𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐈 [Completed]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑-7

The rising sun cast a rosy hue across the morning sky. Golden fingers of sunlight lit up the scene.

As she put a white scarf around her neck and looked at herself one last time in the mirror, she picked up her bag and headed out of the room.

While passing through a corridor, she saw Jahan standing there. What caught her attention, making her scream, was a stain of blood on his yellow shirt.

"Haan!" she screamed.

Hearing her scream, he turned around and cut the call immediately. He rushed towards her.

"Blood...you..." she panicked.

"Relax, Lizey. It's fine. Nothing to worry about," he tried to calm her, but she was still panicking.

"No, it's bleeding," she said.

She took his big hand in her little ones and took him to his room. He was a well-built man, while she was a little fragile girl, and no one dared to take him like that, but he loosened his body and allowed her.

"Sit here," she gestured towards the sofa. He obeyed.

"Where is the first aid box?" she asked, looking around. He pointed towards the bed drawer.

As she placed the box on the table, she realized that she would have to remove his shirt. Sensing it, he suppressed his smile. He was enjoying it.

"What happened, Lizey?" he asked, trying to act innocently when he saw her lost in thought.

"Nothing...you...your shirt," she nervously said. He removed his shirt. Her eyes went wide. Now he was sitting in front of her in his pants, with his well-built toned body. She gulped. She came out of dreamland when he shook her.
She took cotton and soaked it in piodine. Slowly, she cleaned the wound on his back.

"Is it paining?" she asked while cleaning.

"No. I can't even feel it," he replied, shrugging his shoulders.

After cleaning the wound, she applied cream and bandaged it. It was like a bullet.

"How did it happen?" she asked him, putting the box back.

"During the mission," he replied, wearing his shirt back.

"You consulted the doctor?" she asked, standing in front of him. The hesitance was somehow gone now. They both were introverts, especially Jahan. Since childhood, he spent his time alone or only with Dawood.

He shook his head no. Her eyes widened. For God's sake, he was injured by a bullet.

"It's fine, nothing to worry about. I'm used to it. It's our job," he said.

"You don't have to go to university!" he asked, changing the topic.

"I'm going now," she said and realized she was getting late. He nodded.

She was about to leave when he came closer to her ear and whispered, "Tonight, Dadi will ask you something. Say yes."

"Go, you're getting late," he said when she was again lost in a shocked and confusing state.

Nodding her head, she left the room. Her heartbeat was fast, and many questions were running through her mind. What would Dadi ask?

"Finish breakfast, Lizey," her phupho said, having a few sips of tea and eating a biscuit. She stood up and replied, "I'm getting late, phupho." After greeting the elders, she left.

As she came outside, Jahan was talking to a man. "Come," he said when he saw her. He opened the front door of the car for her. He came to his side and started driving. Two cars full of guards followed his car.

The journey to the university was quiet, but she felt his intense gaze. Reaching outside the department, she was going to open the door when he held her hand, hitching her breath. He pulled her towards him, leaned closer, and whispered, "Take care, angel." Pecking her cheek, he tucked strands of her hair behind her ear.

Opening the door, she hurriedly left. The whole day, she was in his thoughts, his effect, their closeness, and Ah! The peck on the cheek. Thinking, she blushed. But what would Dadi say? It made her a little nervous.

Her day had been a blur of routine. After dinner, her grandparents summoned her to their room, but she hadn't seen Jahan since the morning. She entered the room and composed herself. Today, Zain and Arham were not present, or else they would have given her some strength.

When she entered the room, her grandmother patted her lap and started creasing her hair as she laid her head on her lap. "Where is Dadu?" she asked, not seeing him. Before her grandmother could reply, he entered the room. "I am here," he said, blowing Dua on her and kissing her forehead before sitting on the bed. They talked about random topics for a few minutes, and then her grandfather began the conversation. "Bache, we wanted to talk about something important."

"Everything is fine," she asked while sitting.

"If your parents were alive, they would think and make a decision," Hameeda Begum said.

"Jahan wants to marry you," he said, making her eyes widen. He and Jahan... marriage!

"Your happiness matters to us the most. But if you marry Jahan, you will always stay with us, and we won't have to worry," her grandfather said, patting her head.

"I will tell you tomorrow," she nodded and said.

Saying good night, she left their room. Instead of going to her room, she went to the terrace.

Gazing at the stars, Alizey remembered her parents. Although she felt different around Jahan, marriage was a big responsibility. She was studying, they didn't know each other, and they hadn't talked properly until then. Thinking this, she left her room and went to Dreamland.

A few tears dropped as she raised her hands for Dua. After offering Fajr prayers, she came to the balcony to sketch the early morning view. After an hour, she took a shower with warm water. Coming out in a bathrobe, she took out today's clothes and chose to wear black. A black kurta with pant trousers.

Drying her hair, she applied moisturizer, sunscreen, mascara, and lip tint, which she used daily. Tying her hair in a ponytail, she wore a watch and shoes. She checked herself one last time before leaving the room.

Knocking on the door of her grandparent's room, she entered. They both were sitting on the bed, having tea. "Come, bache. You got ready early today!" Hameeda Begum said.

"I have an early class, so..." she replied.

"What happened, Lizey?" her grandfather asked, seeing her nervous.

"Actually, I... I am ready for marriage," she said nervously.

"Ah! Mashallah!" they both exclaimed in happiness and blessed her with Duas. He felt peace when he got this news.

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