C O M P L E T E D
He released a loud sigh, "I have told you so many times. Aa sakta toh zaroor aata."
Pata hai kabhi nahi aayeinge aap. Itni door chale gaye hein humein akela chor ke...
"Ok listen to me now," Kasim whispered, kneeling in front of...
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
I am so proud of it 🙈🙈🙈
I have it all figured out, 32 chaps in total and one epilogue. :)
IDK what's up with that chapter name -_- I need to stop writing them/.\
Enjoy!
~~~SHEHRYAAR's POV~~~
"Cheater!" I yelled as Rabia ran past me before I had a chance to say 'go'. She turned around and stuck her tongue at me before touching the main gate. Early morning jogs are always the best; but having her with me, makes them even more refreshing.
"Shehry is a loser!" She sneered as I slowly jogged up to her.
"Rabia is a cheater!" I panted and wiped the sweat off my neck. She giggled, sheepishly, because she knew she cheated.
"C'mere," I pulled her closer and pecked on her cheek as we entered the house.
"Ab koi chai pila de, bas," I asked as I sat down in the couch. She plopped down right beside me, keeping her head on my thigh, "sochna bhi mat! Go help yourself."
I groaned as I knew she was stubborn enough to not move.
"You know what's up with Hussain and Madiha?" She asked, making me frown. "No, why?"
"I don't know," she sighed, "she doesn't talk much. He comes in late and leaves early. They seem really distant."
"Maybe because Madiha was sick," I suggested, "and Hussain is really taking his work seriously now."
"But that doesn't mean he has to leave for work this early!" She argued, "or talk to Madiha rudely."
"You heard anything?" I asked.
"Last night, I heard them talking and things didn't sound that nice between them," she shrugged and turned so she was facing me, "talk to Hussain, no? Even if it's his work's stress, he can't take it out on Madiha. Tell him to just chill."
"I'll talk to him," I nodded at her and just on the cue, someone walked downstairs. Rabia sat up straight, fixing her clothes, and got up when she realised it was Hussain.
"I'll make tea. You better talk to him!" She whispered to me and left us alone. I frowned, seeing Hussain all dressed up for the day when it's not even six am yet. Well, I guess Rabia was right, something has gotten into him!
