Aşkım-Jannat Kay Pattay FanFiction

2. Settling scores

The same night at 7:30 p.m.

She was sitting on her bed with her laptop placed on her knees and a glass of fresh blueberry slush in her hand. Her room was dimly lit.

Dressed in a black long shirt and black plazo, her moon-like milky face shone bright in laptop's light while she pressed the keys on it typing something.

Her big onyx-mughal eyes filled with kohl had their complete focus on the screen. Her beautiful long curtain like pitch-black hair just the colour of dark night were perfectly placed on her right shoulder. They reached her lower waist and time and again she would run her fingers through their tips or tuck her hair strands behind her ear.

Just then, her attention diverted to her phone that beeped indicating that a new message popped up.

She picked up her phone to look at it while she took a small sip from her slush, her long curled up lashes touched her brows as she looked at her phone's screen.

A smile made it's way to her lips. It was her professor-Zumar.

She'd been Zumar's student in university for a year and shared a beautiful bond with her. Moreover, their fathers, Mr. Suleman and Mr. Yousuf were childhood friends so, their bond was friendlier and deep.

Whenever she needed guidance she would go to her teachers and Zumar was one of them. Her go-to person. She would still not share her problems with anyone but ask questions related to what troubled her and they would answer without intruding her privacy. She had an utmost respect for her teachers and unsettling love for her friends. And Zumar- she was both. Her friend, Her guide. Her teacher.

She turned off her laptop with the intention of completing the leftover work later and opened her message.

Zumar: I'll be at your place in the next twenty minutes. Don't be late. Get ready!

To which she typed back.

Haya: You can take longer, I won't mind (with a wink).

Smiling, she got out of her bed quickly, very well aware that if Zumar said she'll be here in twenty minutes. She meant it.

' If you don't want to be scolded then get ready Haya Suleman! '

As she stood up and switched on the lights of her room decorated in black and white contrast her tall figure illuminated in it's bright lights. She was really beautiful.

Tall, fair and dazzling.
Just like a mughal princess.

She quickly gulped down the remaining few sips of her slush, wore her slippers and rushed towards her bathroom but then stopped in her tracks as her gaze dropped on a green stem, the stem of a rose peeking out of her dressing table's drawer. She opened the drawer to find a rubik's cube with a white rose placed in it.

' When did he keep it? '

She shook her head in disbelief.
Jihan !

Jihan and...his obsession with giving his wife white roses along with making her solve puzzles.

For the rest of the world, white roses might be a symbol of enmity but Jihan says,

' Its not about the colour but the feeling with which a person gives flowers. Moreover, it's just an old saying that they symbolize enmity but in real when a person gives white roses to his/her partner it shows-
Loyalty, respect, commitment and long-lasting partnership '

' A white rose also symbolizes Eternal Love ' Haya had added to his information. He already knew and had the urge to say it but did not. Life had moulded his nature where he believed words are manipulative. And Jihan.. he did not want to manipulate Haya into loving him. He wanted her to love him for who he is. And she did. She loved him for who he was, not for his words or love bombings.