My Cure

~Chapter 13

Author's POV:
While sipping their tea, Hamza spoke: "Is everything alright? Why did you call me here?"  Nouman smiled and replied: "We like a girl for Armaan. It's his choice so, we agreed to his choice". Hamza smiled and said: "This is good news. *Hamza knitted his eyebrows* But why are you telling me?" All this while, Dawar was listening to the conversation carefully. 

When Hamza interrupted, Nouman was about to reply, and realization dawned upon him: "Does Armaan like Zoya? Nouman, Zoya is younger than Armaan and she needs to study further. I can't think about her marriage now". Nouman looked at Hamza with a done expression: "Meri baat toh sun lo pehly! College main bhi aisy thy tum."
(First, listen to me! You were like this even in the College too.)

Hamza replied: "Ok, I'm listening". Nouman replied: "Armaan ko tumhari bhanji, Zaisha pasand hai. Armaan ko Zaisha sy shaadi karni hai".
(Armaan likes your niece, Zaisha. He wants to get married to Zaisha).

Hamza replied: "It's the best choice from my point of view but why are you telling me all this?" Zeenat replied: "We would like you to talk to Furqan Bhai about the proposal and prepare him too". Dawar was surprised. Hamza smiled and said: "You want me to talk to him and you want the answer in Yes, am I right?" Nouman and Zeenat nodded. 

Hamza said: "It will be done! I thought of marrying Zaisha to Sadiq but dropped the idea". Dawar's eyes widened. Nouman and Zeenat looked at each other. Zeenat asked: "Why bhai?" Hamza replied: "She is not interested". Nouman and Zeenat nodded. Dawar asked: "Aunty, where is Armaan?" Zeenat replied: "In his favorite place. He is in his art room. Nazma will take you there". 

Zeenat called Nazma and asked her to take Dawar to Armaan's art room. Dawar followed Nazma. Soon they reached the art room. Nazma knocked on the door. Armaan spoke from inside without opening the door: "Kon hai?"
(Who's it?)

Nazma replied: "Main Nazma".
(I'm Nazma).
Armaan spoke again: "Kya chahiye?"
(What do you want?)

Nazma replied: "Apsy milny koi aaya hai".
(Someone is here to meet you).
Armaan asked: "Who is it?" Dawar replied: "I, Dawar, here to meet you".

Armaan's POV:
I was in my art room busy painting a portrait. My eyes were darkened as usual and the beast inside me came out of his leash. I was engrossed in painting when I heard someone knock on my door. This irritates me. I don't like someone disturbing me when painting or I'm in my art room. I spoke with frustration: "Who is it?" I got an answer from outside that it was Nazma. 

When I'm in my art room, I don't bother unlocking the door and come outside to meet anyone. This is my time to spend with my love. I don't care who's out waiting for me. Once I enter the art room, my time is all hers. With frustration, I asked her what she wanted. To which she replied someone is here to meet me. I asked her who is it. And Dawar Bhai replied. To which I immediately came out of the room.

I'm confused as to why he is here to meet me. But he is going to clear my confusion, though. I came out of the room with color stains on my hands. I saw Dawar Bhai and greeted him: "Aslam o alikum Dawar Bhai!" Dawar Bhai replied: "Walaikumsalam, Armaan. I need to talk to you". I nodded and said: "Nazma Baji you can go. I will take care from here". Nazma Baji left. I said: "Let's go to my bedroom". We both started walking towards my bedroom. Upon entering the bedroom, I asked Dawar Bhai to have a seat and he sat on the couch. I sat as well and asked: "Yes Bhai?" Dawar Bhai spoke: "I heard you like my sister, Zaisha?" I spoke with sincerity in my voice and eyes: "Yes, I do like her". Dawar Bhai took a deep breath and said: "See, if you're playing with my sister then I suggest you stop playing with her. Otherwise, you will face my wrath. Zaisha is a fragile flower and I can't let her wither. Zaisha is like my younger sister. I won't let her get married to you".