MADE FOR EACH OTHER

CHAPTER 21

DUA'S POV:

A week is left for the day. Many guest had already arrived.

Relatives from baba's side. Whom baba never cared about really, but they were here and I was happy

that they did so.

As per speaking about relative's from ammi side I had one mamu but I haven't seen them he was really

a nice person.He hated baba and when baba left ammi he was mad at them and wanted my custody

but baba didn't gave it as ammi wanted him to take care of me. It would not be any wonder if he didn't

came.

No one from ayesha's mother's family was here especially ayesha's massi. And it's great if they don't

show up.

My all school friends were up. My bestie saba and anam. Anam was married having a cute panda like

baby danish he is so cute. While saba is single.

Ayesha. Speaking about her I don't see her much. She might have locked herself or something. I felt

bad for her. but things won't go our way. even if we want them to.

The most happy person about this wedding is bua. More then me. 'Are you happy about this wedding

dua.' The inner me asked me 'Yes I am happy not because I am getting married but because there's

wedding in the house and everyone is here."

Speaking of every one I was surrounded by saba, anam, her panda on my lap and siba. Yes she made

up. We were all sitting on my bed. Having fun chatting, gossiping and so much more. I felt happy that

someone is there whose willing to be with me in my happiness.

We all were talking about some one from the college who had a crush on saba and we were teasing

her and suddenly the conversation went on teasing me. See how the table turns up so quickly.

Siba began to share how armaan use to bring flowers to me and how he waited outside the college for

me. Recently I have discovered a weird kind of response within me whenever someone say his name

or talk about him my heartbeat skip. A newly discovered response. It would be an new discovery given

to the world. I would even get a PhD for it or something.

Soon bua came with food I was only left to have dinner. Everyone already had it. Poor me. Bua has

been great help she helped me with the wedding shopping and packing them.

I was enjoying these days.

Anam and his panda shared the room with me. While saba went to there old house where her cousin

brother and his family stayed.

Anam was sleeping with her panda. It was hard to sleep I would wake up in the middle of night as

these panda would cry. Don't get me wrong I love kids but they are annoying when they cry.

It was past midnight anam and her panda was sleeping but I know he would wake up any time.

I stood up I don't wanted to sleep really. I opened my balcony door and went in. I closed it behind. I am

gonna miss my room especially these view.

I looked at the beautiful sea in front of me.

And then looked at the sky and began my heart to heart talk with Allah.

Allah things are so different. I know I said that I hated armaan but honestly things have changed Allah. I

was so furious and hated him that he made me forcefully to agree upon this marriage. I hated his guts

mostly. He annoyed me. But Allah I am happy. I don't know is it what people call love is I don't know.

But I do care and have feelings for him. Allah I am scared I don't know if he likes me back or not. He

haven't said anything but he makes me feel special. Allah I think there's no turning back from this

feeling. I can't help them I'm just gonna wait until that day when he when he realizes it. Till then I'll wait.

Only for him.

ARMAAN'S POV:

"Armaan. Armaan." I heard ammi yelling for me.

"Yes ammi." I said when I saw her on the door.

"You were offering salah." She said seeing the prayer mat in my hand.

"Yes. Anything for me." I asked her. Why was she yelling thought.

"Yes. Go on terrace. Everyone's there. Waiting for you. And yes nida is also there." Ammi said.

"Ya Allah. Nida. Ammi I don't want to go there. You know how nida is you know." I said. nida one of my

cousin who is head over heels for me.

"Don't worry. She's no harm at all. Poor soul why do dislike her so much." She said.

"Ammi you know everything yet your calling her poor soul." I said being annoyed.

"Armaan. Armaan." Some called for me. Not someone it was nida herself. Take the name of the devil

and the devil is here.

She rushed inside my room. A little manner would had been okay if she had.

"Ohh. There you are. I've been searching you everywhere." She said pulling me by my arm I looked at

ammi who was busy suppressing her laugh. Sometime I wonder if she really is my own mother.

" come we all are playing games whole night and you...." she was busy saying something and didn't

mind skipping it.

So far I am good but there's this one thing deep within me that's eating me up.

When I reached terrace everyone was there. Including my favorite twin cousin shahid and shahida. All

were sitting making a big round circle on a big carpet. Everyone had something in their hands either to

eat or drink. Everyone began to howl and whistle after they saw me. Jungle people.

I detached my self from nida and took a seat in between the twins. Farzana bhabhi gave a a coke can

to which I thanked her before she got the chance to run behind her kids.

"So what are we playing?" I asked my gang.

Nida was the first to answer she said eyeing me like an idiot "any thing you say".

"No. Nida baji. We are playing passing the parcel. See I have a pillow too." Shahida said saying

throwing and catching a small pillow.See that's the reason they are my favorite.

"Well let's begin." Siraj bhai yelled loudly. All where acting like a kid.

It was past midnight still we were playing. Chahu(uncle) was dancing on the song 'mehndi laga kar

rakhna' suddenly he came and picked me and shahid we were now in between the circle and dancing.

Remmber a little while when I said I loved my cousin. I actually hate them shahida recorded my

dancing video and send it to dua. She send my dancing video to dua. Dua. I won't be able to face her.

How do they even know each other.

But she. She called me. Dua called me. Yes the phone is ringing in my hand. No way I'm gonna pick it

but it kept ringing and ringing. Fine I am picking it up. I regret the moment the very unladylike laugh

came it sure it was pleasant. But for five minutes she kept on laughing.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

"If you're gonna keep laughing I'm hanging up." I said and was gonna to so when.

"No. Just one minute." She said I beard her laugh for few minutes. With a goofy smile on my face.

"You know." Laugh "You saw." More laugh "Do you ever saw yourself dancing." She asked with

laughter in between.

"No." I plainly said.

"You must." She said

"I'm hanging up." I said.

"No wait. I" laugh."I just" more laugh "I just can't stop laughing." She said. I wasn't gonna hang up.

"Well. You can save the laugh. Because your gonna cry soon." I said and I wondered if she heard what

i said.

"You know. I." And she kept on laughing. For the rest of the call.

I didn't dance something funny. She found it funny because it was me dancing nothing else.

I have to find shahida and give her a peace of mind soon. She's gonna pay for it.

Dua's laugh was still in my hears. So melodious it was. But deep down I didn't know whether she was

happy with this marriage or not. I mean it was me who let the media in. It was my master plan but yet. I

wish she won't be sad with this. I have made a sin first I made ayesha suffer but I know her nature and

when arham pulled down the curtain there was no way with her. And arham that idiot was gonna end

his life for her.

I was left with no choice and I know I could have found out some or the other way but at that time it was

all so sudden and quick and arham gave the idea of replacing ayesha with dua and I agreed on it.

Yet I never apologies to dua 'well there's rest of your life coming to apologize to her.' My inner voice

said it to me. 'Yes. If she says yes on our nikha day.' I replied to my inner voice.

She would be last person I want to hurt. I really do care for her and wish she would care for me too. If

she didn't want me I'll leave it the way she like. Only for her.