Always & Forever (Editing) DHOOMBROS

Chapter 8

**FLASHBACK CONTINUES**

This will clear out why Amna's parents are not quiet happy with her marrying Hussain. And also why Saqib cares about Amna so much.

Aneela's POV:

"But sir..", Hussain spoke but was stopped by my father.

He held his hand up infront of Hussain's face. "GET.OUT!"

Hussain shifted his eyes towards me, and I lowered my gaze in embarrassment.

"Issey pehle ki main tumhey dhakke maar ke yaha se bahir phenk du, chup chap chale jao!", Dad spoke, as enger dripped from his eyes.

Hussain left without saying a word.

After that I tried contacting Hussain several times, but found no luck. He was gone.  I didn't hear from him, I didn't know where he was, and I had no idea what he was upto.

I accepted it as my fate, and thought that we were never meant to be in the first place, and agreed to get married to the stranger from London whom I had never met.

Dad wasn't very happy with what had happened either, and didn't speak to me much in the next few days.

Mum as always, wasn't very involved in any of my wedding preparations. All she cared about were her dresses, makeup, shoes and hairstyles.

Saqib's POV:

"Aneela! Naam bhi bilkul aap hi ki tarah pyara hai.", I whispered to myself, looking at her picture in my phone, as the plane was about to land. "Kuch der aur, fir aap meri aankhon ke samne hongi!"

**Please fasten your seatbelts as the plane is about to descend down. Flight attendants prepare for landing**

I turned off my phone, and fastened my seatbelt, in preparation of my new life ahead.

The plane had landed, and the customs weren't as bad as I had heard. I collected my luggage and head out, and was received by the drivers from Jamal uncle's house.

The ride to home was about n hour long, and since I knew I wouldn't get to sleep once I reached, I decided to catch up on some sleep on the ride.

Upon reaching, Jamal uncle greeted me and then introduced me to everyone else in the house, except Aneela. I hadn't seen here. Where was she?

"Beta upar wala kamra aapka hai. Araam karlo. You must be tired.", uncle said, handing me the keys to the room.

I took the jingling keys, and smiled. "Uncle wo...Aneela..", I spoke.

"Milwa dengey....itni bhi kya jaldi hai?", he chuckled.

"Nai bas..", I scratched the back of my head, "Ek baar mil lu toh.."

"Anee ko le aao.", he ordered one of the servants, and she nodded and went up obediently, and came down with Aneela.

She was wearing a yellow churidar, and had her long locks let down, upto her waist.

In short, she looked BEAUTIFUL.

"Aneela, this is Saqib!", uncle spoke, and she raise her eyes up, slowl fluttering her long eyelashes. She looked at me and smiled. I smiled back.

Uncle and the servant slowly walked away leaving the two of us all alone.

"Hey!", is said.

"Hi..", she said slowly tucking away her hair strands behind her ear, as we sat down on the couches.

An awkward silence crept into the room, making the both of us uncomfortable.

"Soo...excited for the wedding?", I broke the silence, and face palmed myself internally.