Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose. - The Wonder Years
Ayesha's POV
This is so not possible! After all this time it's this way that I'd get to meet him? Like my Sister's husband?
OH MY GOD. NO.
"Ayesha, are you opening the door or not?" Aidah yelled and slowly opened the latch with a spare key she had and barged inside.
"Stop looking at him with such admiration in your eyes, Ms. Khan." She flipped her hijaab and snatched a picture from my hand.
"He is mine." She stuck her tongue out.
"Yeah" I forced a smile and left the place without any further conversation. It was suffocating.
I ran to the terrace and loved it when the cold air hit my face. I was enjoying this little moment until Aidah decided to ruin it.
"Oh my god, who is she?
I get drunk on jealousy.
You'll come back, each time you leave,
cause darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream."
She came all the way singing and dancing.
"High now, are we?" I commented.
"No, you're jealous." She sang.
"Why would I be?"
"Because he is handsome and he is mine and then you'll be jealous that I have such a good husband." She said.
"Why are you so childish?" I chuckled.
"Learnt from the best." She winked.
"Let's grab some food now. I'm hungry." I lied and started to walk ahead when Aidah suddenly grabbed my arm.
"Tell me what's wrong?" She questioned.
"Uhh, nothing?" It was more like a question.
"Stop lying! I can see it in your eyes!"
"Since when did you become such an emotional wreck?" I questioned.
"I saw a Shahrukh Khan movie when you were asleep. Trust me, It was hilarious." She started laughing.
"Good. Now, shall we eat? I'm hungry!" I scowled.
"Tell me what happened to you? If you want it's okay, you can keep this guy. He doesn't look so good and plus he's got dimples and I don't like dimples. They are ewwww. You can keep him if you want." She winked and tossed the picture up in the air.
I guess, it's time to tell her everything.
"It's not like that! Okay, I need to talk to you." I let out a harsh breath.
"Shoot!" She exclaimed.
"After we eat something. Can't you hear the stupid noises from my stomach?" I fake gasped.
"Yeah, yeah. Afterall, you're pregnant." She winked and ran away before I could hit her.
This is girl is totally crazy!
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After eating a packet of chips, a cup of tea and yeah some jalebi of course, we went to my room and and I know, hell's gonna break loose on me.
"1-2-3-4 START!" Aidah squealed as we sat on my bed.
"Where should I start from?"
"Tell me everything from the start! Since the day you guys met, to what all happened between you both. EVERYTHING."
huh?
"How do you know?" I questioned
"You were looking at that pic which such admiration in your eyes, Ayesha. It was visible that you guys have a history. A catastrophic history."
"You assume too much."
"Your sister afterall."
So I began telling her everything from how we met, what all we did together, those random funny moments and what not. Some memories made me laugh while some made me cry. I could see even Aidah's eyes glistening when I was near the end of our story. An incomplete ending.
"He still has the picture with you stuffing a brownie in your mouth?" She asked.
"No idea!"
"Well, let's reunite you with him!" She squealed.
"This is not some kind of a fairytale-"
"IT IS! And it is so cute!" She sighed dreamily.
"Ya ya." I shrugged the thought of me getting back again with him. But there is still a possibility, right?
"Stop being an emotional fool and let's go down." Aidah suggested.
"Okay!" I chirped and we both went downstairs as we were going inside the kitchen when aunty [Aidah's mom] called us.
"Yes, momma?" Aidah replied.
"Come here, beta. Tell me which guy did you both select?"
"You're asking as if we are shopping for dresses or something!" Aidah said and I burst into laughter.
"Shut up." Aunty retorted.
"Momma, I selected this guy but then I saw heh as dimples and I don't like him anymore." Aidah had a disgusting look on her face and I glared at her.
How can she make such faces by looking at Rayyan's photo?!?!
"Calm your genes, this is an act which I'm putting up. I find him equally handsome but then again, I can't hit on my sister's husband." She winked.
And I suddenly looked down. What?!?! I'm not blushing!
"Who is it?" Aunty asked and Aidah showed her the picture.
"Ma sha allah he's good! Ayesha what do you think of him?"
Oh well.
"He-He's ni-"
"He's excellent for Ayesha! They both will look so cute together!" Aidah squealed.
I just rolled my eyes at her clumsiness but honestly my stomach was doing backflips.
'Rayyan and Ayesha', again? After five long years?
"I'll talk to your mom about it." aunty shrieked and ran into my mom's bedroom.
These old ladies can be very complicated sometimes.
"Rayyan - Ayesha - Rayyan - Ayesha!" Aidah started singing and let me tell you. My cat's 'meow' is better than her voice.
"A donkey can song better than you!" I snapped.
"Whatever, my princess. But we all know someone is dancing with happiness."
"Who? Me? Yeah, maybe I am." I smiled genuinely and that's when I know In sha allah my life will take a turn for good.
"Thank you so much, Aidah!" I ran and hugged her.
"Save these for Rayyan. Treat me with an ice cream." she beamed.
"Sure. Let's go!" I replied with equal happiness.
We both made our way towards the door and said our salams and made our way out of the house.
I had a smile on my face. A genuine one.
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I'M EXTREMELY SORRY FOR A LATE UPDATE AND THAT TOO A SMALL ONE!
DON'T HATE ME, PLEASE?
Anyway, next update is going to be Rayyan's POV! :D
Happy reading! :*
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