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Ibraheem's POV

I had deleted all the chats and mails from the account Hussain gave me long ago; but I still remember every word from the confession I made; an incomplete confession.

"you should have told her Ibraheem!" Mom's voice made me come out of the trance and I looked at her face, concerned and worried.

"in fact tell Hussain about all this before its too late." She added and I shook my head, holding her hand in mine.

"Mom! am not worried about Hussain. I know he doesn't like her, Tehreem would be the last girl on this planet with whom Hussain can fall in love" I assured her and she made an uncertain face.

"Its just that... that I want to become something, mein us k qabil ban'na chahta hoon Mom! I think I confessed to her on a very wrong time, and am glad I didn't mention my name tha...

"But wo to waha ye soch rahi ho gi na k Hussain ne usey wo sab kaha hea" Mom frowned as she cut me through.

"doesn't matter. Hussain has already talked to Shaista aunty. Ye rishta almost khatam hea Mom! mager mein nai chahta k mein khud ko thop doon Tehreem per. I want to give her some time phir bata doon ga usey. Khud ja ker mil ker usey apney dil ki bat bata doon ga"

"I just want you to be happy beta! and if its Tehreem then go get her in your life" she smiled and I returned the gesture.

"mujhey chorren ye bataen k chup chup ker Dad se batein ker rai theen na ap?" I asked mischievously and she literally gasped, slapping my arm.

"Why would I?"

"Come on Mom! you finally forgave him, and then there is clearly nothing wrong in...

"Ibraheem!" Mom cut me through. "He is happy in his life, in his family and I am happy in mine" she softly smiled touching my face. "yes. I forgave him but I don't want or need his presence back in my life. Berson ka bojh uter gaya merey dil se, bus yei buhat hea k merey pas tum ho" her fingers caressed my cheek and I smiled warmly.

"I want nothing else than a bahu and a few potey potiyan in my life now" she smiled playfully and I chuckled, with my heart skipped a beat. "life will be perfect then"

"yup. Soon inn shaa Allah!" I assured her and she smiled.

"but I miss Aleena" I pressed my lips in a thin line missing her like hell here in seatle.

"why don't you go and meet her in fact kuch din k liye usey apne sath le aao" she suggested and I smiled nodding.

"dad ko bhi?" I asked innocently and before she could slap me again I backed off, Mom chuckled and I threw my arms around her hugging her.

Tehreem's POV

"Tehreem beta! ye soup pi lo" Aunty placed my and Samra's bowls on the table and I pressed a smile.

"JazakAllah Aunty!"

I picked up my bowl and gulped a spoon, it was yummy and perfect for such cold weather. Aunty walked up to the stairs holding a tray carrying a bowl of soup but she halted near he stairs as she held her left knee.

"Samra! go and help her yar" I looked to my left, Samra glanced at her mother and then shrugged her shoulders carelessly but then made a face as she straightened on the couch.

"Ammi! yar Kahan ja rahi hen ooper?"

"Beta Hussain ko soup de aoon zara mager pata nai achanak se ghutney mein dard shuroo ho gaya hea"

"Samra! tum de aao na" I glared at her who smirked at me.

"han han bilkul de aao. Ammi kun bura maney gi yar!?" She stated all loud and I frowned a her with my mouth wide open.

"Han lo beta! de aao usey" Aunty walked towards me gesturing and I just looked nervously between her and Samra.

"You need to talk to him Tehreem! If am no wrong you still haven't thanked him for saving your life" She narrowed her eyes and I blinked mine. "go and say JazakAllah" she fluttered her eyes brows smiling all ear to ear and I just helplessly stare at her face.

"YOU are going Samra! am not" I glared at her bu to no avail, she shrugged her shoulders looking back on the magazine in her hands.

I looked at Aunty who was still holding he tray and then got up. Reluctantly I held he tray and heard Samra chuckled at my back.

Whats so funny....?

Aunty smiled softly a me as I walked past her and headed towards the stairs.

I was trying to ignore Hussain for past few days, just to get a grip over my wayward thoughts and that strange uncomfortable sting in my tummy whenever he is around me.

But I guess being Samra in the same house my goal won't be achieved.

Reaching to his door I heard him talking....

"Or Tehreem ko buhat poochna meri taraf se buhat sara piyar dena" it was a feminine voice. I guess Shaista Aunty....

"Abey nai o! piyar nai dena tu Saley! Wesey he teri niyat kuch kharab lag rahi hea" a male voice came immediately and I felt my feet shivered a little as I stopped in the door frame.

"Ji bilkul pooch loon ga Mom!" Hussain was sitting on the couch, with his back turned towards me and head hung a little low over something

"or q nai de sakta piyar. Aakhir bivi hea meri honey wali.....

My grip around the tray went even firm as the words lost in his mouth when he looked up at my reflection in the mirror.

I seriously came at the very wrong time....

"Uh-Mom! lemme call you back" my gaze was lowered but I could here the hesitation in his tone.

Calm down Tehreem! what is wrong with you? stop behaving like an immature teenager who can not fight back to her lame silly feelings.

I frowned at my own stupid self and then looked up finding him already standing in front of me with his gaze on my face, no frown, no confusion even the gaze felt softer this time....not a stare.

He pressed a small smile and I gulped down before opening my mouth. "Soup!!!" I held the tray a little towards him and he looked down a that.

"You can step in Tehreem! I won't bite. Am no a cannibal trust me" I frowned as he seriously threw a joke, I walked in and ignoring the fact that his gaze was following me I placed the tray over his dresser before walking back to the door.

"Hey! Thank you" he called aloud as I barged out without stopping and almost ran downstairs.

Or q nai de sakta piyar? Akhir bivi hea meri honey wali.....

I just want Abbu to come back soon and take me back to home, I don't want any fishy feelings towards Hussain.

Jo rishta ek din ban'na he hea wo khoobsurti se baney yei behter hea, I don't want it muffled with wrong feelings.

Behter hea k jab tak wo rishta nai banta hum door rahen.

Hussain's POV

For next few weeks our university remained closed for maintainance and repairment, I needed to rest as well my brain was still a little numb.

At home with nothing to do I just spent my days and night in pondering over my own change of mind, my alien weird feelings towards Tehreem and she on the other hand went even quieter after the incident and used to spend most of her time in Quran and Namaz.

Sometimes she would sit with her quran for hours without getting tired or bored and the rest of the time keeping the hefty looking book close to her heart, leaning with anything silently as if she was deep in thoughts.

One morning I woke up quite early and I didn't feel like sleeping back. Getting up from the bed I washed my face and picked up my guitar leaning with the wall and walked out of the room, stepping down stairs i headed towards the law; weather was exceptionally pleasant and the air felt so fresh.

For a few moments I stood there inhaling the air, the fragrance of flowers when suddenly my gaze landed on her, she was sitting on one of the wooden benches in the lawn in the far corner, clad in a long shirt coming down almost to her ankles and the hijab carefully wrapped.

Her gaze was fixed down in her hands placed in her lap holding a heavy looking book.

Subha subha kia perh rai hea? I frowned and walked inside the lawn holding my guitar. I had to practice for the coming show in university.

"hey!" reaching near her I greeted and she looked up, shutting the book. Her gaze had a strangeness in it as if she couldn't recognize me, but then a soft smile appeared on her lips.

Ahan! Ub to muskura bhi deti hea dekh ker..... chalo it's a huge accomplishment Hussain!

"Assalam-o-alaikum!" she replied, was that blush in her cheeks or she was a natural beauty?

Catching my gaze fixed on her face for a little too long, she looked down again and was about to open the book when I sat on the same bench.

"so, you are a morning reader han!" I asked and she looked at me, nodding her head.

"what are you reading? Shakespeare? Bronte?"I asked speculating and she smiled, looking down at the book.

My gaze followed hers and I found her long, sleek fair fingers caressing the cover softly. "people of cave" she stated and I frowned.

"hm? What?"

"People of cave Hussain!" she looked up at me and repeated. "I was reciting Surah Kahaf" she explained and I face-palm myself.

"oh! But is it Friday?" I asked furrowing and she shook her head, with a small delicate chuckle.

"No, it's not" she said. "but it gives peace to my heart" she added, and I noticed her eyes were so different, I had never seen such orbs; smiling, shinning, giving the reflection of her inner beauty.

I was lost in them when she lowered her gaze. "you stare a little too much"

Even her complain sounded innocent and I couldn't stop but chuckle.

"I have all the right to stare you" I remarked and felt her grip around the book went tighter.

What the hell Hussain?since when you have started talking all cheesy with her?

"Not yet" she countered lowly and I chuckled again.

"chalo phir nikah ker len" I suggested quickly and her head spun into my direction, her eyes wide with disbelief and I shrugged my shoulders.

"Ap siraf ghoorney k liye mujh se nikah ker len ge?" she asked dumbfounded and I hardly controlled my laughter, her expressions cute.

"Nahee. Or bhi buhat kuch kerney k liye ...

"I should leave now" and before I could finish my sentence she got up, trying not to look at my face, her cheeks turned extreme shade of red and I got up chuckling.

"Acha ye batao k waqai is se tumhen sakoon milta hea?" I asked pointing towards her quran and she nodded.

"han. Milta hea. this is my father's. Abbu ne dada se liya tha phir un se mein ne le liya. Quran to sab ek jesey hotey hen, sab mein Rabb ka ek sa hokum hota hea mager najaney q I have a special affiliation with this" she stated all lost into the book, a little soft smile was there on her lips and I just stared her face once again.

"Ap ko kis se sakoon milta hea?" she asked simply and without thinking for once I pulled up the guitar in my hand.

"Music"

She smiled looking down at the guitar, her smile had something I couldn't understand at the moment.

"Ap dekhiye ga Hussain! ek din aaye ga jab is ki awaz apk kano mein zeher ki tera lage gi, ap ka dil chahye ga ap kan band ker len...chup jaen kaheen jahan ap k kano mein ganey ki awaz na ja sakey" she stated and I rolled my eyeballs as I could come up with nothing.

"Rabb wo waqt laye jab apk dil ko bus Allah hu Akbar se sakoon miley" she smiled softly with assurance. "door nai hea wo waqt Hussain!"

And with that she walked past me towards the house and I just stood there with my gaze following her.

Tehreem's POV

"Tehreem beta! tum bhi chalo hamarey sath bus ek din he ki to bat hea rat tak wapas aa jana hea hum ne" Aunty offered once again.

"Aunty I wish but you know Abbu is coming back tonight Inn shaa Allah! And I still have to pack my stuff so.....

"I wish I could come with you" I added as she made a sad face.

"Samra beta! Hussain ko bata diya tha na?" Aunty inquired as Samra came down stairs holding her bag over her shoulder.

"Uh- ji. Ji Ammi! Usey University se he le len ge rasty se" Samra informed, she sounded a little alarmed and I frowned as she looked away my face not meeting my gaze.

"You should have come with us Tehreem yar! I would show you my village, its beautiful" She pouted and I smiled.

"Some other time" I pressed a smile.

Aunty and Samra left in a few minutes and I heaved up a sigh knowing I had a lot of university work to finish. Heading into the kitchen I made a cup of tea for myself and went to my room.

Today I was extra happy, after a whole 5 months Abu was coming back to Pakistan and finally my wait is over. I could go back to my home and then there will be no Hussain; no awkward feelings and no tension of keeping my hijaab all the time intact and off course no silly tummy-aches.

Hussain's POV

"Ohhoo! That's bad Hussain! you should have informed us before time nai?" I heard Samra's grumpy voice from the other side of phone and I frowned.

"What are you talking about Sam....

"Han han I know its really important but we cant wait for your presentation. We are suppose to leave in like half hour, train aaney wali hea station per." She continued anyways, ignoring my response and my frown went deeper.

"Have you gone mad? Or maybe you dialed the wrong person Samra!" I stated irritated.

"Acha khair tum do presentation. I know it matters to you and your exams. Hum khud he chale jaen ge" she stated with a sigh and I shook my head in confusion.

"kon si presentation yar Samra! kia bol rai ho?" I asked irritated.

"If you people can wait I will be there in 20 minutes" I offered.

"nai us ki zaroora nai. Tumharey pas ghar ki chabi hea na?" she asked and I checked in my bag, finding it in the rare pocket.

"Yup. I have it."

"Fine then. Have fun alone and please don't miss Tehreem much okay"

She ended her statement in a meaningful way pressing every word and only then I realized something, something between the lines which she wanted to convey and I shook my head.

I kept my phone in my pocket as we hung up.

Why hey had to take Tehreem with themselves? Khair chalo rat tak to aa jaye gi.

Wesey bhi I had just one day left with Tehreem in the same house, tomorrow Sultan uncle would come and she would go back to her house then there will be no Tehreem...no awkward feelings, no rapid heartbeats.

Tehreem's POV

After I completed my assignments I packed my stuff as I couldn't wait to see Abbu and then go back home and then wait for Ma to arrive tomorrow.

After all that I had nothing to do, Samra called me and informed me about her arrival there safely. I got up from the couch and tied my hair up in a loose bun before walking out of the room; maybe I should cook something for myself.

While crossing Hussain's room my feet halted as I peeked inside through the little ajar door and pushed it back, his bed was in a total mess; quilt half hanging down the bed, bed sheet crumbled, a pillow on the bed the other over the side table.

"Ya Allah!" a gasp left my mouth as I stepped in and looked around everything was just scattered, even his wardrobe opened wide and a few shirts hanging out from the closet.

"why can't men keep things neat and tidy?"

Heaving up a deep breath I shifted my duppatta over my shoulder and tied it over my waist before I went busy arranging his things.

I made his bed and then placed everything on its place but my hands halted as I saw his jacket placed on the study chair; the same jacket whose warmth I could sill feel, the same jacket he was wearing that day...the worst darkest day. My hand moved over the cold leather and trailed down.

Its only a jacket. Not me inside it....

Or q nai de sakta piyar meri bivi hea honey wali....

I touched my cheeks they were practically heat up as his words rang up in my head. looking up in the mirror I found a small smile over the corner of my lips which soon faded and a frown spread across my forehead.

What is happening to me? why cant I stop thinking about him? is it wrong? Am I doing a sin unknowingly?

Or maybe.... maybe it isn't a sin, maybe my feelings aren't wrong for him.

I donno what got into me, I looked down at his jacket and then slipped my arms in the sleeves; too big for me.

I looked back at my reflection and a coy smile spread across every feature, shaking my head I walked back and started giving final touches to his room and after dusting his furniture off I walked out and closed the door at my back.

Time to cook something.....

I was still on the door when I heard movements from down stairs and my heart stopped beating.

Ghar per to koi nai phir ye awaz......?

Chor???? Almost in no time I opened the door once again and stepped inside shutting it back firm. I looked around and found almost nothing for my defense.

Hussain's POV

I took out the key to the main gate from my bag and opened the lock, entering inside I shut the door and walked up to the kitchen. After gulping down a glass of water I decided to rest for a while before I could order some pizza for lunch.

But I was just about to jog upstairs when suddenly power cut and it went dark in the lounge as the windows were closed and curtains drawn over them

"Pakistan nai badalney wala. Na bijli na gas na safety of life, Allah he rehem karey is Mulk per"

Shaking my head I walked upstairs and headed towards my room.

Stepping inside I turned my phone's flash light on and placed it over the study table.

I was about to walk to the washroom when I felt the curtain near the wardrobe moved a little and my feet halted in the midway.

chor?

Tehreem's POV

One hand clutching Hussain's guitar firmly while the other fisting the curtain's fabric I just stood there motionless hardly taking breaths as the door opened and somebody entered and a whistling sound stroke my ears.

Whisling? Chor seeti q bajae ga?

I just kept the guitar at the ready to blow a strike any time.

The whistling continued.....

I wanted to peek out but due to power cut it was complete darkness but soon I felt a little faint light and I peeked just a little. To my utmost horror I found him standing near his study table and I got the mini heart attack there and then.

Hussain????

My heart started beating even faster as he took off his sweater and threw it somewhere; I just cleaned your room, this is what you do, creating mess all the time. He was still whistling and was about to turn when I hurriedly got back inside the curtain and the whistling stopped all of a sudden.

I swear I wasn't even breathing at the moment, I wish I could disappear somewhere.... Please! Please! Please don't come near.

Hayee Allah! I wasn't even wearing my hijab and his jacket was still on me.....

My head started to spin as my senses went a little hazy.

For next few moments I just stood there motionless, silent neither he moved nor he spoke a word. What was he doing? What was he thinking or waiting for?

I was still behind the curtain, our first meeting came flashing across my eyes and I just gulped down. There was a clear difference between then and now; in all these past months at least I could trust him with this much.... I knew he won't hurt me.

And to my utmost shock he walked backwards, the light moved back and I frowned as he didn't do anything rather I heard a door creaked open and then shut back. The light completely faded off.

"Ya Allah!!!!" I sighed in extreme relief as I quickly peeked out, no one was there.

I stepped out and hurried towards the door when out of nowhere the door at my back flung open with the same creek and my heart dropped down to my tummy.

Hussain's POV

As I moved towards the curtain I kept my flashlight a little aside and peeked through, tilting my head.

Tehreem?

My eyes literally popped out in utter surprise as I found her shivering behind the curtain, her hand was clutching the fabric hard and to my even more shock I found her wearing my jacket....

What was wrong with her man!!!???

I purposely neither asked anything nor showed the fact that I knew it was her and moved back towards the bathroom stepping in I shut the door keeping it a little ajar.

And exactly as I expected she stepped out from the curtain and hurried towards the door when I opened the door and stepped out.

The light was still in my hand, now working as a spot light over the most beautiful, prettiest yet extremely horrified face in this world. I just stood there holding my laughter as she gawked at me with horror and then turned back fidgeting with the knob over my door.

With in a few strides I stood closer to her and held the knob of my door, her hands stretched back instantly after the slightest skin contact that actually felt like an electric shock. "what are doing here?"

"umm wo..uh- I was....

Her head hung low, I couldn't look at her face as the cap worked as a hurdle. Moving my free hand up I removed my cap from her head and her hair flung open at her back..... ooopsss!!!

"Hussain?" she literally gasped trying to reach back for the cap but her protest faded the moment she caught me gawking at her face; her eyes searching my gaze and suddenly our first ever disastrous meeting flashed across my mind.

"you know what is wrong with you girls?" I asked more like stated and she frowned. "you people think that you are weak and fragile, that's why when a boy comes and stand in your way you people get even weaker, meek and timid as if you cant do anything to your defense...and then the only thing you do is to cry and sob and blame your own selves, harm your own selves. You think you can not do anything"

"but trust me you can Tehreem!" I added softly and her forehead which was crumbled in confused frowns relaxed a little.

"I... I was...

She stuttered a little nervously. I purposely kept the phone aside, so that all the light doesn't fall on her face but still we were close, close enough to set my heartbeats racing inside my chest, close enough to fill my heart with strange feelings and my stomach packed with a bunch of wild wolves.

"Its not just me Tehreem! its the whole world; I know what you want or feel or what you don't want and I have started respecting your values but not everyone does that or would do that...." She looked up at me once again, in the faint light I could see her long thick eyelashes blinking at me.

"next time when some one stands in your way, fight back" I stated firmly. "and I know you can. You are stronger than you think Thereem!"

With that I took a step back and turned the knob, opening the door wide for her.

"here! Take this and go to your room" I extended my phone which she grabbed in no time and was about to step out when I grabbed her wrist from above my jacket and she looked at me terrified.

"my jacket???" I pointed down at her holding a smirk, I wish I could see those crimson tints in her cheeks but I couldn't it was stupidly dark.

"uh- yeah. Let me take it ou...

"its okay. you can keep it if you liked it that much" I stated playfully slowly leaving her hand, with out any further delay she walked out and stepped towards her room.

Tehreem's POV

The moment I entered in the bathroom the bulb flickered on and i blinked my eyes.

Smashing cold water over my face I just stood there looking my reflection in the mirror, my heartbeats still fast and my chest pained as I took deep breaths.

He is becoming slow poison to me, slowly and gradually filling me spreading inside me....

You are stronger than you think Tehreem!

I have started respecting your values.....

I leaned with the wall at my back with my eyes shut, trying to calm myself, my heartbeats and my thoughts which were seemingly stuck in Hussain when suddenly I heard a knock over the door of my room and I looked out.

"Tehreem! Pizza is here. Wanna have some?" he asked and for a moment I wanted to say NO. but then I heaved up a sigh and walked out of the bathroom.

"Knock knock!!! Ghar per koi hea?" his voice chirped again.

"ji. Am coming" I replied.

"Okay am waiting downstairs" he informed and then I heard footsteps. I let out a breath as I picked up my duppatta and my gaze landed on Hussain's Jacket.

I had never embarrassed myself in front of anyone. Then why in front of Hussain? Aaarggghhh! This is so not me. whatever is happening to me, whatever am feeling this is so not Tehreem like... as if I have changed, as if there is somebody else inside me.

Walking downstairs I heard a noise, as I stepped down and caught his sight I found him cursing loud while squatting over the couch and his eyes fixed on the TV screen.

"Oh! Crap! What are you even doing? Like have you lost your real mind?" he was talking to apparently no one maybe the men in TV, they were playing soccer.

"Yeah go hide in your Mummy's lap now. Effin' idiot you are. This is how you play? Total waste of time" I walked up to him as he switched off the TV and almost threw the remote on the sofa.

Hussain's POV

I threw the remote on the sofa, I was hella angry with Neymar, he actually made the whole team seem like a bunch of morons on the field.

"Its just a game" I was still cursing him when I heard her little disapproving voice and looked up, finding her now near the sofa at the far end, she quietly placed my phone back on the table as she sat down.

"Yeah I wonder who made them play in the team I mean if I was only in his place, the team had already the winning place" I boasted and she just frowned at me.

"Am a PRO at it" I jerked my collars up but in trying that the already loose hanging button jumped off my collar and she actually giggled quickly suppressing it later on and I made a face.

"kadi khul k v hass liya karo......" I cheesed but she ignored me, bending down a little she opened the pizza box.

"so tell me, are you only happy for Sultan uncle or you are happy because finally you can run away from here and then there will be no Hussain......hm?" I asked taking a bite from my pizza and she looked up at me, for a second startled. So the later part is the answer.... I smirked at my own thoughts.

"Itna bura lagta hoon tumhen?" I continued as she didn't reply. "you just don't know how many girls around globe claim to be in love with me, they just die to have a selfie with me or an autograph or a photograph and here you are lucky already having me as your....

"Han, mein nai merti mager is sab k liye" she cut me through leaving me bisti-fied already.

All the boast off went to gutter..... face-palm.

"Bari khudgerz muhabbat kerti hen lerkiyan apse" she stated simply and I frowned. "who don't even think where all this could land you"

"care to explain?" I asked all ardently. 

"jo waqai muhabbat kerty hen wo na khudgerz hotey hen na itne andhey k apney he mehboob ko ruswa ker den, berbaad ker den" she added and looked down at the pizza slice in her hand, I was still frowning.

There was one thing I could never stand; anything against my fans. I loved them all they loved me equally even more, in return one thing I could give them was respect.

"what does that mean?" I asked seriously and she looked at me. "my fans love me, they respect me they know how hard I have struggled to get what I have today. They have been there for me through every thick and thin Tehreem! I love them all and trust me you just won't get that...." I added sharply.

Calm down Hussain!

"yes. Maybe you are right. I wont get that. Because maybe the person whom I love and respect would be the last I want to find burning in hell fire, if I love someone how can I even bare looking at him in acute pain?" she asked.

"jaiye lijiye selfies, dejiye autographs photographs this is what your fans want from you. right? To sing and dance for them to show love to them. to jaiye what are you waiting for? Do it. But just think before all that Hussain! all this would land you nowhere" she pointed her index at me as she stated all firm and serious.

"a day will come when you will forget all your fans and they will forget you... sab khatam ho jaye ga mager amaal reh jaen ge. Each and every deed is going to stay alive and then going to be bury with us in the mud" her eyes piercing into my soul and I felt a shudder.

"insaan matti mein matti ho jata hea mager amaal nai mit'tey"

"kerty hon ge log ap se muhabbat. Han, merti hon gi lerkiyan ap per mager wo ye q nai sochteen k unki ye muhabbat fanaa ker de gi, unhen bhi or ap ko bhi, aesi muhabbat ka koi wujood nai hea Hussain!"

"Hum itni muhabbat apne Rabb se q nai kerty? Q saari saari rat Rabb k liye nai jagtey? Jitna intizar humein kisi film k aaney ka hota hea utna he intizar ramazan k aaney ka q nai hota? Ye passion ye craze hum apney Rabb k liye q nai dikhatey?" she frowned hard and I couldn't reply back.

Her gaze shifted a little low as her expressions softens "here. Right over your chest he was keeping that gun. One moment and.......

She trailed off and I could feel her voice shivered a little so was my heart even the thought of it. 

"one moment and life ends Hussain! life ends and then you have to face the one who created you, your Lord, your Rabb. do you think He would care about your university medals, your degrees, your number of selfies or the amount of songs you have already hifz in your life?" she asked the later part much sarcastically, a little rage there in her eyes.

"My Rabb wont ask me about my fantasies and my crush and my love interests Hussain! But He will surely ask me what I had been doing down here, amaal... deeds. Every single deed will be questioned by Rabb. mujhey khauf aata hea, jis din mera Rabb mujh se sawal karey ga, mujh se poochey ga kia mein ne insaaf kiya us ki di hui rehmaton k sath? Mujhy khauf aata hea us din ka soch ker jab mera Rabb insaaf karey ga...

"He gave me eyes so what did I do with them? watched movies? Stare at boys? He blessed me with voice so what did do? Sang songs? Abused my elders? What did I do with my hands, My feet, my hair, my whole body and soul....?" Her eyes turned glassy and I blinked my eyes staring her just trying to absorb all that.

Her gaze shifted down, frown there on her forehead and her hands fisting her shirt as if she was afraid, scared of something she rolled her lower lip inward and I gulped a little, feeling speechless.

For next few moments there was complete silence and then I heard a soft sniffle which made me look up at her face still hung low.

"Mujhey itni khudgerz muhabbat nai kerni ap se" with that she got up over her feet and marched towards the kitchen leaving me stupefied, numb in my place with the pizza now cold as heck.... And my appetite lost.

....to be continued....

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