Assalam-o-Alaikum!

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Hussain is finally going to meet Tehreem ;)

Chapter # 7

Hussain's POV

"Even Mom couldn't do anything this time"

"Come on bro! your Mom would be more than happy in sending you Pakistan" Hassan rolled his eyes and took a sip from the can he was holding.

"I didn't get that" I frowned and he heaved up a sigh before snaking his arm around my neck.

"Can't you see. Your parents are basically very sharp they are killing two birds with one shot" he stated, I was still in a frown. "tum Pakistan jao ge us lerki se milo ge and you know then...

"Then what?" I jerked his arm off my neck and he smiled sarcastically. "I am not going to meet her and FYI I have already told mom that I have nothing to do with her"

"I know bro! this is what am saying. You don't understand tu wahan jaye ga somehow you two will meet and trust me ye Pakistani lerkiyan bari he koi typical hoti hen saas bahu k dramey dekh dekh ker na sarey tactics seekh liye hotey hen inhon ne"

"they exactly know how to trap boys" he winked and took another sip, my mind was racing inside my head; is it really what Hassan was saying? Mom dad want me to go there and patch up....NO!!!

I was about to say something when I heard footsteps, it was Shehry he came and stood near us smiling down at Hassan. I so knew his fake smile.....

"There are people out there who can only give shit because they have only shit. I wonder if they are also been made by the same God as I am" Shehry blabbered keeping a serious face as he frowned down at Hassan, getting his meaning he looked at me.

"Shehry! Q bakwaas ker ra hea tu?" I looked up at him.

"bakwaas nai ker ra mein. Trust me shitty people are everywhere Hussain! and you need to stay away you know. Shit is contagious" he added further and Hassan got up before I could stop him.

"I think I should leave" he announced.

"yar! Beth na. tu airport nai chale ga mujhey chorney?" I got up following him.

"Han han! Do char so log or le chal. teri baarat hea airport per" Shehry called and I turned glaring him to shut up.

"chal! take care. Have a safe flight" Hassan hugged me and barged out of the room.

"Saley tu!..." I just turned towards Shehry to smack his head when he raised his palm stopping me.

"For how many times do I have to ask you to stop meeting this guy?" he sternly asked frowning and I rolled my eyes ignoring him.

I walked past him towards the bed, where my wheeler was placed wide open in which mom had packed my stuff.

"her waqt bakwaas kerta rehta hea ye lerka or tera damagh kharab kerta rehta hea but you just don't get this" he added.

"he is a friend Shehry! Come on" I looked at him who made a weird disapproving face.

"Wah! Jumma jumma aath din nai huye dosti ko or itna aziz ho gaya? ek number ka chawal insaan hea ye Hassan"

"or ek bat bata" Shehry grabbed my arm turning me towards him and I raised my brow, "why do you discuss Tehreem with everyone?"

"maana wo teri bivi nai hea per terey naam se mansoob hea. izzat hea teri Saley!"

"Okay enough!" I almost yelled as he was going way too ahead with all this. "pehley he mera damagh kharab ho raha hea tu mazeed na ker Shehry!"

"and one thing, I am not going to Pakistan to meet Tehreem or anything. I don't have any concern with that girl. got it" I looked into his eyes.

"you are right you have no concern with her. Actually you don't deserve her, she is just too good to be yours"

"yeah! And look, you are so much concerned... maybe its you who deserve her

"Shut up!" Shehry grabbed my collars as he yelled and just when were about to punch each other Mom ran into us.

"Ye-ye kia ho raha hea yahan? Shehry! Choro usey" Mom held his hands and jerked them off my collars, he was still glaring daggers at me.

"What are you two doing?" she looked between both of us.

"Meri favorite jacket le ja ra hea Sala!" Shehry pointed his index at me and I frowned at his little act. "mujhey nai deni isey"

Mom rolled her eyes with a sigh of relief. "bus itni si bat? Chota bhai hea kia hua agar maang raha hea to. De do Shehry beta!"

"Han han! Dekhiye na Mom! ek to mein ja raha hoon ooper se giribaan pakerta hea mera. Sala! Mer raha hea ek jacket per" I stated pouting and Mom smiled shaking her head as she walked up to the cupboard.

She took that black, Shehry's all time favorite jacket out from the hanger and walked back towards us, I looked at Shehry who was still glaring me disapprovingly. I looked away feeling bad.

"tum le jao ye. Shehry k liye mein is se bhi achi wali le aaoon gi. Theek hea Shehry?" she looked expectedly at him who gave a short dry nod. She patted his cheek and then placed the jacket in my wheeler.

"Koi hal nai tum dono ka bachon ki terha lerty ho. Dara diya mujhey ek minute mein" she almost stated to herself as she heard Dad calling her and walked past us.

"aj to keh diya tu ne Hussain! aj k bad aesi ghatiya bat moo se nikalne se pehley hazaar bar socheen" he glared at me pointing his index and walked out of the room.

Leaving me there feeling a little embarrassed on what I just said.

....A day later....

"I still can't believe Phuppa actually kicked you out of his house man!"I looked at her as she showed me the way and we crossed the gate of her house.

"I mean this is outrageous. Poor you!" hiding that smirk on her face she pulled my cheek making me even angrier.

"buhat hasi aa rai hea? hahaha! Very funny! Hilarious!hahaha!....." faking a loud laugh I shot a glare at her who rolled her lips inward holding that idiotic smile.

"neiki barbaad gunnah lazim" I muttered and she chuckled.

"Hussain! doing something that ends you up behind the bars is clearly not a neikii" she made airy quote marks at the end and I rolled my eyes, we were in a spacious lounge now which was moderately furnished.

"Ammi ko uthaaoon kia?"

"Nai nai! Let her sleep. Subha mil loon ga unki neend disturb ho gi" I stopped her as she was about to knock on the door we were standing near.

"that way" she showed me way towards the stair case. "your room is up stairs" she mentioned and I followed her pulling my wheeler along with me.

"chalo then you look tired yourself, take some rest. See you in the morning with a surprise for you" her eyes flickered as she stated with a meaningful smile and I narrowed my eyes.

"What surprise?"

"All in good time Hussain! don't be impatient" she patted my cheek while I just looked at her suspiciously.

She took me to now my room, a single bed kept in front of the blinds, a small study table was placed in the far corner which looked rather old, the carpet under my feet seemed ragged with no plush left as if it had been washed and scrubbed loads of times. There was a door with the cupboard I guess it was attached bath....hopefully.

I looked around the room it was nothing in comparison to my room in NewYork and the first thought strike to my mind was; how much Mom Dad had provided me, how much love and care and facilities there was nothing in the world I would ask for and they would say no for....

The room felt cold...numb.

"I presume you are not going to be ungrateful and going to fall in love with your new room pretty soon" Samra fluttered her eyelashes and I smiled.

"This is far better than the jail I was in so....." I trailed off pressing my lips in a thin line and she chuckled shaking her head.

"Kuch bhi chaiye ho to....." she leaned in a little and I narrowed my eyes. "mujhey disturb kerne ki zaroorat nai. Help yourself" she blurted out and I rolled my eyes.

"fine. now you may get out from my room" I fired back and she stick her tongue out before walking to the door and shut it at her back.

I heaved up a long sigh as I once again looked around the room.

"God! I miss my room. I miss my bed. I miss NewYork. I miss Shehry.... am missing everything already" I sat on the bed, hard and cold.

This is definitely going to be a hard stay here.....

I fell back in the bed and shut my eyes, I don't remember if I even took off my shoes I was hell tired and the only thing I could think of at the moment was sleep.

Samra's POV

I laid down in bed next to her when suddenly I felt like checking on to Ammi. She wasn't feeling well for last few days.

Kuch chaiye na ho unhen....

Thinking this I moved the blanket away and got up, it was even colder in nights I looked around finding her shawl over her pillow I picked it up and wrapped it around my shoulders as I walked out of the room and headed downstairs.

Hussain's POV

Feeling strain in my back I got up straight in the bed and leaned with the back post, I dunno what time it was for how long I was only tossing and turning in the bed. I shoved my hand under the pillow taking out my cell phone still showing NewYork's time.

Ahhh home!!!

I changed the settings and finally got the Pakistan standard time, it was a few minutes past one in night.

My back was hurting and neck screaming in sprain.

Hayee Rabba! Dad! tussi changaa ni keeta ae. Third class airline ki fifth class seat. Sometimes I wonder if I was adopted.....

I shook my head and got up from the bed, I thought a long soothing bath would help me. walking to my wheeler I picked it up and placed in on the table opening it I took out a pair of night trousers and a t shirt before walking up to the bathroom.

No bath tub???? I looked around; a small cubical with a shower faucet attached to the wall and under that a plastic tub was placed.

And there was a lota as well which reminded me of non other than Shehry off course.For a few moments I stared at my surrounding then with a deep sigh I turned the tab on keeping the tub in place.

For almost ten minutes I kept on standing there waiting for hot water but there was clearly no sign of that.

"Aaa bhi ja k been bajaoon tery aagey???" I touched the water oozing out from the tap but it was still too cold for this kind of weather.

Shittt! Means no garam pani?yar! ye Pakistan k log kia kertey hen sara saal?

Germi mein bijli nai serdi mein garam pani nai.... God!

Turning the tap off I walked out of the bathroom and stepped out from my room, now I had to find Samra's room.

"raat k ek baje kisi ko jagana kahan ki sharafat hea Hussain?"

"han per wo saali kon si buhat shareef hea. huhn! Mazak ura rahi thi mera...payback time" I walked up to a room, turning the knob I pushed it backwards finding a whole lot of old stuff there, storeroom.

Shutting it back I walked up to another room and opened the door, it opened with a little creek and finally found her sleeping peacefully in the bed hidden under the quilt. Which reminds me it was cold and I wasn't even wearing any hoodie in a single shirt and trouser I suddenly felt cold.

"Samra!" I walked up to her bed, the room was dimly lit with a yellow bulb. "Samra get up yar!"

Standing on the foot of her bed I called but she didn't even move a little. I sat down on her bed on the foot side, it was even harder than my bed.

Ye log takhton per kun sotey hen?

"Samra! get up yar I need hot water" I turned my head and looked at her. "get up yar!" I shook her body a little and she thankfully turned in her quilt lazily, I heard a low groan from inside.

"Smara! You are getting up or you need some cold water? Am warning you han! mein ne sach mein pani undel dena hea tum per. Utho bhi!"

The movement inside the quilt faded, she went still as if she wasn't even breathing inside.

And with that I fisted the quilt and was about to pull it away when I felt she was grabbing it already, I tried to shove it off but I couldn't she was holding it too tight.

"Razaai daant se pakri hea kia?"

"Oye! Dramebaaz uth rai hea ya...

To my shock she suddenly moved back and sat up straight in the bed almost clashing with the back post. She was keeping the quilt all over herself and looked like a small heap of something.

Why was Samra behaving so much odd.....?

"Merey bathroom mein garam pani nai aa raha yar! Mujhey nahana hea or tum yahan drame ker ker rai ho" I was about to reach for the quilt when she murmured something.

"mm...mein- mein Samra nai hoon"

"A-ap... ap jaiye yahan se. please!" my hands freeze in their place as I heard a low soft plea, her voice was shivering so was her body under the quilt.

"Who are you?" I asked as I crawled a step further.

"Ap jaiye yahan se please!" her voice steadied a little. As far as I know Samra has no sister then this girl..... pakka! Koi garr barr hea Hussain!

"Quilt hatao!" I ordered sternly and was about to move further in the bed when I felt she was dropping the quilt but to my utmost shock with her palms she pushed me back with full force and before I could stop her she jumped off the bed and and tried to run.

"Hey wait!..." I ran after her and just when she was about to open the door I lunged onto her and with my palm slammed the door shut making her gasped loud.

"To janab chor hen" I asked as I blocked her between my arms, I could sense her sleek body was trembling, she was trying to get lost in the door at her back and apparate to other side.

"P-please! Please janey dejiye mujhey" she begged her tone urgent, I tried to search her expressions but I couldn't.

"Am-am not Sa-mra. Please let me go. I beg you"

It was enough darkness in the room to hide her face.

"Chori kerne aai theen yahan?" I ignored her pleading. My gaze shifted a little down finding her arms kept at her back as if she was afraid to touch me.

"But if you were here for that then why were you sleeping in her bed?" I almost asked to myself as if it was a riddle and I was some stupid.

"Ajeeb chor hen yar Pakistan k"

"you don't understand am not a thief. Let me go....

"Ssshh! Khamosh" her voiced raised when I detached my hand from the door at her back and covered her mouth.

My face went an inch closer and she went stiff under my touch; her lips were warm against my cold palm. It was a strange kind of warmth for a moment my eyes peered straight through hers and I found something glittering there inside them.

Just then she brought her hands up and tried to push me back with her fists against my chest, I looked aside at the wall thankfully finding the switch board and turned on all the buttons in a single go.

Lights fluctuated, blinked like stings to my eyes and then it was all lit up around me.

Shehry's POV

"Shehry beta!"

"hm?" I felt weight over my shoulder and turned my head finding mom standing there with a small reluctant smile on her lips.

"What happened? You look down" she sat down next to me and held my hands in hers.

"Nothing Mom! not even a whole day has passed and am already missing him so badly" I looked down at our hands and felt she heaved up a long sigh.

When she didn't say anything for a minute I looked up, her eyes were moistened and I felt sorry for reminding her again, if being a brother I was missing him so much then I can clearly understand what Mom must be going through at the moment.

"But you know what! I think he is going to love his stay in Pakistan" I stated and Mom looked at me, unsure of what I said.

"dekhiye na Mom wahan kon sa wo akela hea, sab to hen or phir sab se berh ker Tehreem bhi hea I just hope they meet and get well together" I added.

"Mager Hussain to man he nai raha Tehreem k liye and to be honest I don't feel like pushing him into this relation Shehry! I think if he is not happy he can never make her happy. Do zindigiyan bebaad na hon is se behter hea k hum soch samajh ker faisla Karen"

"Per Tehreem buhat achi lerki hea Mom!" I insisted and she nodded her head.

"Isi liye chahti hoon k Allah us ka buhat acha naseeb karey. Buhat khushiyan de" she said and I remained silent this time, maybe she was right.

"Acha Shehry beta!"

"Ji mom?"

"Your dad has given this apartment back to some dealer" she stated and I shook my head sighing disapprovingly. "and he wants you to stay at Qadir bhai's place" she was searching my expressions closely.

"Mom! look I don't have issues with the apartment run down thing but I don't want to pile on somebody. Mein koi bacha to nai hoon k ap apney kisi friend k pas chor ker chale jaen ge mujhey or shopping se wapsi mein pick ker len ge"

"people have their privacy and I don't want to be a Mr. Nosy. Seriously Mom!" I pleaded. There was something on her face, as if there was something more to it...

"Mom? is there something you want to tell me?" I narrowed my eyes and she looked down at our hands.

"beta! Haya ki engagement took gai hea" she stated grimly and I hide those I already know it expressions, pretending sorrowful.

"Oh! that's really sad Mom!"

There was a minute's silence.

"Shehry beta!"

"Ji?"

I wonder why was Mom being so hesitant in whatever she wanted to say. I frowned as she looked at me.

"Tumhen Haya kesi lagti hea?"

Tehreem's POV

My hands were kept firm at my back; one of them hurting badly, the wood of the door was ragged at the place where I was keeping it and all my body weight seemed to be piling on my hands. I felt the wood stung into my skin as I pushed my self back into the door.

I wanted to get lost in the door, I wanted to disappear from the face of this earth.

Taking my hands out I tried to push him back, he was making it hard to breathe. I was never that close to a boy in my life, his presence near me was unbearable and the thought that it was him made situation even worse. 

I was hating it was an understatement.

"why don't you understand am not a thief. Let me go....

"Sshh!!! Khamosh!" with that my protest faded inside my mouth as his palm covered my mouth and I went frozen, my body which was trembling up till now went numb all of a sudden and his eyes bored into mine.

No matter how hard I tried to control tears rolled down my cheeks and my heart seemed to stop beating anytime.

And with in a few moments my whole world went upside down as he turned on all the buttons on the switch board and within a few blinks it was all lit up in the room.

His palm was still over my mouth and his eyes peering into mine, there was something in them I couldn't read... shock or disbelief.

Or maybe it was my own reflection in his eyes, I was shocked, horrified having him in front of me like this. I never even thought in my right mind we would meet like this.... 

Hussain's POV

The room suddenly lit up. I felt like being dragged out of a dark cave and brought among a thousand shimmering stars; her eyes, big deep dark brown orbs I could see starts in side them.

They were glittering with tears and static on my face with utmost shock and horror oozing out from them when she slowly lowered her gaze. Letting my eyes roam on her face, her cheeks were the deepest shade of red and lips trembling faintly as I removed my palm from her mouth.

It felt as if I had seen her somewhere....but where?

I was gawking at her face like a total lost Romeo...

"tum....." for a moment I felt short of words in front of the girl. "chor ho?"

"itne haseen chor hon to Qasam Khuda ki kabhi derwaza band ker k na so'oon-"

Her head pulled up a little as she looked at my face in disbelief. She looked at me as if I would gobble her up or something. There was a messy hair strand on her forehead coming down to her face I moved my hand up just trying to move it aside when she eyes widened.

"Please!" it was a scream and I frowned as she stared at my hand up in the air much horrified. "Please! don't" 

My arms fell off her sides. Ignoring my gaze on her face she ran towards the bed, her eyes searching for something I just stood there staring her madness as she started looking for something here and there like a maniac. 

Her long hair curled at the bottom in a beautiful way as if she just came out of some saloon, were messing up with her face, her forehead crumbled in a thousand frowns. She picked up the pillows and then as her frown went even deeper she threw the quilt aside.

"kahan gai....?yaheen to rakhi thi...."

"kuch dhoond rahi hen ap?" I asked stepping towards her and her head spun up, she expressions weird, anxious as if she was extremely tense about something.

She was about to say something when the door at my back flung open and I turned.

"Samra!" the girl almost called her in relief and desperation mixed and Samra who looked confused stepped in towards me.

"Hussain? what are you doing here?"

"Tum ne kabhi bataya nai Samra tumrahe ghar mein rat ko pariyaan uterti hen" my gaze never leaving that one face, looked like the prettiest the most innocent. Her gaze was still lowered to the floor and she was fidgeting with her fingers.

"oye Romeo! Chalo bahir" Samra held my arm and almost dragged me out of the room.

"What were you exactly doing inside?" she inquired with her brow up and I rolled my eyes.

"garam pani nai aa ra bathroom mein"

"han to merey kamrey se garam pani ki naddi behti hea?" she retorted.

"Raat 11 se subha 6 tak gas nai aati Mister and in that time period you have to warm your water on the cylinders kept in the kitchen down stairs" she explained.

"what the fuck!"

"keep it with yourself" she fired back and I made a face.

"and do you have the slightest idea in all this you freaked her out" she scolded me pointing her index to my back at the door.

"hen kon muhterma wesey? I thought chor hea tumhary room mein ghuss aai hea" I shared my suspicion and she rolled her eyes.

"I planned to introduce you to this pari. This is unfair you intruded yourself like this" Samra complaint.

"It's never too late, I didn't introduce myself to her yet neither did she. Chalen?" I turned excitedly towards the door which was now shut tight.

"Are you mad? Stop!" she quickly jumped and stood in the middle blocking my way.

"impatient as always Hussain!" she exclaimed.

"Acha chal sab chor! Pani garam ker dey" I pleaded making a face as I grabbed her hands. "please!"

"why don't you ask your would be dulhan Rani to do it for you?" she fluttered her eyes dramatically as she pulled her hand off my grip and I rolled my eyes.

"don't make me angry okay" I pointed my index at her face and she chuckled.

Pata nai sab ko us Tehreem ka ziker beech mein lana kun itna pasand tha. Huhn!

"no seriously Hussain! isi bahane dobara bat bhi ho jaye gi. Decent excuse for a small talk you know" she winked and I frowned, not getting what she meant.

"Go!" she got a side gesturing me towards the door and my frown went deeper. "jao jao! Ask her"

Is it really what I was thinking? My mind was racing inside my head. was she.....?

Was she Tehreem I just met?????

....

to be continued....