"You've pushed me away from the start, and I let you. Kept your distance from me and I let you. Now when you've finally come to terms with your feelings, you're letting me go without a fight?!"
Muaaz, a talented yet struggling architect based in Lo...
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I rap my knuckles on the door of my parents' room on finding it shut. There was no question about Mumma being downstairs with breakfast prep with Sadia which leaves only one person in there.
"Abbu?" I call out when I don't hear any response, turn the knob and push the door open. There he was, sitting on the bed with his back against the headboard and his iPad in his lap.
Upon seeing me there, he greets me with a small smile. "Come in, bacha."
Taking baby steps, I reach the bed and plop down in front of him. "Today is a big day, Abbu." I start.
"I know, shehzadi." Abbu says putting away his things and folding his legs as he inched closer to me. Placing his big palm on my head, he continued. "It's a very big day for you. I hope and pray you are successful and content in everything that you do. Allah mere bache ko humesha khush rakhe, abaad rakhe, har mushkil, har pareshani se milon door rakhe. Aapki kamyaabi, hasi, khushi, ko logon ki nazar se bachaye. Itna bus? Ya aur dua Doon?" He joked in the end.
"Abhi ke liyea kaafi hai. Baaki meri shaadi ke liyea uthake rakhiyea. Kaam aate."
Abbu chuckled and I beam at the man I've considered my hero the second I laid my eyes on him. The man who puts family above all in every situation. The same man who was now bound to his room because of the other man there was in the house now as we speak.
"Chalo, go. You don't wanna get late." He pats my cheek.
Nodding, I move forward to embrace him and exit the room.
"Hold on," I curse silently, pulling my lower lip between my teeth. "About turn," Abbu instructs and I knew that he knew.
I gulp, staring at the Polo Ralph Lauren shirt I had in fact stolen from his collection. And I had a reasonable sense in doing so.
"Isn't that my shirt?" He cocks a brow.
I let out a nervous laugh. "Aap ich bole the today is a big day for me. I wanted to dress according to the occasion. Good luck aur good looks k liyea aapke best shirts me se ek pehenli...toh...koi badi baat nahi hai. Waise bhi you love me more than these shirts. Lekin agar aapko pasand nahi hai to main change--"
"Shut up, apni drama queen Mumma ki dramatic beti. Shut the door as you go." He said, shaking his head with a smile.
Shutting the door behind me. I yelled a 'Salam' when I reach the bottom of the stairs to whoever was present in the area.
But no one responded because they were too busy feeding that Angrezi.
"Assalamalaikum," He shoots me an innocent smile, clearly the first to notice me although he was surrounded by my family.
"Walaikumsalam." I grumble, plopping on the chair across from him on the table. The crowd was soon to disperse and suddenly Angrez and I were left to ourselves. "Sadia!"
