SHAB-E-AARZOO(Completed)

Chapter 8

Nooray's pov:

That night, I spent a lot of time looking at him and thinking about things after he fell asleep. Tears were filling my eyes again and again, there were a lot of things happening and I couldn't sought them out. He was becoming more and more difficult for me to understand. He was never rude, but he wanted me following him around. He wanted me to do chores, but he was always helping me. He was taking care of me, talking to me about his life, his family, but never indicating that he wanted to make me a part of it permanently. I couldn't understand what he wanted from me.

I wasn't able to understand myself anymore too, doing his chores, spending time with him, waiting for him to return had stopped feeling bad a long time ago, in fact if I was honest, I looked forward to our time together. Tonight, when Alizey was rude towards him, I felt bad, I felt worse realizing I had been just the same to him.

Tears slipped from my eyes, "Why are we so judgmental? Why color or the outer beauty holds so much importance in our perception of people? Why can't we focus on inner beauty?"

A bitter smile touched my lips as tears kept falling "Only shallow ones like us focused on outer beauty more than inner" I was regretting the moments I had hurt him in. I was hating myself in those moments, when I got shocked feeling Aariz's arm on my waist. He had turned towards me and wrapped an arm around me in his sleep.

My heart was beating in a fast speed, but the thought of him still sleeping calmed me down. I closed my eyes, feeling the comfort in his embrace. I planned to move back, put some space between us, but I fell asleep before I could gather the strength to do it.

That night, I slept with warmth surrounding me, as if nothing could touch me or harm me.

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Next evening, Aariz was placing the plates on table, when I remembered Shireen's words from yesterday.

"Why are you always helping me?" I asked making him pause for a second and then turn toward me.

"Why shouldn't I?" he asked moving closer.

"You come home tired from work. I can do it alone" I replied quietly.

"I haven't been tired enough to just sit and let you work. Once I come home, its our time and I would like to spend as much of it with you as possible, whether it be while us working together or just sitting. Its me, who wants us to have our own space, not letting Shireen do her works, So its only fair. And its Sunnah of our Prophet(SAW). I don't see any reason not to help you" he replied and I was frozen there for a few moments.

Aariz's pov:

At night, I was careful to keep a lot of distance between us before laying down. The sight from morning still had my heart racing. I had woke up with her hidden in my arms, sleeping peacefully. Her blue eyes were hidden behind her lids , her cheeks slightly flushed in her sleep.

Undoubtedly, I found her the most beautiful at that moment, remembering how she got angry hearing her friend being rude to me. I didn't care much about her opinion, I have worked hard and made sure that people who knew me, respected me. I had learned it a long time ago that people judged by appearances, so I gave them my work and deeds to focus on instead of just my looks.

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We went to Swat on Saturday evening, I was a bit nervous yet happy to go there. Nooray's behavior there was going to show a lot of things, how much she had learned, if she had understood the things which held importance in life.

And I was beyond happy with what I saw. She was a lot more patient and accepting towards the environment and my family, not trying to make me loose my mind at every moment like last time.

It was Sunday noon, I was sitting with Hassan in my lap playing with him. He was the only child in the family at the moment and definitely beyond adored too.

Nooray came and handed me the phone back, she had been on call with her father. While giving the phone, she still had a sour look on her face, definitely not liking not having her own phone. A smile grazed my lips, thinking if it was time to return her phone.

Hassan got my attention, when he opened his arms towards Nooray, asking her to lift her up. Hassan preferred being in the arms of people who walked around and showed him things instead of sitting, but it made me careful. I wasn't ready to hear anything rude from her.

"I haven't held a child in a long time" she told me wringing her hands, and a hopeful smile came on my lips.

I stood up quickly. "He is old enough to support his upper body, just wrap your arms around his back." It didn't take long for her to get comfortable with him. Hassan was also smiling, looking at her with awe. She was new to him and definitely a welcomed personality............
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Kia un palon ka bhi hisaab hoga? Jab zindgi khud pr tng si lgti he...
Jb wajood bhaari, zameer khamosh, anaa reza or izzat sarkon ka tamasha hoti he.... .

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