AASHIQUI- First And The Last ~

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Asfand's pov
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"Ugh. Let me sleep naa Maah" she mumble, her head rubbing into my neck.

"Dua you can sleep but not with me, come down". I said patiently wait for her but she shoook her head.

"No. I want to sleep with you" she said hugging me closely.

I tried to put her on the bed of her room but she has clung herself as Koala hung in a tree. "Dua you need to come down from me" I said forgetting that she can't hear.

"Asfand took her to your room" I shook my head but she stop me, "don't forget she has her mind muddle, what if went inside the bathing tub and drown herself there. It's only a night and it's not like you both are sleeping together, so take her there and keep her under your eyes" he said prusading me and I nodded thinking for a min.

I carried her to my room and threw her the bed. If I don't throw her then she will still be clutching me and she won't like that in the morning. I tucked her under the blanket, turn on the Ac on low because she will feel warm under the covers then sat down after dragging a stool to the bedside because Dua wasn't leaving my hand.

I fell asleep by staring at her for a while, thinking what will happen if she remembers all the things which she did.

Back to India

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Aabid's pov
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I stare Raziya who entered the house and Riyaz Bhai standing not near nor far from the house. I raise my brow in suspicion what happened to her

I look at Bhai for a second then left to her room. Before I entered I put my ears up to listen if she is crying, but no.

I knock the door then enter to my sister with a foolish smile in her face. Nothing happened thank God

"What happened, why smiling like a fool?" I ask and she came out of her dream land. "Mm, nothing Riyaz Apologize for his actions last night". She explains and I felt shocked Bhai knows how to admit and amend his mistakes?

But wait

Riyaz?

"Ohh. Riyaz. Bhai ka naam bolna sikh gayi, not bad, a good progress" I tease and I'm happy for her.

"Listen one thing, as I man, I want my wife to call me by my name not that Aji or oji. And Bhai also came in that category. Don't be like a 80's ka backward people, who can't call their husband's name like you and Dua like to do" I said because I'm getting irritated by their actions.

One is my sister and other is my best friend.

Both are idiot.

"Didn't I call his name" she spat her tongue out I went to cought it and she pull in inside.

"Naa" she again spat her tongue out making faces at me and I got my chance. "Or kar ab" I said lightly tug.

"Ahh. vahi vhai shor na plz" I remove my finger from her tongue with disgusting and clean it in her dupatta on the side.

"Nhii usma nhii" she jumped to hold her duptta and tug it towards her as I also pull it then a tearing sound came.

'Tear' I look at the dupatta then my dear sister who has her eyes teared with water.