Always & Forever (Editing) DHOOMBROS

Chapter 3

Hey guys, so the beginning of the story is moving really fast, because this is all sort of the past. You guys might have read the introduction...if not, go read now I'm waiting! Go go go! Haha par liya?? So now know that the main story sort of starts with them getting married. That's the reason why everything before their marriage is not really very important, and I decided to move fast. Oh, and don't worry, more stuff from their past will be revealed as the story progresses...which is why I don't think its sensible for me to write chapters on their past. Otherwise, it will just kill the main plot of the story. Hope that made sense haha! J

Also, as you guys might have understood from the last chapter, Hussain saving Aneela's life makes her fall for her...and they get married! J

How they get married, and under what circumstances...that will be revealed in the future chaps J

A year later:

"Hussain!!", I yelled walking behind him as fast as I could. "Hussain....Hussain....HUSSAIN!!"

"What?", he turned around. Everyone around us stopped for a second and stared at us, before moving about in their lives.

"Road par scene na bano. Ghar chalo wapis.", I said, softly, making sure no one heard us this time. "Sab dost waha intezaar kar rahe hain, Hussain."

He rolled his eyes.

"What do you want? Mera har birthday barbaad karna chahte ho? Kya mera har birthday barbaad karke hi dum logey?", I said pointing the knife at his face. No, not to kill him, it was the knife that I was going to cut the cake with. Hussain had barged out of the house, and in order to stop him, I followed not realizing that I was still holding the knife in my hand.

"Haan!", he said, snatching the knife from my hand, "Yahi mera plan hai! Barbaadi karna hai, toh dhoom dhaam se karte hai na..sabke samne karte hai...yahi mera plan hai..", he added turning around, and walking again.

"Sarcastic hone ki koi zaroorat nahi hai Hussain. Kyu bulate ho use har baar?", I followed him. "Achi tarah se jaante ho ki mai use bardasht nahi kar sakti."

"Toh kya karta?", he stopped. "Sabko bulata, us akeli ko hi nahi bulata? Courtesy naam ki bhi koi cheez hoti hai Anee!", he said turning around, and screaming in face. "Kamaal karti ho yaar..", he turned around and started walking again.

"Oh please!", I said grabbing his hand, and turning him around. "Humari one month anniversary ke din, 500 log ke saamne, itna bara scene create kiya tha. Tab kaha gayi thi tumhari yeh courtesy?"

"Maine uske baat ke liye sorry bola hai Anee.", he rubbed his forehead. "I was stressed that day...main usually aisa behave karta hu kya?"

"Tumhare paas na toh point hai na bahan. Tumhe pata hai Mom ko itne saarey guests ke saamne sharminda hona para tha..", I said.

"Mom", he laughed sarcastically. "Is sab ke beech mein, tumhari mom kaha se aa gayi?"

He walked closer to me, "Aur jab bhi tumhari mom ki baat aati hai, tumhare aankon par patti par jaati hai.", he said pointing the knife at me this time. "Hamesha apni mom ki side leti ho. Meri toh kabhi nahi leti." The knife was an inch away from my face, and I moved back as a reflex action.

"Hey!", said a man, running towards us. "What's happening here?"

I turned around to look at him. He was a cop.

He grabbed the knife from Hussain's hand.

"What's going on? Threatening a girl on the street...with a knife?", he said, in his strict cop tone, while two other cops approached, and caught Hussain's ahnds behind his back.