been shaken a little and then the warmth gone, I heard footsteps and then with the most irritating annoying sound in the whole universe the curtains of my room were been drawn off making me squint my orbs as the sun rays crashed directly onto my poor eyes.

Groaning loud I tossed in the bed and turned away from the sun rays.

"Tehreem! Beta!" she had disbelief and disapproval in her tone. "Beta! Nashta thanda ho raha hea, kitni bar aaoon gi mein tumhen bulaney?"

Reluctantly I turned and opened just one eye looking at my Mother's upset yet most amazing most beautiful face in the whole world, a smile crept on my lips. She was my morning smile.

"Soi he kahan Ma! Abhi to aankh lagi thi or phir woi purana khuwab..." I moved and placing my head in her lap I wrapped my arms around her lower back.

"Acha ji! To phir aya kia khuwab mein mera damaad?" She asked in a naughty way and I groaned, despite feeling that heat emitting my face.

"Ma! Mera dihan ap k damaad per nai hota khuwab mein apney Rabb or us ghr per hota hea" I stated and she made a disapproving sound.

"Shuroo mat kerdena ub subha subha tableegh" I giggled at her response.

"Kaha bhi hea chor do ye sab kuch, itni si umer mein itni bari zimmedari thama di hea meri bachi k kandhon per" I felt her fingers caressing my hair, and I swear it felt like heaven.

"per tumharey Abba ko kahan ghum koi? Huhn!kabhi nai samjhen ge" she stated disapprovingly and I giggled, pulling up I looked at her upset face.

"Ma! Stop blaming Abu for everything, it was my choice he didn't force me for this" I assured her the same thing I had been doing for last two years, she sighed and got up from the bed.

"Apney abu ki beti ho, ub mein kia keh sakti hoon bhala" she complained and I helplessly smiled at her cute expressions.

"Chalo aa jao! Nashta ker lo werna phir kaho gi meri waja se college ko der hui" she announced stepping out from the room.

"Yes Boss!" I called back loud and clear before falling back on the bed with a thud.

Am Tehreem. Tehreem Sultan; am 16 and the only child of a proud parents.

The best thing about life was that it was truly blessed. I had everything a girl could dream off; loving parents, amazing friends, excellent educational record and above all I had Him....My Rabb always at my side.

Oops and I had one thing more.... Hussain.

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So the past has started already....

hope u all liked the chapy :)

Hussain is seriously too much ;)

And how did you find Gul and Ibraheem and Tehreem??????

Stay tuned

Love you all :)