MADE FOR EACH OTHER

CHAPTER 20

DUA'S POV:

It's almost 12:30. In half an hour the college would leave. I was sitting in the staff's room. I didn't had

any lecture but had tons of work pending. I was bit off scheduled all blame to mr.armaan rizvi. we had

to make public appearances just for the media for many time like seven times. Seven times seeing him

that too in a month was making me go all crazy. I wonder what I would do when the every day I have to

take a look at his face and bear him. Only dua's can help you dua. See now I had to do this paper

checking and yet I am thinking about him. Please armaan give me a break. Okay dua ease up.

We still can poison him on first day itself by mixing seeds of apricot in his breakfast and then hide his

body under the bed and we can leave the city or may country. Yes we can definitely do so.

Some one tapped on the shoulder. I turned to see it was siba.

"Assalamu Waalaykum" I said

"waalaykumu salaam" she replied.

"What happened you had a proxy right" I asked her. Siba is another hijabi in the college beside me.

She wears an abaya also. Which made me wonder why don't I. she didn't wore it until she got married

she one's said it to me.

"Yes. I had but mr.principal wanted to give the students there peace of mind. Because of the stunt they

pulled few days ago." She said.

"Yes. I do remmber. Better they get a good punishment for it." I said remembering that how some of the

students edited a video of a fat students and posted it on social media. Poor simran.

" So....how's wedding preparation going on" she asked pulling a chair beside me.

"Smooth and rough. Both." I said and siba chuckled beside me.

"Don't worry. It all be fine." She said and I nodded to her. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

"Well. Did you selected lehnga for your wedding." She asked.

"No. I am gonna go today for that. With mrs. rizvi. I mean ammi. Hey you wanna come too." I asked

with hope.

"As much as I want to you know I to look after the kids of both mine and my bhabhi's. So it's kind of

impossible. You know." She said.

"Okay. At least I hope you to see on the wedding day. As well as walima and haldi and mehndi too." I

said with an excitment deep down.

"Insha Allah." She said.

Suddenly my phone vibrated I took it in my hand to see a message from armaan. I left a deep breath.

Siba who was peeping beside began to tease me. I am so used to them now.

*****

I am gonna be at sharp 4 to pick you up. Ammi wants me too. And don't think too much about me.

*****

This man and his ego. Siba beside me began to laugh. I just rolled my eyes on her.

Uff. It's gonna be a longs day today.

I was getting ready. Speaking of the truth I am already but yet I am making him wait down. It's 4:15 I

checked the clock in my room. Sharp 4 my foot. As long as I wanted him to wait I didn't wanted ammi to

wait for long.

I finally made an appearance down. Armaan was sitting down but it made me mad to see ayesha there

with him. If you wonder why I am mad. I honestly don't know and I didn't even bother to because I am

tired of it so.

"Let's go." I said as stood in front of them.

"Yes. Let's go." It wasn't armaan who said so it was ayesha. It took a moment but I knew where this

thing was going on making me mad to soul.

"Ayesha is coming too with us." Armaan said.

I would have honestly been happy if she would come with me for wedding shopping but it wasn't me for

which she was coming it was armaan.

It's okay dua you got this. I said to my self.

Baba had gave me card he never did but when he said it too use there and then itself I decided I won't.

But still I took it and I exactly know why.

I was walking behind armaan and ayesha who were talking what only Allah knows.

Ayesha took a seat beside armaan who was driving. While I sat all the way on the back seat. If you

think I didn't mind it then you are wrong I hell mind it. But I won't let them knew that I was acting cool

but only I knew how I was melting inside. Is it jealousy. No. I shouldn't. Astagfirullah.

Both armaan and ayesha were busy talking, chatting and laughing. While me on the backseat was

pretending to have fun in my phone but I wasn't.

Soon we arrived a big beautiful show. It was small but I bet it must be big within. I think I knew the

brand name it's Peacock. It must be a big one. Rich people. Ayesha must be familiar with the shop.

To enter I was the first while ayesha and armaan were behind me. The shop wasn't crowded I easily

spotted ammi sitting on the couch with a magazine in her hand.

"Assalamu Aalaykum ammi" I said with 400 volts smile.

"Mualaikumsalam" she said.

Ayesha and armaan too greeted her with salam.

"Ammi you guys shop. I'll come to pick you or I'll send driver." Armaan said and left and before winking

at me. Idiot. I'll surely pop out both of his eyes one day out of his skull.

The rest of the day went like I liking something and ayesha picking flaws out of it. I was hard time to

control myself when I picked this beautiful lehnga with zarri work on it. I took it was examining it in front

of the mirror. Ayesha came beside me and said 'it's too much expensive for you.' Thankfully ammi was

busy speaking with someone from the shop.

But ammi landed on this particular dress which was just perfect for walima and ammi liked it too.

"Well. Do you still want to wear saree on the nikha." Ammi asked looking at me. Ayesha was in the

dressing room selecting something for herself.

"Yes. Ammi. I want to wear saree. It's the same saree my ammi wore on her nikha and I planned on to

wear it even before I knew the concept of marriage." I said remembering my ammi. I have the photo of

that day. She looked beautiful in it. And the least wearing it would make me look like her.

"But see this colour would suit you so much it's perfect. Isn't it." Ammi said showing me a beautiful

cream colour dress. It was pretty.

"I think it will suit you more. Actually it will perfect in you." I said placing the dress on her.

"Uff ammi. You will confuse the people who actually bride is." I said.

And received a light slap on my arm. I knew I like her.

"Aunty look at this dress." Ayesha said twirling in front of us. It was the same dress that I liked quite

before. Did she did that on purpose. Yes off course she is ayesha remmber.

"Yes. Ofcourse you look beautiful. Masha Allah." Ammi said while I plastered a fake flat smile on my

face.

It's okay dua we got it.

I was shocked to hear that all the bills of the dress were on armaan. Not all only mine more specifically.

Brides dress. Ammi took my dress with her as she would bring back matching accessories with it.

Armaan paid for the dress I felt bad he has to buy expensive dress not only for me ayesha also. I must

text him sometimes later. We all exited the shop armaan send a driver to drop us home. All thanks to

Allah that ayesha left us to see some of her friends I call them butterflies personally. Those two devils

aunty always behind my head scarf.

I was busy thinking about them when ammi spoke "Dua" I turned to look at her sitting beside me.

"Yes ammi." I said wondering what's she gonna talk about.

"I know you and armaan don't get along very well. But you both remind me so much about me and

ahmed shab. But I know you'll get along good. We always wanted you for armman. It's not like I don't

like ayesha. But I always liked you more." I smiled at her.

"Armaan does really like you. The problem is that he doesn't know that." She said with a laugh which

made me turn red. May be that the matter with me too. What. No.no. that's impossible.

"Don't worry everything will be fine with him. You'll be a great couple in future." She said. Bring on the

blush baby.

But deep down I was thinking that does he really like me. Only Allah know that. Uff. It's totally confusing

dua.