Tere Jaane Kay Baad (On Hold)

Tere Jaane Kay Baad - Chapter One

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Everyone!!!! How Are You All!!!

So I've finally decided to write my own dhoombors fanfiction. TERE JAANE KAY BAAD 

Although I love all of the guys from the gang but this story, is mostly dedicated to all Hussain Asif lovers. I don't know where this will go but let's just hope it goes well. By the way guys you might think this a hatred book against them, never would I write like that for them, I'm a hearted fan for them, it's just some spice to the story, you'll know what I mean (female protagonist) in the story, when you read it ... Anyhow ... This story is not anyhow copied from anyone and I do hope no one will copy me either, also do excuse my grammatical errors as this will not be edited, written mostly off the top of my head, lets just hope people enjoy it. But other than that as I always say ~ do leave me comments, votes, feedback, criticism. All welcomed. Besides that sit back, relax and read along.

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TERE JAANE KAY BAAD

­Chapter 1 – Tickets

"Wake up Amreen"

"Shhh, let me sleep" I spoke hiding my face into my pillow

The curtains were pulled open and I whimpered as the light shone onto my face.

"Yaar kiya hai sowne do mujhe" I complained

"Uth jao rani-sahiba, you're going to get not only yourself but me late too, did you forget our last exam is today?"

OH CRAP!

I instantly got up and tried to push off the blankets but I lost balance and actually fell towards the side and landed onto the solid floor.

My so-called-best-friend Zeenat started breaking down into laughter.

"Do you mind?" I glare at her

"Yaar Amr, you're a clumsy joke"

"Shut up" I snarled at her.

I stood up and rushed to the bathroom to freshen up and came out to get dressed. I looked through my closet to find an outfit to wear. I didn't wear much exclusive clothing, even though I lived in New York I had a small decent profile that I maintained. I took out a long purple kameez and paired it with black tights. I did my long black hair into a pony tail and placed a small dupata like scarf around my neck. I was a Muslim girl that carried my culture and religion along with me with pride. People say the girls that live abroad tend to lose their religion sense, but not me. I lived with my roommate and best friend Zeenat. I'd known Zeenat from since I moved to New York, she was my savior especially through the most tough time of my life.

"Yaar, jaldi kar, late hona hai kiya" Zeenat complained from outside

"Bus aari hun" I replied placing my backpack on and heading outside to see her already sitting in the car. I opened the door and took a seat in the passenger's seat. 

I hated cars, I have speed phobia. But since I've spent my time with Zeenat, she helped me overcome my fear of cars. And now I can actually sit inside one without feeling scared but only with Zeenat, no other I trusted.

"Chale rani-sahiba" she asked

"Chalo" I said smiling

Oh I've forgotten to introduce myself, I'm Amreen, Amreen Ali. People call me Amr or Ami for short. I'm born in overseas but I've migrated to New York for my studies. Well not only that reason but for other personal reason too which you'll find out along the way. I guess basically my aim in life is to complete my studies and become a successful person in the future, standing upon my own two feet without the help of any other. I'm studying Commerce and Business at the moment and I'm currently in my second year. It's tough, studying and working, oh yes I do work too. Well I don't exactly have a choice, I have to work, basically who will pay the rent for the house we live in. Zinu (my nickname for her) and I obviously share our expenses. I work in an agency of the name of Pack and Send and all I have to do is receive calls, it's not much work but it's definitely tiring because I do work for late hours.