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Chahoge tum jaisa
Ho jaaunga waisa
Chaaho toh waada ye le lo
Tum ek musafir ho
Main koi raah anjaani
Tum ek musafir ho
Main koi raah anjaani
Mann chaah mod de toh
Mere yaar baat ban jaani
Rang sharbaton ka
Tu meethe ghaat ka paani
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"Because I am in love with you-" He breathed making her heart skip a bit.
The uncomfortable silence was prevailing around making them both awkward.
Arsh was cursing himself for confessing his feelings. He should have controlled his feelings.
"Dammit. That's what you do to me. You make me lose control. I am losing my sanity here because of you. Why the hell you are so beautiful," Arsh said with frustration dripping from his tone. He runs his fingers through his hair and lets out a frustrated sigh.
Faiza gulped and passed him a cheeky smile.
"Der aaye durust aaye. Aakhir tumne meri taarif kar hi li," Faiza said trying to lighten the situation.
(Better late than never. After all, you praised me)
"Faiza, I am serious," Arsh said making her sigh.
"Tum hosh mai bhi ho ke tum kya kah rahe ho. Maine tumhe bohot baar ishaare se batane ki koshish ki. Yaar, we are better off as friends. Kyu mujhe emotional blackmail kar rahe ho?" Faiza said as her lips pursued into a pout.
(Do you even know what are you talking about? I have always try to make you understand. Why you are emotionally blackmailing me)
"Mujhe khud nahi pata hai. I am so confused. Matlab mere itne bure din aa gaye hai ke mai sirf tumhaare baare mai soch raha hu. Like how can I think about that? Mai bass itna jaanta hu ke mai tumhare begair nahi rah sakta," Arsh sighed.
(I don't even know what I am doing. How can I think about you? I just know that I can't live without you)
"Excuse me, bure din? Janab, aap itne dil ko sambhale. Khoobsurat ladki dekhi nahi aur dil fisal gaya. I know it's difficult to be just a friend with such a beautiful girl," Faiza flipped her hair proudly.
(Bad days? Control your heart, young man. You lose your heart after seeing me)
Arsh rolled his eyes at her words and let out a groan.
"Tou ab kya kiya jaaye? I know I like you. Should we give a try to our relationship?" Arsh asked raising his eyebrows.
(So what to do now)
Faiza narrowed his eyes at him and cross her arms on her chest.
"Mazak nahi chal raha hai, Arsh. We are not mature enough to get into a relationship. Yeh hamari padhai ki umr hai. Abhi ham bacche hai iss mamle mai. We both don't know what the future holds for us. And you are not in love. It's just infatuation," Faiza explained.
(It's not a joke. It's our time to do something for our career. We are just teenagers)
"Infatuation?" Arsh questioned.
"It's a common feeling. Yeh sab ko hota hai. Har insaan ye stage se guzarta hai. It's natural. Iss ka matlab yeh nahi ke ham usse mohabbat kar baithe hai. Yaar, tum mere bohot acche dost hai. Kuch waqt ki feelings ke liye hamara rishta kharab karna sahi nahi hai. Hamara dil bhi bade ziddi hote hai. Usse hi mohabbat kar baithte hai jo hamare naseeb mai nahi hota," Faiza said making a faint smile appeared on his lips.
(Everyone goes through this stage. It doesn't mean that they are in love. You are my best friend. I don't want to spoil our friendship. Our heart is very stubborn. It's fall for the one who is not in our destiny)
Arsh stroke his cold fingers on her cheeks making her heart skips a beat. He thought for a while and took a deep breath. He knew his feelings were sincere but he wasn't ready to prove it to her.
"Tum sahi kah rahi ho. I was being irrational. But I need some space, Aiza. I have to think about everything all over again. I hope you understand me," Arsh heaved a sigh while staring at her beautiful eyes.
(You are right)
"Ab kuch zyada nahi ho raha arsh? Tumhe aur kya sochna hai. You should know that you just have a tiny crush on me. You won't believe it but I had a crush on a boy name Hassan. I used to find him handsome and think about him all day long. But now I don't even want to see his face. This feeling is temporary," Faiza said in a frustrated tone making him scrunch his nose.
(You are making a big deal out of it. What do you want to think?)
"Kal chup chap yaha aa jaana warna maine tumhe jaan se maar dena hai," Faiza threatened.
(Tomorrow you have to come here or I will kill you)
"Kis wajah se?" Arsh questioned her.
(Why)
"Kal aapi ko dekhne kuch log aa rahe hai. Aur mujhe tou lag raha hai ke rishta pakka bhi ho jaayega. Ham waise bhi akele bore ho jaayenge. Tum mujhe company dena," Faiza winked at him to which he coughed out loudly.
(Some people are coming to see my sister tomorrow. Maybe they will fix the alliance. I will be bored. You can be a great company)
"Ya Allah, tum bohot dirty-minded ho," Faiza tch making him groan.
(You are dirty-minded)
"Tumhara jo rishta aaya uss ka kya hua?" Arsh asked.
(What happened to your proposal)
"Yaar, I was kidding. Mai nahi kar rahi itne jaldi shaadi. I haven't met my dream guy yet," Faiza chuckled making him frown.
(Man, I am not going to get married anytime soon)
"Aiza, aisa koi mazak karta hai. Mai sahi mai tension mai aa gaya tha," Arsh said shooting her a glare.
(Don't make jokes out of it. I was so worried)
Faiza gave him a goofy grin making him pinch her cheeks.
"Mai chalta hu," Arsh said making her nodded her head.
(I am going)
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"Aapi, aap kitni acchi lag rahi hai. MashaAllah," Faiza said in excitement while applying a coat of blush on her cheeks.
(You are looking so beautiful)
Sehrish nodded her head while fidgeting with her fingers.
"Aapko tayyar nahi hona hai. Aap ka kapda hamne bed par rakha hai. Jaldi se jaa kar ready ho jaaye," Sehrish said as she wants to be alone. She was very nervous and her beloved sister wasn't doing anything to help her.
(Won't you get ready? I have put your outfit on your bed. Get ready as soon as possible)
"Accha. Agar aap ko jiju se baat karna hai tou kar li jiye. Ham thodi kuch kahenge. Kuch romantic baat karna hai kya?" Faiza asked in a mischievous tone.
(Oh, you want to talk to brother-in-law. I won't say anything. Do you want to talk about something romantic)
"Faiza- aap kuch zyada nahi bol rahi. Chhoti hai na tou chhoti jaise rahiye. Bado ke jaise baatein kyu kar rahi hai," Sehrish scolded making her lips pursued into a pout.
(You are talking too much. You are my younger sister so behave like one. Why are you talking like elders)
"Ham nahi kara rahe hai aapki koi secret meeting jiju se," Faiza said with a huff and went to her room.
(I won't let you both secretly meet)
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Faiza changed into her magenta pink color kurti with a cigarette off-white pants. Her matching dupatta was on her shoulder.
Faiza's mouth watered when she saw a variety of dishes on the dining table.
She put a piece of kabab in her mouth and her taste bud explode with the enriched taste.
"Faiza, aap yaha kya kar rahi hai? Mehmaan ke liye hai ye sab. Aap jaiye sehrish ke paas. Unhe kisi cheez ki zarurat hui tou," Anisa Begum scolded her daughter.
(What are you doing here? It's for the guest. You go to sehrish. She might need something)
"Mamma, iss ghar mai tou sab hamare pichhe pade rahte hai. Accha, hamare liye chai bana dijiye," Faiza said with a frustrated sigh.
(Mom, everyone is after me in this house. At least, make tea for me)
"Chai ke bina tumhara guzaara nahi hota, nai?" Anisa Begum taunted to which she shrugged her shoulder.
(You won't survive without drinking tea)
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"MashaAllah, aapki beti kitni pyaari hai aur suljhi hui hai. Allah aapki beti ko har khushi de," Imran's mother said lovingly.
(Your daughter is so beautiful and understanding. May Allah bless her with immense happiness)
"Haaye, aap sahi kah rahi hai. Hamari appi itni suljhi hui hai ke aaj tak ham unko samajh nahi paaye," Faiza said with a chuckle but her mother glare shut her up.
(You are right. She is so understanding that I am unable to understand her yet)
Zimraan bit his inner cheeks to control the smile which was stretching on his lips.
"Aap bohot accha mazak karti hai. Waise aap bhi bohot khoobsurat hai. Hamara bass chale tou ham aap dono bahen ko apne ghar ki bahu banaa de," Imran's mother said making Faiza choked in the air.
(You are so funny. You are also very beautiful. If it's in my hand, I will make both of you my daughter in law)
A deep layer of blush coat on her cheeks as she realized what she just said. She looks at Zimraan from the corner of her eyes. He was passing a genuine smile at her.
"Allah har beti ke naseeb acche kare. Ham bass yahi chahte hai ke hamari beti jaha rahe, khush rahe," Anisa Begum smiled at her daughter.
(May Allah gave daughters a good destiny. I just want my daughter to be happy wherever she is)
"Agar aapki ijazat ho tou imran aur sehrish ek dusre se baat kar sakte hai, akele mai. Ek dusre ko acchi tarah jaan lenge," Imran's mother asked.
(If you will allow then sehrish and Imran can talk to each other. They will get to know each other)
"Aur kitna jaanna chahenge," Faiza muttered under her breath.
(How much more they will know about each other)
"Hame tou koi harz nahi hai. Faiza, aap sehrish aur imran ko lounge area mai le jaaye. Ham bade kuch baat kar lenge," Anisa Begum said to which Faiza excitedly nodded her head.
(I don't have any problem. Faiza, help them to reach the lounge area. We elders have to talk)
Faiza took Sehrish and Imran to the lounge area. She was very excited to know what they will talk about.
"Aap log kariye baat. Ham kisiko bhi nahi batayenge ke aap dono ne kitni romantic baat ki," Faiza said in a mischievous tone.
(You both can talk. I won't tell anyone )
"Faiza, aap jaiye yaha se. Hame inse kuch akele mai baat karni hai," Sehrish said fixing her dupatta while Imran looked at his to-be wife with amused eyes.
(You can go. I want to talk to him alone)
"Aapi, aap kitni besharam ho gai hai," Faiza said as her mouth gaped open.
(You have become so shameless)
"Faiza," Her sister warned.
Faiza sighed and went out of the lounge area. She stands behind the door and tried to listen to their conversation.
"Chhup chhup kar kisi me baatein sunna aapko zaib nahi deta," Zimraan appeared out of nowhere making her startled.
(It's not good to listen to someone conversation)
"Aap yaha kya kar rahe hai?" Faiza asked in a hesitant tone.
(What are you doing here)
"Bore ho raha tha. Socha aapse hi baat karlu," Zimraan smirked.
(I was bored. So I thought that I should talk to you)
"Suna hai aap bohot acchi chai banati hai. Ho sake tou hamare liye bhi bana lijiye," Zimraan said making Faiza scrunch her nose.
(I have heard that you make a good tea. If possible, make it for me)
"Kon itni jhooti khabre phaila raha hai aapko? Waise ham se chai itni acchi nahi banti par try karne mai kya jaata hai," Faiza shrugged making him chuckle.
(Who is spreading false news? I am not good at making tea but there is no harm in trying)
They both went to the kitchen. Faiza took the saucepan and put it on the stove.
"Waise bhudape mai itni chai nahi peeni chahiye. Sehat ke liye accha nahi hota," Faiza advised adding the ingredients to the boiling milk.
(You shouldn't drink tea in old age. It's not good for health)
"Excuse me, I am just 27," Zimraan said in an amused tone making her embarrassed.
"Aap tou dikhne mai 30 ke neeche nahi lagte. No offense though," Faiza said making him chuckle.
(You don't seem to younger than 30)
"Waise aaj aap bohot khoobsurat lag rahi hai. Ham aapko ek baat bataye. Hamne aaj tak aapse khoobsurat ladki nahi dekhi," Zimraan said in his deep voice while he tucked the stray of hair behind her ear.
(You are looking so beautiful today. Can I tell you something? I have seen such a beautiful girl in my whole life)
Her breath hitched when his words hit her. Her heart was beating in the rhyming essence of his words.
She felt someone at the door but she was way too shy to lift her gaze from the floor.
Faiza pours tea into the cup and passed it to him. His fingers accidentally brush into her making her heart jolt.
"Aap tense lag rahi hai?" Zimraan asked.
(You are tense?)
"I am waiting for my friend," Faiza said tapping her foot anxiously.
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"Faiza, Arsh aaya tha tumse milne. Par bohot jaldi chale gaya. Sab theek hai na?" Anisa Begum asked making her worried.
(Arsh came to meet you but he went early. Is everything alright)
"Mamma, ham call karte hai usse. Arsh me hamse waa'da kiya tha ke wo aaj aayega," Faiza said and went to her room.
(I will call him. He promised me that he will be there today)
Faiza dialed his number and he attended the call after a few rings.
"Ammi bata rahi the ke tum aaj ghar aaye the. Fir itne jaldi kyu chale jaaye? Ham bohot bore ho rahe the," Faiza said making him chuckle.
(Mom told me that you were home. Why you went to your home so early? I was so bored)
"Are you sure?" Arsh asked in a sarcastic tone.
"Arsh," she sighed.
"Actually, mai tumse milne kitchen mai hi aa raha tha. But you were so busy talking with someone that you didn't even notice me. Mai tumhe disturb nahi karna chahta tha. Iss liye mai waha se chale gaya," Arsh said venom filled in his tone. His tone made her flinch and she couldn't comprehend what he's trying to say.
(I was coming to meet you in the kitchen)
(I didn't want to disturb you. That's why I went early )
"And Congratulations you found your perfect match," Arsh said and ended the call.
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