"وصل"

💫Chapter#9💫

جانے کیسے باندھے تو نے اکھیوں کے ڈور
من میرا کھنچا چلا آیا تیری اور
میرے چہرے کی صبح زلفوں کی شام
میرا سب کچھ ہے پیا اب سے تیرے نام
نظروں نے تیری چھوا
تو ہے یہ جادو ہوا

Parishay's P.O.V:

It was almost 8 pm and it has been approximately 4 hours after he left. I still haven't gotten any messages from him and my heart has been absolutely restless.

I was so focused on thinking why he didn't inform me of his arrival that I hadn't even noticed that my pan was burning hot.

"Parishay! Dhyaan kahan hai tumhara? Pan main say smoke nikal rhi hai." My mother scolded me and I finally settled my gaze upon the pan.

(Where are you focused? Smoke is coming out of the pan).

"Wo Ammi....sorry. Main kuch soch rhi thi." My mother looked at me and as if something occurred to her, her gaze softened.

(I'm sorry Ammi. I was thinking about something).

"Go and set the table. I can do this." I nodded my head and started gathering everything I would need for dinner.

Placing everything on their desired spot, I went to call everyone for dinner.

After dinner, I made myself a cup of coffee and went straight to my room.

Turning my phone on, I immidiately went to wattsapp. A smile graced my lips when I saw a message from "Hitler" .

"I had arrived safely but I couldn't message you before because of a meeting. Call me when you see this message."

I bit my lips, contemplating whether to call him or not. Deciding against it, I just put my phone aside and drank my coffee.

The warm, sweet flavour immidiately calming my nerves. A soft smile appeared on my face thinking about this morning.

He was still the same. Nothing changed. I was fretting over absolutely nothing. My eyes immidiately went towards the phone when I heard it ping.

In record speed I held it and looked at the notification. Thinking it was him, my heart started beating faster and I immidiately opened my wattsapp.

A frustrated groan left my mouth when I saw it was not him. It was a spam message. In anger, I blocked that number and screamed in my pillow.

"Why can't I just call him!??!" I whined and stared at my phone. My fingers exited the app and clicked on my phone's gallery.

The folder was hidden behind every other album and I clicked on it.

Photos of our nikkah appeared on the screen simultaneously. I clicked on that one particular picture that I cherished the most.

It was a picture of him looking at me like he would destroy the world for me while I wasn't even looking at him.

I sighed, gently caressing his face in that picture. A small smile gradually taking position on my face. He was a dream yet I had him with me all this time. He never got tired of everything I did, never complained. He truly was a dream.

An amused chuckle left my mouth and I changed my position to completely lay in the bed.

Holding the phone with both of my hands, I frowned trying to figure out if he looked better at our nikkah or at the walima.

All of a sudden my phone rang, I gasped. The phone slipped from my hands and hit my nose hard. I groaned in pain and caressed the sore area to lessen the pain.