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Chapter # 7.7

Shehry's POV

"A wife should be not-so-educated, pretty, obedient with a flawless character" Jawad claimed. As if I asked you. jahil insaan.

He looked here and there before leaning in a little and I frowned. "unlike Haya you know" my frown went deeper.

"Yeah. I know you two are committed but trust me a girl who tried to seduce her cousin how can you be sure about her character?" he made a face and I gulped the urge of smacking his face, down my throat.

I didn't want to create a scene. Afterall it was about a few weeks drama, why to get so serious?

"I mean honestly look at yourself man!" Jawad eyed me up and down and up again making me eternally shiver with the thought is he a gay?

"you can get the hottest chick but I can see you are badly stuck with my nakchirhi cousin" he made a face and I shrugged my shoulders.

"Bus kia Karen ub jo qismat mein likha hea wo to nai badalta na" I stated acting much humble and he thumped his heavy hand over my shoulder. Oh teriii maa ka ...... bulldozer!!!

"you can still get out of this" he leaned in stating in a hushed tone and I frowned.

"Are you like...still into Haya or...

"Oh hold on!!! Its nothing like that" he cut me through as I gave him a suspicious look. "Mom wanted to give it a try where as I was completely against it. I mean who wants Haya type ki wife in his life? She is not bivi material at all"

He claimed and I mentally punched him square in face.

"uh- how?" I asked furrowing my brows and he went in full on explanation mode.

"dekh yar! Banda sara din ka thaka hara ghar aaye or samney russi hui voti miley, nakhrey itney k kadi muken he na, zabaan train jitni lambi or piyar k nam per mathey per subha sham ball" he counted over his fingers.

"Ub bata. Aesi bivi kisey chaiye ho gi?" he asked and I moved my head thoughtfully.

"You are right Boss! Intiha ki nakchiri or baddimagh hea" I added and he nodded.

"chalo nakhrey bhi berdasht ker leta hea banda agar voti Miss world ho. Huhn!" he jerked his head disapprovingly and I internally heaved up a sigh.

Pata nai kahan is jahil k sath betha ker chaley gaye Qadir uncle?

"yeah! And I always wanted Miss universe" I boasted mockingly and he gave me a sympathetic look. "bus kia karoon Mom Dad like her a lot and I seriously can not refuse them" I added and he patted my shoulder as if was consoling me.

"koi nai koi nai, bus thora tight ker k rakhna" he casually instructed me and I made a thoughtful O with my lips. "ye desi lerkiyan na America London mein reh ker khud ko Queen Victoria samajhney lagti hen. Zara lagaam dheeli ki nai k nikal gaeen hath se. Get a good hold man!" he winked at the end and I fought hard with all my guts to press a smile but couldn't.

I was about to say something when his phone rang up and he excused.

Sala ek number ka Harami hea....thats God Haya got out of that. I shook my head as I turn to leave and my feet freeze in their place. Finding Haya standing in the door frame with her arms crossed and gaze fixed on me.

"Hello! When did you come back?" I walked up to her but she didn't reply, reaching near her I found her eyes glassy from behind those huge ass specs.

"Whats wrong?" I tried to touch her shoulder when she instantly moved back warning me to come any closer. "what happ....

"log kehtey hen mein ghalat sochti hoon. Meri soch mard zaat ko le ker buhat ghalat hea mager pata nai kun Shehry jab bhi mein isye badalney ki koshish kerti hoon koi na koi meri soch ko sahi sabit ker deta hea. thank YOU this time" her face tensed and I felt she gulped a lump down.

I just stood there dumbfounded when she walked backwards and then almost ran towards the staircase.

Shitt!!!!

Following her upstairs I ran towards her and caught hold of her wrist before she could marched in her room and shut the door on my face.

"Shehry let me go!" her tone gritted and threatening.

"Look! It isn't what you are thinking Haya. Whatever you heard was just...

"Truth" she cut me through casually. "I know Shehry. you don't have to give any explanation I already know what and who I am; am not pretty, am baddimagh, am nakchiri, and am sorry not being the miss universe for the Shehry the great...

She kept on blabbering and I just helplessly tried to shut her up.

"and now am characterless as well. BRAVO!!!!" she dramatically added before literally clapping and I rubbed my forehead in frustration.

"don't make such faces Shehry! you should be more than happy be greatfull to God that this is a fucking act and your life will be peaceful once again. Soon" she grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand off my forehead.

"Look Haya! Am sorry for whatever you heard but trust me I did not mean...

"Oh please Mr. Shehryar Asif! You don't have to be sorry. Because I know this is what you think of me, this is what every man thinks of a girl" her tone went a little low and I stared into her eyes; complaining and sore.

"you know what! Even if a girl would get rapped you would think its her fault and..

"Oh shut up Haya!" frustration got the worst of me and I actually shouted at her. "whatever I think of you or any other girl is my business and I clearly do not need a certification from you. You get that?" I spatted angrily and she blinked her eyes, a tear rolled down her cheek making me gulp down.

Ah God! Why is this getting difficult with every passing day????

"Am sor...

But before I could apologize or better explain myself she stepped in her room and slammed the door shut.

And regret just killed me inside.

Tehreem's POV

My heartbeats were accelerating with every word I spoke.... Reason was unknown.

My head hung low and a tear escaped through my lashes and rolled down my cheek. I could feel his gaze upon my face.

"mujhey aesi khudgherz muhabbat nai kerni ap se" gulping the tears down I got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen.

Why on earth I had to gave him a lecture? Kis ne kaha tha itna bolney ko? Chup nai reh sakti tum Tehreem!

I just didn't know what to do, how to calm my inside and so I aimlessly picked up a knife and started cutting the okra purposelessly, ignoring his presence at my back.

"to phir kesi muhabbat kerni hea tumhen mujh se Tehreem?" the knife halted in my firm grip for a moment as I blinked my eyes unable to reply him, silently regretting my own statement.

Why did you even say that to him in first place?

For a few moments there was complete silence, cautious enough I turned my head only a little to check if he had but to my embarrassment he was still there in the door frame. I frowned finding his gaze fixed down at the floor.

Stopped staring? Shuker hai....

Kia kuch ziada he bol gai mein? Shaid itna nai kehna chaiye tha. What if I had hurt him?

I looked down again on the okra scattered on the slab and gathered them all in a bowl when his voice interrupted me once again "Mein bhindi nai khata" and I turned facing him, he had a cute childlike expression on his face.

"Whats wrong in it?"

"everything is wrong girl!" he paced towards me casually, my back sticked firm with the cold slab and my silly heart again galloping "see!" he stopped near me and picked up an okra with a disgusted expression on his face.

"it sticks and it stinks. I wonder how you can eat such a thing which feels like an octopus gonna cling to your throat" he dramatically stated making me frown.

"Rabb ki naimaton ki nashukri nai....oh...

Words got lost in my mouth as I bit hard over my lower lip trying to shut up and not wanting to start anything even close to a lecture. Already buhat ho chukka hea Tehreem! Save it for later.

"am not being ungrateful, there are so many vegetables bus ye bhindi gobi mein nai khata" he insisted and I remained silent cutting the vegetable.

"And don't tell me Tehreem! Tum mujhey shadi k bad ye sab khilane wali ho?" I looked up at his face a little dumbfounded but his expressions were as if he wasn't kidding this time.

"is sab mein kia kharabi hea? adat dal lijiye" I countered lowly as I kept on cutting.

"Ji nai. Koi adat wadat nai madam! Tum khaya kerna ye bhindi tori. Me and junior will order pizza"

"junior?" I frowned in confusion as I looked up but the next moment my heart skipped a total series of beats as I found him smirking down at me.

"Han. chota sa cute sa Junior Hussain"

Considering it safe to be silent I walked past him towards the cabinets and took out the other ingredients.

"wesey....." he started but trailed off as I looked at him and he looked down at his hands. "if my fans and specially girl fans are going to listen your views about all this trust me my fandom will be straight in gutter" he added and before I could say anything he continued. "I mean tum ne to dara he diya mujhey yar"

"but I didn't mean to scare you. I just want best for everyone; for you and for all those girls and your fans out there. I seriously wish my voice can reach up to them, up to every corner of this world so that I can erase every filth, every wrongdoing. I wish I could make this world a happier more peaceful place" I tried to press a smile as he silently listened to me.

"what about live and let live?" he asked shrugging his shoulders and I heaved up a sigh. Opening the oil can I dropped the desired amount of oil in the sauce pan.

"if live and let live was the right moto then there would have been no prophets no messengers no holy books and verdicts Hussain! sitting in your house praying 5 times a day keeping fasts and sticking to the deen can only serve the purpose of your duties towards Rabb, but they wont satiate those peoples' rights Allah has asked us to obey"

"Agar ap kuch ghalat Karen ge to mana karoon gi mein apko. Kun k wo mera ferz hoga, at least to stop you, warn you. after that its your choice you want to follow Rehman or Shaitan?" I shrugged my shoulders a little before concentrating on cooking.

Hussain's POV

She started making the vegetable while I just leaned with the counter crossing my arms observing her; the way she moved the ladle in the saucepan while standing on her toes only to get a little higher and peek inside with her lower lip rolled in, and her forehead crumbled only a little.

"you know what?" I started saying but she kept busy with her task.

"I have few dreams; dreams which have become passion and craze for me. And I always wanted a wife who can understand me and my dreams...." I trailed off as she looked at my face. "I want to become a musician; singer. I have passion for acting, dancing. It is my dream to become a star one day. Are you going to support my dreams?" my eyes looking straight into hers before she blinked and left the ladle.

"I don't think I can ever be able to support anything wrong"

"Wrong?

"Yes. Wrong. Wrong dreams"

"Dreams are dreams. How can they be wrong?" I countered irritated a little and she sighed.

"jab kaan ghalat suntey hen or aankhen ghalat dekhti hen to damagh bhi ghalat sochta hea, or jab damagh ghalat sochta hea to khuwab bhi ghalat aatey hen. Un tamam ghalat khuwabon ko zindagi k maqsad mat banaiye" she fired back all firmly and I just couldn't get a single word.

"mein niii kerni tum se shadi wadi" I mockingly announced all frightened and she looked at the half done vegetable.

"Mat kijiye. Gul se ker lijiye" she casually stated and a sudden smirk spread across my lips.

"Oye hoyeeee! Bari yaad hea tumhen. Don't tell me you are still J of her?" I cooed and she furrowed her brows acting all cool.

"Why would I be jealous of anyone? If you don't want to marry me its totally fine. And I trust Gul is fine girl" she shrugged her shoulders and I just could hold on to my smug.

"Wo siraf dost hea meri Tehreem!" I honestly stated, looking at her fuming cheeks. I wish I could touch them and feel the warmth over my cold skin. I don't know how and why my feet paced into her direction killing that few yards distance between us and she gaped looking up at my face, she went completely stunned at the sudden act.

"What are you...

"Sshh!" I kept a finger over my lips hushing her up, her eyes widened in horror and with both her palms over the slab at her back she tried to maintain some distance between our bodies.

"Hussain! get back" her teeth gritted as she commanded but my ears were occupied listening to her rapid heartbeats against my throbbing heart.

And trust me I had never heard a melody more beautiful, more soothing to my ears.

"mujhey aesa q lag raha hea k mein tumhen buhat ziada acha lagney laga hoon" I asked suspiciously and she stared my face blankly with her eyes wide and mouth partly open.

"khushfehmi hea apki. Am not one of your fans who....

She stopped in the midway as I smiled and she frowned at me. "your eyes are betraying your words Tehreem!"

"just accept it that you have fallen for me" I whispered as I leaned in a little, my heart raced inside my chest and her heartbeats clearly audible.

"Man lo k muhabbat ho gai hea Hussain se. keh do k piyar kerti ho mujh se" I looked in those prettiest orbs clearly terrified and shittt.....

Not able to contain anymore my smile widened a little, though I tried hard to compose myself but I burst into a GWAF!!!

I backed off laughing holding my tummy, but she stayed there stick with the slab at her back; her eyes wide in disbelief and expressions lost as she stared at me.

God!!! She looked damn cute.

I tired to shut up.... "look at your face Tehreem! You are the reddest tamaater ever grown" I claimed popping my eyes out but I had to ACTUALLY shut up when I saw a tear rolled down her cheek which she quickly wiped off.

And regret killed me inside.

Tehreem's POV

What does he even think about himself. Koi darr khauf he nai inhen. Pata nai Rabb se bhi dertey hen ya nai. Is everyone living abroad gets this way? Turns out to be a total shameless person?

Hum tummmm

Ek kamrey mein band hon

Or chabi kho jaye.....

I just shoved my index fingers in my ears trying not to notice his stupidity anymore. Pata nai kia boley ja rahe hen?

I turned the flame off after I tasted the vegetable. It was perfectly done. I walked out of the kitchen and headed towards the stairs ignoring him, following me.

"Acha yar ub maaf bhi ker do" he whined as I took the first step. "its been a total one hour"

"Muslaman ziada der naraz nai rehtey acha!" he warned me and I turned looking at him, he quickly gave me a broad wide grin.

"Ap Musalman hen? Ap ko to bara pata hea musalman kia kertey hen kia naheen. Am impressed" I faked a smile but I soon faded and he made a sad face and before I could understand he backed off.

"I am warning you Tehreem! Forgive me or else...

I frowned as he looked here and there before grabbing a knife from the fruit basket over the dinning table.

"there is no point in living now. Am going" he stated threateningly and I shook my head as he kept the knife close to his wrist.

"yeah! Go for it. Wesey to haram maut ho gi phir bhi kalma perh lijiye ga" snapping firmly I turned and headed to my room, ignoring her weird baby like crying sounds.

For the next few minutes Hussain didn't disturb me and for a moment I seriously doubted where was he?

Shaking my head I stepped into the bathroom, performed wadhu and offered prayer.

After I was done with my prayer and dua, I folded the prayer mat and placed on the table.

It was still a few hours left for Abbu's flight to land in Multan, I dunno why he made those last moments changes.... Oho! Off course he wanted to meet Ma as soon as he could. Pata nai kesey Abbu rahe hon ge itne din Ma k bagher, ek din nai reh saktey ye dono ek doosrey k bina.

I smiled at my own thought and was about to pick up my Quran when suddenly I thought of Hussain; he didn't care to bother me again. Kaheen....? Oh!

My heart panicked a little and I walked out of my room stepping down stairs I found him sitting...almost laying in the sofa still holding the knife; his finger trailing cross the sharp end of it and I frowned.

When I reached near the sofa his gaze shifted up and found me frowning looking at the knife in his hand.

"you are still alive?" I asked a little sarcastically and he chuckled almost jumping up from the sofa and paced towards me.

"bus tumhara soch ker ruk gaya" he stated and I furrowed my brows not getting. "merey baad tumhara kia hota. Tum to jee he na pati na merey bagher. Itni muhabbat jo kerti ho" with a smirk he winked at the end, this time I wasn't going to buy his silly talks so I turned and was about to walk ahead when I heard him wince in pain.

My head spun in his direction and my eyes widened in horror with my own scream."Hussain!!!"

Hussain's POV

"Hussain!!!" she screamed with her feet lunged towards me and I quickly raised my hand up from my red stained t shirt.

"Ketchup!" I showed her the paste over my palm with a broad grin and she clearly let a sharp breath of relief.

"Darr gai na?" I smirked and she helplessly shook her head, her face slowly came to its normal cute pink.

"I wonder how difficult it is for everyone at your home to tolerate you" she remarked and I chuckled.

"No need to wonder. One day you will have to tolerate me. tab sab samajh aa jae gi" I smiled sweetly at her, she made a disapproving face despite the blush in her cheeks.

"okay don't get grumpy. Sultan uncle se shikayat laga dena meri. Khush?" I offered but she didn't buy my stupidity and I chuckled.

"acha choro sab. Ye batao chae piyo gi. You don't know buhat ac...

"Ji ji. I know. Buhat achi chae banatey hen ap" she cut me through completing my statement and I smiled.

"Kia bat hea. meri her bat yunhi dil se laga ker rakhi hui hea kia?" I asked and she went a little flushed, saying nothing. I smiled and headed to the kitchen for making tea and head her sighed in...... relief.

....

Chae pee li. Khana kha liya and I have to admit that bhindi didn't taste that bad after all.

Tehreem went to her room and I turned on the TV, aimlessly changing the channels, they had a bunch of news channels here and I wonder who is so much farigh to sit down and sore their bums while hearing news??? Huhn!

I kept on changing channels and almost every third or fourth was a news channel on which as usual they were showing some tragic accident or something.

While changing channels my gaze suddenly caught something which made me stop and I sat a little straighter in the sofa, looking closely at the breaking news.

I got up over my feet as I stared at the screen in utmost shock and disbelief, my heart sank deep into my tummy when I read the whole breaking news.

Remote slowly slipped off my grip as I thought about Tehreem.....

Ya Allah! This can't happen.....

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One word for Jawad :D

What do you think Hussain might have seen on the TV??????

And Guys Guys Guys!!! Thoes who thought after reading the last update that am after Hussain's fan following :-p let me tell you all that am not after anything; I just want to spread the right message *I hope what am spreading is actually right* ;)

And May Allah grant me, you, Hussain and evvvveryone the intellect and the reason with which we can differentiate between right and wrong. Ameen

P.S. I know Am not a FAN of Hussain or the DB, but it doesn't make me that evil to ruin their fandom :D LOLXXX

Love you all <3