𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐈 [Completed]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑-3

Alizey cuddled deeper into the warm blanket as the sunlight peeked into the room. But her sleep was interrupted by a knock on the door. She frowned, as her mother had always woken her up without knocking. She removed the blanket and blinked a few times, realizing she wasn't in her room or country. Tears welled up in her eyes. She got up, put on her slippers, and answered the door to find her Tayi Ami.

"I'm sorry to disturb your sleep, but everyone is worried about you," her Tayi Ami said. Alizey checked the wall clock and saw it was noon.

"It's okay," she replied, her voice low. She smiled at her Tayi Ami, who was like a mother to her.

Her Tayi Ami came into the room, and Alizey's eyes watered as she remembered her mother.

"Would you like to have breakfast in your room or at the dining table?" her Tayi Ami asked, stroking Alizey's hair.

"I'll be there in a few minutes," Alizey replied.

"Okay, good. Your clothes are hanging in your wardrobe. We'll buy more in a few days," her Tayi Ami informed her. Alizey nodded.

Alizey sat on the bed and looked around the room. The walls were painted white, while the interiors were light pink and peach, giving the room a feel of Dubai. Everything was neatly placed.

She stood up and walked towards the walk-in closet. The dresses she bought from Dubai were hanging nicely. She picked one of them and went to freshen up.

After coming out of the bathroom, she wore a lemon-colored printed shirt with white trousers. She dried her hair and tied them in a ponytail. She put the dupatta on her shoulder and went downstairs.

As she came downstairs, she saw the door to the dining area was open. She entered and said, "Assalamaikum."

Everyone warmly replied, "Walaikumaslam."

Her grandfather gestured for her to sit in the chair beside him.
"Are you feeling better?" her Taya, Jahan's father, asked her. She nodded in agreement.

The ladies of the house filled her plate with healthy dinner. Alizey looked around and started eating, but she was more interested in playing.

"What happened, beta?" her grandmother asked.

"Where is Haan?" she said in a low voice. Her grandmother was sitting closer, so she listened.

She saw him only when they reached. She felt relaxed in his presence and more comfortable as he was frequently in touch with her father.

"Haan!" her grandmother didn't understand.

"Who's Haan, Lizey?" her grandfather asked curiously, as nobody had that name.

"The one with whom I came!" she said, making all of them startled because nobody gives nicknames to Jahan and nobody is much frank to him.

"Jahan Bhai!" this time, Zain asked shockingly, to confirm.

"You call him Haan, Lizey!" Jahan's mother asked, also shocked.

"Yes," she said, seeing them all confused, wondering why they were shocked!

"He knows that?" Zain asked, raising his eyebrows. She nodded her head in agreement.

"Have your breakfast, beta. He's at work," Jahan's father ordered everyone, seeing Alizey getting uncomfortable.

The evening sky was painted with a warm orange hue, as the sun set behind the horizon. Sipping the coffee that her Tayi had sent, Alizey leaned back in the wooden chair in the garden. Though she missed her parents, being with her family made her feel a little better. She listened intently as her father shared stories from his childhood.

Suddenly, a voice broke her reverie, "Tears don't suit you." Alizey turned around to see Jahan standing behind her. He looked dashing in his white shirt and jeans, his muscles accentuated by his attire.

"I am missing them," she replied, wiping a tear from her eye and placing the mug on the table.

Jahan sat down in front of her and asked, "What's your plan for the future?"

"I want to get a degree in Fine Arts," she replied.

"I'll bring you the forms of universities, and my aunt's daughters are studying in COMSATS. They'll come and guide you better. Okay?" he said, as if he had already planned everything for her. She nodded happily, feeling grateful for his help.

"If you need anything, do tell me," he said, giving her a gentle pat on the head as he got up from his chair.

"Is that Jahan Bhai?" Arham whispered to Zain, peeping at Jahan from behind the door.

As they walked outside, they saw Jahan talking to Alizey, which left them both shocked.

"He looks like Jahan Bhai, but it can't be him," Zain said.

"Exactly. Jahan Bhai never talks that much, and even if he does, he's not polite about it," Arham added, convincing himself that it couldn't be Jahan.

Suddenly, Jahan's stern voice interrupted their conversation, "What's going on?"

The boys were so startled that they didn't even realize when Jahan left. They both trembled in fear and stuttered, "Nothing, Bhai."

Zain and Arham ran away as fast as they could, trying to escape from Jahan's wrath. Jahan shook his head in disbelief as he watched them go.

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