'Her smile was the cure for his pain
His happiness was her Dua'
(Dua means prayer)
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"I am mad at everyone else." (Aalia)
"Why?" (Adnaan)
"They all are busy talking about your marriage." Aalia rolled her eyes.
"And If you have a Gir...
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Aalia's Pov
(1 week later)
It's been one week since I talked to Adnaan. I never had the guts to text or call him. I was too afraid of what I would say if he asked me about the reply for his letter. My college started 5 days ago and I was having my internals going on. Hana left 2 days ago. Her grandfather was really sick and she wanted to take care of him. It clearly means that I can't talk to her or visit her for a while as she was staying at her grandparent's house. I was trying my level best to concentrate on my studies as I didn't want to disappoint my parents. It was already 11:52 at night. I was sitting in front of my study table trying to study the portions as per my study timetable. I think I have been studying well because I had nothing else to do other than studying. I visited Iqra once in every two days and she would help me with my problems. Her talks will heal my wounded heart. I looked at the time and continued my studies.
I woke up hearing the most annoying sound. Yah! Alarm. I dressed up for my college and took my bag. I walked downstairs.
Actually I am all alone at home. Mom and dad were out to attend a marriage function.
'Mom I am leaving. Tell dad that I left. As I said already, I am having my internals. It will be till 12:30. After that I will stop at Iqra's café. Take care. Love you guys.'
I texted my mom.
I took my car key and locked the house. Getting into the car, I tried to start the engine. It seemed like there was something wrong with my car. I tried to start the engine again but ended up getting nothing. It was then Hassan came and knocked on my car's window.
"Everything good?" Hassan asked.
I opened the window.
"I actually don't know what the problem is but I think there is something wrong with my car." I explained.
"Should I drop you at the college?" Hassan asked.
"Can you? " I asked him.
Hassan nodded and opened the door for me.
"Wait. Let me fetch my car key. " With that he went into his home.
I waited for a while and he returned back.
"Get in. Let's leave. You may get late. " Hassan got into the car.
During the ride, I wanted to ask him something but I was afraid how he would react to it.
"Do you have something to ask me? " Hassan asked.
"Why did you ask? " I asked.
"Haven't I told you that you are too obvious?" Hassan said, looking at me.
"Yah. Actually I have something to ask." I mustered up my courage.
"Ask. " Hassan demanded.
"I will ask you at the right time. " I tried to sound convincing.
