"AabIRAAAAAAA...H! wake up already or I'm going to give you shower in your bed" Amal,my only friend, was shouting in my room. "hurry up we are going for shopping. Ahmar has been calling since an hour"I was surprised by her words."what?? shopping?"I responded.
"yup and you at not going to make a scene."she said while raising her brow at me."but_I__" I mumbled when she interuppted in."I know you hate crowd but it's not right to avoid it. and now no comments get ready you have fifteen minutes. otherwise he will be here to pick you"I went to change after her frustrated lecture
we went down and settled in car where Ahmar was looking shocked "Am I dreaming or Aabirah Rehab Shaaz is going out other than umiversity" he said while tapping his face" I narrowed my eye and glared him "AaaaahH" he shouted "this pinch tells us that you are absolutely in your senses and the beauty in front of you is Aabirah" we laughed at such villainy by Amal.
____we returned to Shaaz villa in evening and then I saw my mom waiting for us impatiently. she seemed amused but I found something fishy in her smile.she was constantly looking at Ahmar." I should get going." Ahmar said. "no you should have some tea before" my mom addressed him and he stood in respect.
we had some businesses conversation on tea as he was the son of my father's best buddy and business partner. I got the attention of my parents as soon as he left. "how did you found Ahmar?" my mom asked and I was surprised like what kind of question was that. but her face was spilling spectrum rays and I was having chills. "Salar sahab brought his marriage proposal for you" my father's words made my heart heavy.
thoughts started rushing and bumping in my mind. I was puzzled."its authentic to us but you can think over and tell us later....go" as my father said so, I left for my room followed by Amal.
I entered my room and laid on my bed, closed my eyes , trying to comfort myself. Amal entered by switching lights ON. the brightness pecked my eyes but felt wild, causing my eyes to fill with water. 'was it light or thoughts that made me teary' this thought passed my mind.
"why you are again sobby after spending such a good day" Amal said by addressing me and I remained silent. "your life is not supposed to be like your parents. why you are over thinking" she again tried and tears started to shed, staining my face. she jumped upon, embracing me in a big giant hug, trying to have a reaction. and yes she passed. "what the hell Amal. I can't bear you" these words just flowed out from my mouth unconsciously. " he is good for you" she mumbled in soothing voice. I glared her. she narrowed her brow and glared me in turn. "whattt? Actually he is perfect for you. All your tantrums will diminished. 'I don't like going out. I feel suffocated in crowd. I don't like to be talkative. don't like this and that' he will solve all your such problems" she shouted by repeating all my words.A complete silence took place between us for some seconds and then I heard her sighing. she took a deep breath and started again. " I know you are scared as your parents relation was not so good but it's not same for everyone. and I'm sure Ahmar is a man of principle and__" she tried to reason. "m_y___ my father was also a man of principle but for everyone except for h_ his own wi_ wife" I intrupted her. "but not everyone is like that and you have to marry one day and someone then why don't to him and now. you have your faith in Allah and still you are scared? " she paused. "and you know what, I'm goinging to tear him apart if he made you cry. just you have to come to me and I will be the cruel judge for him" she babbled and a smile crept on my face. she smiled in turn. "for now relax and go to bed and reserve this sadness for tomorrow anD if you want then I can also make a secret meeting of yours" she murmured with a cunning smile. I narrowed my brow at her by knowing that she is trying to comfort me and said " shut up and leave I'm going to bed"
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Whom does she belong to?
HumorA mysterious life of a girl with sour happiness. a stage where she is not be able to chose her love.