Do Dil Bandhe Ek Dori Sey (ON HOLD)

chapter 13

 Assalamu Alaikum Everyone!

Late? Yes!

Very late?... YES!

Sorry! Had so much work to do didn't find the time to update. Actually had a cousin's wedding, so you know how desi wedding are. Mayoon, mehandi, dholki, engagement ceremony, Nikah, repception and the rest of the things that happen in a wedding. Dus hazar toh functions hote hain ek shaddi main. And then when it's the only child's wedding to dhoom dhaam se hoti hai na. toh kyun na ho hare k cheez ka alag alag functionThat was A LOT of work though! So as you see didn't have the time and the privacy I need to write. Now that it's FINALLY over, In Sha Allah I will update sooner now.

Dang I didn't realize I was talking for so long! Sorry! ENJOY NOW!

Nida's POV (for the first time in forever right)

Amna's face was priceless when we told her Shehry carried her in her room. Stomping her feet, she went in her room while Noor and I were laughing are butts off.

After breakfast, I went in my room and decided to clean when my phone started to ring. I furrowed looking at the caller id as I didn't recognize the number. Shrugging, I answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Umm... Hey. Hello!" A manly voice responded.

"Yes?" I asked and heard nothing but silence. "Hello?" I asked again.

"Yeah, sorry. Aj central park main miley?" the same voice asked and I furrowed. Desi hai. Central park? Do I even know this jerk?

"Excuse me?"

"No squeeze me!" What the hell? Who is the cheapster?

"Yeh kya badtameezi hai? Tum desi lardko kya koi aur kam nahi hai jo har wakt lardkio ko tang karte rehte ho? Phone band karo! badtameez insaan!" I yelled over the phone and hung up before that insaan could say anything.

Don't boys have anything else do than tease girls! I threw my phone on the bed and started hanging my clothes from yesterday in the closet. A few minutes later, my phone started ringing again. Looking at the caller id, I sighed in relief. It wasn't the badtameez insaan. It was ammi.

I almost talked to her an hour before remembering I had a room to clean. After bidding bye to her I hung up and continued cleaning. A few minutes later my phone rang again. Without looking at the caller id I answered the call.

"Hello!" I greeted cheerfully only to hear what I had not wanted to hear.

"Arye itni jaldi phone utha lia apne mohterma!" the same voice spoke sarcastically. I rolled my eyes and hung up without saying anything.

Seconds later my phone rang again. Uff kya problem hai?Dimag kharab kar ke rakha hai!

"Kya problem hai? kyun tang kar rahe ho bar bar?" I screamed angrily

"Aur tum Bar bar phone band karna band karo!" He screamed back in the same tone. I didn't bother to say anything until he sighed. As if he was calming himself.

"Chalo Ab larna band karo aur mujhse aj Central Park main saath baje milo!" he ordered as if I'm his slave or something. And why the hell would I meet a freaking stranger?

"Main tumse 'central park main saath baje' kyun milungi?" I questioned emphasizing his words.

"Kyun ke main ne tumse kaha hai iss liye!" he said. "And besides Amna nahi arahi na iss liye."

Amna? 'Amna nahi arahi'? What does he mean by that? And how the hell does he knows amna?

"How the hell do you know Amna? Wait are you stalking me? How the hell do you know us? Let me now or I swear I will call the cops on you." I threatened him but he just laughed. Oh so he doesn't think I'm serious.