Ijazat

Ex Girlfriend

Shit!! How i forgot about ammi…oh nooo” i yelped “-what’s wrong here?” Ruhan worriedly looked at me “what's wrong?? It's almost 1 am in the night and you're asking what's wrong? What am I gonna say to ammi?” I started panicking and so did Ayesha.

His POV:

She starts to panic for no reason “Hey hey it's fine i’ll tell her that I am here for the phone and it's actually a fact right?” i calmly held her hand and she instantly got frozen on her spot “Guys do this drama somewhere else we need to open the door” Ziyan started walking towards the door with ayesha “Oh y-yeah” we both also went there.

Finally he opened the door and there she was standing with 2 3 small bags in her hand looking at us shockingly “Hello Aunty” we both awkwardly smiled at her when she entered inside “What are you both doing here then do this time?” Aunty questioned ”Act-” Ayesha came in between us “Actually ruhan was missing sam and he was shy so he bought this guy also” Three of us gasped at the same time “hain? Oh oh” Aunty smiled at us while walking towards the couch.

“I see” she mumbled Samaira was just standing there with blank expressions on her face while i was a blushing mess for no reason “But beta this is not the correct time to meet your fiance na?” Aunty politely said “Y-yes aunty a-am sorry will go now” i stuttered and grabbed ziyan’s hand and was about to walk away till then her mom stopped us.

“Wait, did you guys eat something? Its so late i was also out for some work with our neighbour aunty i am sure these two nalayak didnt even asked you for tea” she narrowed her eyes on Ayesha and samaira “Yes khala specially this ayesha she was literally kicking us out without even asking us for water” Ziyan said with some mocking expressions on his face.

In all this chaos i noticed one thing and that is how quiet samaira was and that was bothering me for some reason but everything happened so quickly so maybe it's because of that “Aunty i think we should leave now its very late and everyone is tired” i said not even blinking for a second while looking at her “Sure abhi to milna julna hota rahega as only a month is left for the wedding” she teased while elbowing Samaira and she just fake smiled at her mom which somehow broke my heart.

We both left after bidding goodbyes to them “Woooh it was so…..embarrassing” Ziyan sigh “I know…well i’ll also leave now mom is alone at home chal thanks bro see you” with saying that he went inside and i walked away from there.

One week went just like this…everyone being busy in preparations. About my mom..we are talking normally with each other now but i guess there is some part which is still empty. Today is 16 January, which means only 2-3 weeks left for the big day. After that day Samaira didn’t try to reach out and same goes with me because i believe we both need some time to think to understand each other.

I was in my office thinking about her and just then someone knocked on my door “Come in” I ordered and my secretary Ruyela came inside “Sir someone is here to meet you” She approached “Do i have any appointments?” i asked while pretending to work on my switched off laptop and she slowly shook her head as No “Then who is there?” I again asked “It's me! Your sali Mr Ruhan” Ayesha barged in “Ma’am please wait outside i-""Ayesha what a surprise..what are you doing here?” I cut her off and gestured to her to leave the room.

“Well, I am here to give you some tips and to guide you further,” She announced while making herself comfortable on the chair which was seated right in front of my table. “Like? What tips?” i confusingly asked “Uff…i swear” she huffed “Bro you are getting married in just 2 weeks and look at you working still and not doing anything” she sighs “Doing what? Preparations are going on and I even stitched the fitting of my outfit. What else is there?” I frowned. “Aish…i swear…tell me one thing” she asked “Yeah?” I replied.

“Shadi kis se ho rahi hai aapki?” she again asked “What is that? Is this question even making sense? Obviously with your sister” i tried to act cool “Exactly!! You are marrying a girl Ruhan Khan…behave like a groom here dulhe ki tarah behave karo” She laughed.

“What do you mean? Abhi se jakar hall me baith jau?” I mocked “Bro…trust me it was lame comeback ...any ways that's not the point here but you are marrying my sister and you guys don’t even talk with each other like a normal soon to be married coupl should do like comeon i know what has happened but now? Everything is sorted na! Then why so dry dry? Bro tum dono se zada efforts toh arranged marriage couples lagate hai to at least make the marriage look good” She bombarded.

“Woah calm down bro” I surrendered myself “Tell me did you even tried talking? No right…then when you gonna do this? From today her rituals have started and she is not allowed to leave her house till the marriage” She sigh “Huh? Why? Someone locked her up?” I worriedly asked “Astagfirullah ye aaj kal ke ladke!! It's a rasam and we believe that the bride should not leave the house till marriage so she could glow more on her big day” she explained.

“Okay…what do you want me to do now?”I again asked and the look she just gave me was so dangerous “Seriously Ruhan? Nro go and talk to her or at least call her ask her how is she tell her how are you ughh” she dramatically got up and just then someone again knocked on the door “Now who is-” “Bhaiiieeeeyeeee kya kar rahi hai yaha?” Ziyan came inside but got confused finding Ayesha here.

“Ugh not him again” she also huffed “Miss Ayesha Ali why do you have to be there wherever i go? Stop stalking me dude” He narrowed his eyes on her “OH Hello! Mr Ziyan Delusional Raza am not here for you ok and- ""Guys please not again” I stopped them from arguing again.

“Anyways am leaving and you better do what i said” she pointed her find her on me “Yes yes” i assured her and with a satisfying look she turned around to walk away. “And one more thing…i didn;t get the opportunity to say i ... .Am sorry ruhan for misunderstanding you as an arrogant piece of shet” did she just calmly insult me? “And you…we already talked about this but sorry…bye” with that she left.

“I love her” I heard him mumbling that to himself “Yeah we all know that” i replied “Huh?what?” he got shocked “Comeon…i know you purposely tease her just to get her all attention on you it's clearly visible bro you are whipped” i laughed a little while looking at his blushing face. “Anyways, what brings you here?” I asked “Oh yeah..as you know that wedding is in just 2 weeks…” he paused “Go on…” i can sense something fishy in his expressions “Why not doing a last bachelor party?” he completed and i choked on literally nothing.

“Bachelor what?” i said in between my coughs “Party” he confidently replied “Hell naw… mom will smack the shit out of us if she get to know we are doing the bachelor party” i continuously shook my head from left to right “What is the issue in that….oh wait…are you thinking about THAT kind of partied where we do clubbing and strip-” “SSShhhh” i shushed him.

“Tauba Tauba bhai….i didn’t mean that kind” he gasped “Oh” now it's me who got embarrassed “But if you want we can arrange a separate par-” “No thanks” i rejected his offer “Bro comeon these are your last days” he whined “What you mean by last day? I will be alive after that” i said while taking out my phone from the coat “Exactly you’ll be dead after some days… a new shareef version of you will be born” he dramatically snatched my phone from my hand “Look at me while i'm talking bro” he sigh “Stop behaving like my girlfriend here” i tried getting my phone back.

“Wait, you had a girlfriend back then? Except our coming soon bhabhi?” his expressions changed instantly “i-” “Who had girlfriends before?”  Samaira’s voice can be heard from my phone. We both looked at each other and then on the phone “Shit we mistakenly dialled her number!!” Ziyan yelled and threw the phone at me like it's some disgusting thing. 

“Hello...hello” she approached and then I switched the call to normal from the speaker “H-hello..” I replied “Who had girlfriends before?” her tone was scary. “I…

-To be Continued…