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Ch 17: Asif's Meet Qureshi's

                  

SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT!!!!!! :(

So, one month and 4 drafts later, this chapter still doesn't reveal the whole story... Everything is so complicated and I am too busy to plan this one out :( :(

BUT!!

The title says enough. /.\
shhhh :P

WAIT !! READ THIS FIRST:

Things are a mess here I'll have to go for I don't know how long. But, I am here until march So, I am keeping this book short (Like I originally planned) because I don't want to leave you guys in the middle of the book... therefore there are not many chapters left. But I'll try to fit in a couple of bonus chapters.

Apologies in advance if the end feels a little messed up. I have less than three months to finish all my pending work :(

And about Bezubaan Ishq, I guess I might be able to fit in slow updates or it will have to wait until June.

I know I always say this but never stick to my own decision but honestly, Wattpad isn't my priority anymore like it has been in the past year or so. It's an addiction and I need to get rid of it... but at least I am not deleting my account :p

Anyway, I'll still try and give this story my best and hopefully by New year it will be completed..... And Hopefully OUAD will get to its climax too :D

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~~~HUSSAIN's POV~~~

"Just read over the email I sent you and let me know, yeah?" Faisal asked and I purposely yawned loudly, letting him know that I am least interested right now. when I checked my emails this morning, I realised I will have to leave Pakistan a couple of days after dad arrives. Even though I don't know when he is coming, I am not ready for this.... To leave this place and people. There is so much left to do like....

"Aap fir phone se chippak gaye?" Madiha's voice startled me and I jumped in my spot, dropping my phone. I cringed my nose as that little baby fell on the tiled floor.

"Kya teacher ji, dara diya!" I sighed and she shook her head. She came forward and kept a tray on my bedside table.

"Amma said no phone or laptop so have your tea and then take your medicines," She spoke as she picked up my phone and laptop from the bed and kept them on a shelf in the far corner.

Not long to go when I won't be able to see her face every morning.

"But, I am bored... How long am I going to be on house arrest?" I complained and she shook her head while picking up my wet towel from the bed. "This. It needs to be either on the washing line or in the bathroom... And the answer to your question- I don't know."

"But-"

"And if you are bored, then you can pack your bags or help abba but you are not allowed to stress your eyes so no phone," She pointed her index finger at me and I sighed. I nodded at her, defeated, and she smiled. I will miss that smile. Bohot rare hai but special hai. I got off the bed and walked over to my cupboard to pull out my suitcases.

Hold on!

"Pack my stuff?" I frowned as I turned to face her, "are you kicking me out of this house?"

She shook her head while I widened my eyes, "aisa mat karo! Main be-ghar ho jaaunga!" I fell to my knees, playfully, and she jumped back.

"What?" She asked, chuckling and I joint my hands together. "Maine tumhara kya bigara hai? Iss bache par rehem karo."