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Amara

Loud laughter exploded around us, and I was suddenly free. 

"This was us pranking Mrs Amara Muraad, guys!" One of the men who basically had been manhandling me, spoke into his phone, as if streaming live on social media. "How hilarious was this!"

I immediately whirled around and almost died with relief when I saw that my brother was not being beaten up, but stood there looking murderous as he glared at the young guys surrounding us.

This had all been a bloody social media prank, all to get views and become viral.

I was shaking and tears were streaming down my face. The lengths these people will go to in order to get views was disgusting. These acts made me lose hope for all humanity. Suddenly, I felt so furious that I reached my arm out and slapped the phone out of his hand, causing it to fly out of his hand and fall onto the floor.

The group of guys, all seemingly younger than me, fell silent. 

"You b***h! You know how much that phone was worth?" The filming dude spat at me. As in, literally spat. Droplets of spit flew as he stepped closer to me. 

"You can't even afford common sense, which is free. I'm shocked how you can afford a smartphone of this quality." I snapped at him.

"Dude, it's still filming. She dissed you live." One of his friends had picked up his phone.

"Na tameez sikhai, na lehaaz. Bas smartphones pakda kay bhaij diya sadkon pe." Armaan Bhai glared at them.

*"They [your parents] didn't teach you mannerse or consideration. They just handed you smartphones and sent you out on the streets." 

"Call the police, Bhai." I told my brother. "And you know what's hilarious. Idiots like these actually live stream their stupidity. Apes have more sense than them." 

"Look, sis, don't call the police." Suddenly the Spiting Twit was cowering. "Let's leave it here. I'm sorry, we all are." 

"One piece of advice," I told him. "Don't do pranks or activities that cause distress to other people. We may not call it 'karma', but the concept is the same. What goes around, really does come around. Always remember that." 

I've heard of weird social media trends, including one where people had swallowed pods of washing up powder used for washing clothes*. Then there were trends that made people do things to their own bodies that made doctors and dentists all over the world facepalm.

*True fact. The Tide Pod trend is well known. Does common sense not exist anymore? 

Is it just me or is the world becoming more and more stupid these days?

Suddenly, a car pulled up behind us and I turned and saw a very furious Muraad get out. He strode over towards us and put his hand on the small of my back. Nomi Bhai got out of the passenger seat and followed. I could see his sister and mother in the backside, with his sister staring out at us, worriedly.

A boy began to raise his phone to film Muraad.

"You as much as tap the camera app on any of your phones and my lawyers will make your parents' bankrupt with the legal fees that they'll have to pay for you twat monkeys." Muraad snapped at them. "Remember, you have just live streamed something that can get you in serious legal trouble." 

I wrapped my arm around my husband's waist, my knees going weak with relief.

"If you all weren't a bunch of little bratty kids, I would have beaten the lives out of you for what you just put my wife and my brother-in-law through. But the police will deal with you for now." Muraad spoke quietly, but his tone held a hint of threat in it.

As if on cue, we heard the police sirens. The boys wanted to escape, but they were blocked by our car on one side, and Muraad's car on the other. 

"How did you find out?" Armaan Bhai asked him, curiously.

"My PR team is excellent. Never underestimate them. They now keep an eye on anything that could potentially put Amara in the spotlight as well as me." Muraad explained.

At the end, I didn't press charges. They were stupid idiots, but their whole lives could be ruined over this. Hopefully they would grow out of this stupidity and will turn mature. The boys apologised again, and received a huge lecture and a formal caution from the police, before they were sent home.

"Theek ho?" Muraad held my hand, his voice soft as he look at me.

*"You okay?"

"Just another day in Amara She... Amara Muraad's life." I correct myself with a smile.

"Tumhain to jaldi lekay jaana paday ga, yaar. Museebat se dour nahin reh sakti." He chuckled. 

*"I have to take you with me soon. You can't stay away from trouble."

Armaan Bhai shook his head. "I'm going to speak to the head teacher of my school to make this into a lesson or something to be taught in classrooms. Don't do idiotic things for fame, and for the sake of going 'viral'."

Our car had been damaged, but not enough to be written off, so we went home in that. Our home was nearby anyway. 

Just before we left, Muraad hooked his index finger with mine. "Saturday." He whispered.

I smiled to myself. "We'll see..." I winked at him, before following my brother to his car.

****

The next morning, after explaining everything to the parental figures, the Court of Maa Baap decided that Armaan Bhai and I were completely innocent in this, and we were acquitted of all charges. 

"Mama, I'm going to Sofia's to meet my friends." I called out to my mother as I headed towards the front door.

Sofia's* was a café that served the most delicious desserts and sandwiches. Noor and I loved going there and have a bit of harmless gossip over coffee and snacks, but it was also a frequented place for me and my friends.

*This one's for Sofia_Not_Sophiya. It seems like all the readers have businesses in my stories. You all are so talented! If any one of you would like a business or something in this story, contact me and it will be arranged, I promise.

"Ya Allah, is ladki ke kadam ghar pe nahin tiktay. Titliyon ki tarhaan udhti phirti rehti ho." My Mama looked annoyed. 

*"Oh Allah, this girl can't stay at home. She keeps fluttering around like a butterfly."

"What's wrong, Mama?" I was concerned. It was rare to see her in a bad mood.

"Yeh social media or smartphones ne tang kiya hua hai Maa Baap ko. Majaal hai ke madat ki offer bhi aajaye. Saara din khapti rehti hoon kitchen main, aur meri chaar aulaad honay ke bawajood, ek bhi nahin poochti ke 'Mama, kuch karwadoon?'." Mama was in a terrible mood, and was in tears.

*"This social media and smartphones are a pain for the parents. God forbid if we get even an offer for help. The whole day I slave away in the kitchen, and despite being a mother of four, not even one of them ask me 'Mama, can I help?'"

I felt terrible. She was right. I tried to stay away from the kitchen, but now I felt bad about it. Yes, we had maids, but I also knew that Mama loved to do the work herself. But just because she voluntarily worked didn't mean that we shouldn't even offer to help. "I'm sorry, Mama. Let me help you." 

"Jao. Warna kal social media pe kahogi ke Maa zulm karti hai." She turned to head into the kitchen.

*"Go. Otherwise, you'll say on social media that your mother is unfair to you."

"I would never do that to you, Mama! You know that." I walked over and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "What's wrong?"

She suddenly started sobbing quietly.

"Mama, what's wrong?!" I was in tears myself, seeing her cry.

"I know it was a prank, but I was terrified hearing about what happened with you and Armaan. And I've been feeling emotional these days anyway, knowing that you'll leave us soon..." 

"Oh, Mama." I kissed her cheek. "I'm so sorry. You know what? Let me help you finish off the work, and I'll take my beautiful mother out on a date to Sofia's, okay?" 

"No, don't worry about me." Mama sniffed. "I'll be fine. You go, beta. Enjoy with your friends."

"Absolutely not. Let me take you out. I'll get you your favourite coffee and walnut cake." I told her. "I won't hear no for answer. Tell me how I can help you, and then we'll go, okay? And if you don't listen, I'll make Papa convince you. You can't say no to him, I know."

"Cheeky madam." She pinched my cheek. "Okay. We'll go." 

****

And so, the ladies of Dr Arhaan Sheikh headed to Sofia's. 

The guards opened the door for us and we entered. My Mama looked elegant in her black shalwar kameez with a floral dupatta. I wore jeggings, a long pink shirt with full-length lace sleeves, and flat white ballet pumps. 

"We look chic." I slid my arm through my mother's as we walked into the bakery. "Ma Sha Allah!" 

"What would you like to have, Amara?" She asked me.

"I'm the one who brought you out here, so I am the one who asks you that." I told her firmly. "Ooh, that pasta looks delicious!" I pointed to the sealed box of chicken pasta. "I think I'll have that." 

Mama looked around at the items. "We'll pack some lemon cake for your Papa. He's been controlling his sugar so much lately, that I think he deserves a treat. He loves lemon cake. And we'll take some red velvet cake slices for Zoya and Ahad Bhai. They both really enjoy it..." She began to list out things for each member of our family. I stood there smiling at her until she looked at me questioningly. "What, am I forgetting someone?" 

"How are you always thinking of everyone else?" I asked, awed.

"My family is my whole world, so thinking of them comes naturally to me." She said, simply. 

"Okay, but select something for yourself." I said. "Walnut cake?" 

"No, nothing sweet." She said, thoughtfully. "I'll have a chicken mayonnaise sandwich."

We ordered and headed to the table, where we would get a table service. 

"Mama, how did Kashaf Khalla forgive you for Papa's refusal?" I asked the question that had been bothering me for the last few days.

"She hasn't." Mama admitted. "But it's a happy occasion, and your Papa and I hate resentments and grudges, so we invited them."

"And they came?" I frowned, dubiously.

"Don't get into this, Amara." She shook her head, putting her hand on my shoulder. "This is my problem, and at the most your father's. You kids don't need to get involved." 

"It made no sense. We had so much radio silence over the years and now suddenly they want to eat my shaadi ke laadoo?" 

*Shaadi ke laddoo: laddoo are traditional sweets, and this term means laddoo's which are served in weddings.

"Amara..." 

I widened my eyes. "Oh my Allah! Is it because I'm marrying Muraad? Mamu seemed to finally believe that Muraad is my husband when he walked in with me. Is that it?" 

"Amara, I will not repeat myself. Stay out of family politics." Mama told me off. "Or I'm going back home right now. You brought me here to relax me, didn't you?"

"Sorry, Mama." 

No family dramas were discussed from that point. She and I had coffee and our food, and were talking and laughing as we discussed the wedding.

"Mama, woh rukhsati Saturday ko karna chahte hain." I admitted. "Do you think Papa will agree?"

*"Mama, he wants me to move in on Saturday."

"Saturday? But how will we arrange...?"

"Mama, we both want a simple ceremony at home, with just our intimate family and extended family." I said. 

She looked thoughtful. "I don't think Arhaan will have a problem with that." She looked at me. "You ready for it?" 

I nodded.

"Good. Then it's about time you and I have a little talk. Obviously at home, but it must be done." She smiled in amusement.

I groaned. "Ugh! The Talk." Noor had briefly hinted it at me when she had it, and she had told me how embarrassed she was. But it was necessary, I know that. No matter how bold I acted, I had no idea what would happen on the wedding night. Well, I knew the basics, but there was a lot more to the basics, which was why the talk was necessary.

Suddenly she looked sad. "This means that you'll be going away much earlier than I'd thought..."

"Oh God, Mama! Don't worry, I'll be around as often as possible." 

"No, sweetheart. That's not a good idea. Especially not in the start." She paused. "I'm not saying don't come at all, but in the beginning of the marriage it's a good idea to focus on you married life, get used to each other. If you keep coming back here, it may impact your marriage, even if Muraad is a completely accepting husband. When you leave with him, make marriage your priority, Amara. I know that these things sound old-fashioned to you, but trust me. Listen to me and it will benefit you." 

"Fine, Mama. I'd be too busy going on world tours anyway." I grinned cheekily at her.

"Allah! Yeh ladki..." Mama sighed. 

*"This girl..."

"Mama, have faith in me. I'm more sensible than I look." I reassured her. "I have your example to live up to, and I promise that I'll never intentionally let you down." 

"Good girl." She said. "Because I will always take my damaad's side, just so you know!"

"Mama!" 

Mama laughed. "The only way I'd take your side is if you help me out in the kitchen more!"

"Are you bribing me, Mama?"

She shrugged. "Consider it whatever you want." 

****

Zaid

It was hard to believe the things people would do on social media these days. It was absolutely disgusting. Armaan and Amara could have been seriously hurt.

The desire to go viral is like a virus itself.

I was sitting in my office, typing a report on a latest murder case that we'd dealt with, when my phone rang. "Zaid Zafar." I answered without checking the caller ID.

"I know who you are." Omar Bhai's voice came through. "Assalam Alaikum!" 

"Walaikum Assalam. Khairiyat? Aaj chotay bhai ki yaad kaise aagayi?" I grinned.

*"Is everything okay? How did you think about your younger brother today?" 

"Free ho?" 

*"Are you free?"

"Yes. Report hi likh raha tha. Kyun?" I replied, leaning back in my chair.

*"I was just writing a report. Why?" 

"Mujhe Zaira aur bachon ko passports ke silsilay main bahar leke jaana hai. Mamma ghar pe akeli hain. Noor ka bhi ek bada project hai to woh kaam pe hai. Aajao ge Mamma ke paas?" He said. 

*"I have to take Zaira and the kids for a passport matter. Mamma is home alone. Noor has a major project so even she is at work. Will you come home to Mamma?" 

Papa had gone home to Islamabad, and in his absence we were certainly not going to leave Mamma alone. 

"I'll be home in half an hour, In Sha Allah." I told him. 

****

When I got home, Mamma stood in the small garden beside the car porch, watering the plants, with her dupatta draped over her head. Bhai had already left because I had been stuck in the traffic, and he had been in a rush, but that was just ten minutes ago, so she hadn't been alone too long.

"Assalam Alaikum, Mamma." I called out.

"Walaikum Assalam." She turned and smiled at me. She looked weak. In the last two months she had lost five kilos. Even her clothes seemed to be hanging off her. "Jaldi ghar aagaye ho?" 

*"You've come home early?"

I shrugged. "I could work from home. I was just doing reports, so I thought that I'd come home."

"Omar ne bulaya hai na?" She asked knowingly.

*"Omar called you, didn't he?"

I grinned sheepishly. "Bodyguards ki shift change hogayi hai."

*"The bodyguards have changed shifts." 

"Hadd karte ho tum donon bhi." She walked over to me. "Jao, fresh hojao. Main taazi roti paka deti hoon."

*"You two are the limit."
"Go, freshen up. I'll make fresh roti for you."

"No, I'll heat up the pilao Noor made last night. Would you like some as well?" I headed towards the stairs inside. 

"No, I'll heat it for you." She walked towards the kitchen.

"Mamma, stop working unnecessarily. I'll do it, don't worry." 

"I like keeping busy, meri jaan." She said. 

I freshened up, and by the time I came back downstairs, my mother had the food ready and heated. "Mamma." I kissed her cheek as I sat down in the sofa, dragging the coffee table closer, on which she had placed the plate of rice, yoghurt and a glass of water. Mothers could truly never be praised enough. They were amazing on a whole new level. 

Mamma sat down beside me. "How was work?" 

"Very murderous." I smiled at her.

"You and Zafar have the same sense of humour." She whispered, the ghost of a smile on her face, as she played with her dupatta in her lap. "When I used to ask him how his work was, he used to joke around and say that he didn't even get a chance to have arrest." 

I laughed. "No wonder I have such a good sense for comedy."

"Good or cheesy, I don't know." She began to ran her hand lightly through my hair. "Beta, I appreciate that you're working hard, but thoda time Noor ke liye bhi nikal liya karo, bachay. Nayi nayi shaadi hui hai, usay bahar ghoomaya karo, uske saath time ghuzaro."

*"...but, free up some time for Noor as well, dear. You're both newly married, take her out and spend time with her."

I nodded. "Main soch raha tha ke weekend ko main free hoon to Noor ko kahin ghoomanay le jaaon."

*"I was thinking that I'm free on the weekend, so I'll take Noor out somewhere."

"Mere se ghalti hogayi, Zunaira aur Omar ke maamlay main. Main itni khudgarz hogayi ke maine yeh bhi nahin socha ke un donon ki nayi nayi shaadi hui thi us waqt. Laikin main woh ghalti dobara nahin doraaon gi. Meri wajah se meri family ab kabhi bhi nahin tang hogi." She had tears in her eyes.

*"I made a mistake when it came to Zunaira and Omar. I was so selfish that I didn't even think that they were newly married then. But I won't repeat that mistake again. I won't let my family be bothered because of me again."

"You were not selfish. You have never been selfish, Mamma." I looked at her. "You weren't responsible for anything that had happened. As for Omar Bhai and Bhabi, they will be rewarded for their utter selflessness, In Sha Allah. You should be proud of not just your upbringing with Omar Bhai, but also of having such an amazing daughter-in-law as Bhabi."

She smiled weakly. "I'm also proud of my upbringing of you, and my amazing daughter-in-law in the form of Noor. All four of you are healing the wounds of my heart and soul, as well as the hurt caused to Zafar. We're both incredibly proud of the four of you." She looked at the clock on the wall. "Acha, beta, main chalti hoon. Aaj raat main Bhabi ke paas hi rahoon gi. Woh akeli hoti hain na Ali house main."

*"Okay, dear, I'll leave. Tonight I'll stay with Bhabi. She's alone at the Ali family home."

"Woh Sheikh family home kyun nahin jaati?" I asked. 

*"Why doesn't she go to the Sheikh family home?"

"Yakeen nahin aayega, aapko, laikin unka dil sasual main hi lagta hai." Mamma smiled sadly. "She had bonded so well with Ammi that she feels her presence in that house."

*"You won't believe it but she feels happier at her in-laws." 

"How will you go?" I asked her.

"Rickshaw." She stood up.

I laughed. "Oh, you're so funny, Mamma!" I stood up as well. "The correct answer is: mera ladla chota beta mujhe chodh kay aayega." 

*"My beloved younger son will drop me off there."

"Zaid, you just came home. You must be tired." 

"Mamma." I took the tray into the kitchen and began to wash up.

"I'll..." She immediately began to offer.

"Go and get ready, Mamma." I told her. "The world won't end if I do some housework." 

She limped towards her bedroom, clearly still suffering from knee pain.

Ya Allah, please ease all her pain. Ameen.

****

Muraad

I took Ammi with me to the Sheikh family home. I felt as nervous as a child who was terrified of needles, about to have an injection.

"Jaldi hai rukhsati ki?" Ammi wouldn't stop teasing me.

*"You're in a rush to bring her home?"

"Woh main tournament se jaldi aagaya tha to..." I stopped, embarrassed, as I saw her looking at me knowingly from the passenger seat of my car. 

*"It's just that I got home early from the tournament, so..."

"Dulhan ko bhi itni jaldi hai?" Ammi laughed lightly.

*"Is the bride in as much rush?" 

I noticed how relaxed she was away from him. She would never be able to make such jokes in front of him. Love and romance was a foreign concept for Abbu.

We got out of my car. 

Ammi slid her arm through mine as we headed to the front door of my wife's family home. "So, how should I start the conversation? Dr Sheikh, Nazia Bhabi, hamara beta bohat betaab ho raha hai apni biwi ko saath le jaane ke liye. Aapki ijazat ho to abhi lejayain?"

*"Dr Sheikh, Nazia Bhabi, my son is getting restless to take his wife home with him. If you allow it, can we take her along with us?"

"Ammi." I shook my head.

"Maa Sadqay. Mera bacha sharmata bhi hai." She pinched my cheek.

*"May I sacrifice myself for you. My son blushes as well."

"Why don't you go alone and handle this?" I suggested. "I'll wait in this car, if you'll keep teasing me like this." 

She laughed. She adjusted her dupatta and rang the doorbell, a pleased smile on her chubby cheeks. Nausheen Azeem looked as proud as if I'd just won a match for Pakistan. 

Nazia Aunty opened the door. "Assalam Alaikum!" 

We all greeted each other, and again when Arhaan Uncle came down the hall with Ismael Bhai.

And so, we stepped inside to decided on a major decision regarding mine and Amara's future.

****

Arhaan

"Yaar, aaja. Do din ke liye hi aaja. Main ticket bhaij doonga." I was video calling Fawad.

*"Bro, come. Come for just two days. I'll send the tickets."

I was feeling emotional that night, knowing that Amara would go in a matter of days. "Jazzy ki to bhatiji hai hi, laikin teri bhi to bhajiti jaisi hai."

*"She's Jazzy's niece, but she's also like a niece to you."

"Tareekh badal kaise di?" Fawad looked curious.

*"Why did you change the date?"

"Shadi shuda joday ki marzi thi, yaar. Aur agar woh yehi chahte hain to hum kis haq se roq sakte hain?" I told him.

*"They're a married couple. And if they want this, with what right can we stop them?"

He chuckled. "Meri to Nikah ke baad ek hi raat itni bhaari thi, un donon becharon ke to itne din thay."

*"For me, even one night after Nikah was difficult, these two had so many days."

"I'm going to ignore what you just said, considering that your wife is my sister. But you have to come, Fawad. Meri akloti beti ka mamla hai. Aaja yaar." 

*"It's a matter of my only daughter. Come on."

"Acha dekhta hoon." He nodded. 

*"Okay, I'll see."

"You're the Head of Cardiology now. I'm sure you can pull some strings." 

"I'll do my best. It's this Saturday confirmed, right?" 

"In Sha Allah. We're calling the Imam from the mosque for a special dua in the morning for her happy married life. Everyone from the family will be there, include Zafar and Fariha's family. If you're not there, you and I are only related through Jasmina. Dosti khatam."

*"Our friendship would be over."

"You were the only non-dramatic Sheikh sibling of this generation. What happened to you?" He laughed. He paused. "I'll do everything in my power to be there this Saturday, I promise you. Mere bhai jaise dost ki beti meri bhatiji hi hui na, Jasmina ke saath rishte ke ilawa bhi."

*"The daughter of my brother like friend is like my own niece, even apart from our connection to Jasmina." 

"You better. Otherwise I'm ready to come to London for some overdue a**-kicking." I warned him.

"Chalo, kisi bahane idhar to aaya ga tu." He grinne.d

*"At least, under this excuse, you'll come here."

We chatted for a while more, and by the time we ended the call, I was certain that he would come, even though he didn't directly say it.

I have to say, one of the things that I was most grateful for in my life, it was my friendship with Fawad.

Farhaan, as our teachers used to call us. 

From those school boys who always got in serious trouble with their fed up parents, to fathers-in-law and grandfathers. We'd basically spent our whole life journey together, so naturally I wanted him for this important moment too.

He'll be here, In Sha Allah. I smiled, staring up at the ceiling.

****

Muraad

It was Friday morning, and tomorrow Amara was coming home In Sha Allah.

It was barely seven in the morning, and I was swimming away in the pool of the gym that I frequented.

After what seemed like hours, I got out of the pool. Fortunately I was alone here this early in the morning. Towel drying myself, I basked in the warm glow of the morning sun coming in through the window beside me. 

I loved Lahore early in the morning. Seeing the city bathing in the gentle glows of the rising sun gave me a true feeling of home. This was one of the things that I missed the most about the city when I was away for tournaments. 

I headed into the adjoining men's changing room, and as I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I couldn't help chuckling. Even my own body reminded me of Amara now, the way she had kissed my stomach, my chest. 

Tomorrow night is going to be unbearably hot, In Sha Allah.

My phone started ringing as I got dressed after a shower. I sprayed on my cologne and then reached for it. It was Mr Asif, my manager. "Hello?" 

"Azeem, good news!" He sounded overexcited. "Zaman is stepping down, and you will now be made the team captain for the T20 World Cup!" 

I froze. The T20 World Cup at the end of the year. "Are you kidding me?" 

"No! Congratulations, future Captain Muraad Azeem!" 

A wide grin appeared on my face. I'll be captain, In Sha Allah.

****

Amara

I was getting mehendi done, upon my mother's insistence. Noor was here as well, as well as Fariha Aunty and Zunaira Bhabi. All of us ladies were gathered in the living room, playing music in the background, talking and laughing.

"What are you wearing tomorrow?" Noor asked. "I heard you returned the original rukhsati bridal gown." 

"Don't worry, I got a surprise outfit that nobody has seen." I smiled.

"A cricket outfit?" Noor teased. "How romantic would that be!" 

"No more teasing her!" Chachi warned her. "Our little Amara is going away from us tomorrow. Nobody teases her or makes fun of her from now on!" She got tearful at the end.

I stuck my tongue out at Noor, giggling as she wrinkled her nose in return. 

My phone rang, but my hands were in the mehendi artists' control.

"It's Behnoyi Ji!" Noor teased, laughing as she grabbed my phone and glanced at the screen. 

*Behnoyi: sister's husband.

"Hello?" Noor answered.

"Noor!" Chachi glared at her.

"Sorry, Muraad Bhai. Amara's hands are full at the moment." Noor fell back on the floor from laughing so hard. 

I was blushing hard. "Noor!" I hissed.

"Noor, nahin tang karo usay!" Chachi told her off. "Uske kaan se phone lagao. Abhi!"

*"Noor, don't bother her!"
"Hold the phone to her ear. Now!"

Noor rolled her eyes but obeyed her mother.

"Hello?" I spoke, shyly. "Assalam Alaikum!"

"Walaikum Assalam!" Muraad's voice made me want to jump through the phone and into his arms. "Ek baat batani thi, abhi kisi ko na batana. Laikin aapko batana zaroori hai." 

*"I wanted to tell you something, don't tell anyone. But it's important to tell you."

"What is it?" I asked, curiously.

"Guess who's going to be captain in the World T20?" He sounded like he was grinning.

I inhaled sharply, my eyes widening with excitement.

"Don't react right now." He said. "I don't want to give anything away until things are finalised. Congratulate me in private tomorrow night." 

People must have surely noticed my excitement. I had to find a cover quickly. "Well, congratulate your neighbours for the new baby chicks. They were waiting for them for a long time." 

What the actual hello, Amara?

Muraad chuckled. 

God, I love it when he chuckles. It's so manly and s*xy.

"I love you, Amore. I can't wait for you to come with me tomorrow, In Sha Allah." 

"Hmmm." 

"That's not the answer to an 'I love you'." He sounded amused. "I need a proper reply, Mrs Muraad." 

"Tomorrow." I told him. "In Sha Allah." 

"I am looking forward to it, Mrs Muraad Azeem." 

My blushing cheeks must have given everything away, as everyone looked at me with knowing smiles. 

I'm moving in with my husband tomorrow, In Sha Allah! I squealed internally.

And he's going to be captain, In Sha Allah! 

The new chapter of my life was going to begin tomorrow, and I was looking forward to it. 

No intruders, no viral pranks, no stalking media could put me off from the idea of marrying the love of my life, Muraad Azeem. 

I loved him, and tomorrow night I was going to show him just how much. 

In Sha Allah.

****

The rukhsati is in the next chapter! Who is excited? #AmaraRukhsati

I'm really making you guys wait for it, aren't I? ;)

People would do anything stupid to go viral and this chapter sort of highlighted that. The things that people would do to get famous on social media is incredible. 

This chapter also showed various bonding of kids with their mothers. 

Would Fawad come?

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