Vasl: reunion / meeting
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Faiza Ahmed:
Arsh Abbas:
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Prologue
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"Kya khaana hai tumhe?" A man in his late twenties asked his friend.
(What do you want to eat)
"Tumhi kuch order karlo. Nahi pata kaha le kar aagaye ho mujhe," Faiza said fixing her hair while glaring at him.
(You order something. I don't know where you took me to)
"Yaar, Isse accha chaat hi khaa lete. Yaha bohot awkward lag raha hai," She continued while looking around the expensive restaurant.
(Man, it will be much better if we would have eaten street food. It's very awkward here)
Faiza was dressed up in a peach color kurti and denim jeans. Her white dupatta was hung around her neck.
Arsh glanced at her and let out a sigh.
"Tumhaare bohot nakhre hai. Roadside unhealthy food khaa sakti hu par yaha par nahi," Arsh said with a disappointed look while closing the menu book.
(You have so many tantrums. You can eat roadside food but not here)
"Itna expensive nahi rehta hai. Actually, I am saving up money to buy Jane Austen's classic novel set," Faiza said with a dreamy sigh.
(It's not that expensive when you eat street food)
"Mai pay kar dunga. Chalo kuch order karlo," Arsh said with a defeated sigh.
(I will pay. You can order something)
"Mere liye ek coffee. Mann nahi ho raha hai kuch khane ka," Faiza said with a displeased expression while ordering the coffee.
(I want a coffee. I don't feel like eating anything)
"I want a white sauce pasta," Arsh placed an order while letting out a sigh.
"Tumne economics ke exam ki tayyari kar li?" Arsh asked making her choke on the drink.
(Have you prepare for economic exams)
"Konsa exam bhae? Mujhe tou kisi ne nahi bataya," Faiza said with a shocked expression.
(Which exam? No one told me about it )
"Kabhi class mai dhyaan de diya karo, yaar. Kal exam hai aur tumhe pata bhi nahi hai," Arsh said in a disappointed look.
(It will be better if you will start concentrating in the class. Tomorrow is the exam and you don't know anything)
"Meri Ammi na bano. Aur mujhe ye batau tumhaara seat number kya hai?" Faiza asked narrowing her eyes.
(Don't be my mother. And tell me what's your seat number)
"Aiza, khud bhi kuch padhlo. Mujh par depends mat raho," Arsh said pinching her cheeks while Faiza glared at him.
(Study yourself. Don't be dependent on me)
Faiza Ahmed was his best friend from his childhood. They grow up in the same neighborhood. He called her Aiza out of love.
"Tumhe pata hai sehrish aapi ko lagta hai ke mera tumhaare saath affair chal raha hai," Faiza said with a scoff.
(Sehrish sister thinks that I am having an affair with you)
Arsh choked on his drink while his cheeks reddened.
"Matlab kuch bhi sochte mere ghar wale. Affair chalana bhi hai tou tumhari saath thodi chalaungi," Faiza said with a chuckle while a grin spread across her lips.
(How can they think of it. If I will ever date anyone, why I will date you)
"Kyu? Mujh mai kya kami hai?" Arsh asked fixing his collar.
(Why? What's wrong with me)
"Akal ki. Wo bhi shadeed tareen. Yaar, seriously. Tum bhai ki tarah ho mere. Mai tumhe uss nazar se kaise dekh sakti hu," Faiza said scrunching her nose.
(Wisdom. To be honest, you are like a brother to me. How can I see you in that way)
"Bhai nahi hu mai tumhara," Arsh said in an offended tone.
(I am not your brother)
"Sahi keh rahe ho. Itni izzat kyu du mai tumhe," Faiza said narrowing her eyes at him.
(You are right. Why I am giving you so much respect)
"On a serious note, I want my future husband to be very handsome. Tall, hot, dashing aur bohot acche insaan ho. At least 8 saal ka age gap tou rehna hi chahiye. Dil ke acche hone chahiye. Agar koi aisa mil jaaye tou maine abhi nikah karwale na hai. Kaha milenge aise mard?" Faiza said while lost in her imagination.
(He should be tall, hot, dashing, and a very good man. There should be an age gap of at least 8/years. He should have a good heart. If I will ever find a man like that, I will marry him right away. Where can I find that type of man?)
"Tumhaare khwab mai," Arsh said in a sarcastic tone while rolling his eyes.
(In your dream)
"Agar koi nahi mila, tou tum hona. Mai tumse shaadi karlungi," Faiza said in a mischievous tone.
(If I will not find anyone, then I will marry you)
"Tou mai tumhaare liye second option hu," Arsh said in a blank tone.
(So I am the second option for you)
"Mai mazak kar rahi hu. Mind mat kiya karo," Faiza said with a chuckle to which he smiled.
(I am just kidding. Don't mind)
The waiter served them food and Faiza mouth watered at the sight of delicious food.
Arsh smirked when he noticed her drooling over the creamy pasta.
"Yaar, thoda sa taste karwa do. Dikhne mai bohot tasty lag raha hai," Faiza said licking her lips while her eyes were glued to the plate of creamy white sauce pasta.
(Man, let me have a bite. It seems to be very tasty)
"Tumhe tou bhook nahi thi na," Arsh asked with a smirk making her groan.
(You were not hungry)
He chuckled at her antics and looked at her with amused eyes.
Arsh passed her the plate and she started devouring the delicious pasta. The sauce was stick near her lips.
Arsh leaned closer and run his thumb over it while looking at her adoration.
Faiza felt his hot burning gaze on her. She looked into his eyes which was filled with desire.
"Arsh, mujhe aise kyu dekh rahe ho tum?" Faiza asked raising her eyebrows.
(Why are you staring at me like that)
Her soft voice startled him. Arsh moved backward and took a deep breath.
"Kuch nahi. Yahi dekh raha tha ke inti badi hogai ho par khane ka tareeka nahi hai," Arsh said with a chuckle making Faiza glared at him.
(Nothing. I am just thinking that how can one don't have eating manners)
After he pays the bill, they left the restaurant.
"Sahi se baitho," Arsh said as Faiza was sitting behind him on his bike.
(Sit properly)
Faiza nodded her head and clutched his shoulder tightly.
"Tum jaan boojh kar bike laaye ho na ke tum mere nazdik baith sako," Faiza asked raising his eyebrows making his eyes widen.
(You knowingly brought a motorbike just to sit near me)
"Aiza. Jo muh mai aata hai bol deti ho. Zara mahaul dekh kar kuch baat kiya karo," Arsh said in a low voice.
(You always say without thinking twice)
So that was the story between the two best friends who are always there for each other. They grew up in the same neighborhood.
Faiza Ahmed is a beautiful and bold girl. She is 21 years old. Her father died when she was very young. She lives with her mother and her elder sister.
Arsh Ahmed is a handsome young man trying to make up his own business line and a successful career. He's not friendly to everyone. He has an only friend to which he shares everything. His only friend was none other than his Faiza.
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How's the prologue?ð
Please don't expect quick romance. It will be a slow-burn romance. You will just have to wait for few chaptersð â¤
-Faraal