We Belong Together

Chapter 13

°•Asher POV°•

Things changed right after I started to work at my father's company. Well, it's mine now. He signed the company off to me.

Working at the college wasn't that big of a deal. I was actually happy that I stopped going to college to teach. But something in my heart pained at the thought of me finally leaving.

A certain someone wasn't leaving my thoughts. Everything around me reminded me of Fareesa.

It took me a couple of days to realize that I was actually falling for her. I loved everything about her. I know it sounds weird that I am in love with my ex-student. However, when you fall in love there is not student or teacher thing. Love it love.

At first, it was hard to believe that I was growing some sort of feelings for her. It was, very. I tried to do so many things to get her out of my mind but nothing worked. I went out of the country for that but that didn't help.

I have been waiting for the right person to come in my life. The person that I would marry and she would carry off my offspring. The person that I would love to death and do anything for her. Now I believe that I have finally found her. She is no other than my Fareesa.

Whenever my mother mentioned my marriage she was the only suitable girl that I could think of. Whom I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

The one I would spend my days thinking of. The one I would spend my nights dreaming about and the one who would be next to me when I woke up. The one I would kiss every morning. The one who would hold me when I cried. The one who would laugh with me. The one who I would share my life with. And the one I would love. I knew all that as soon as we met.

There were numerous times when I had been a complete ass to her. She might hate my guts but I love her too much to let her go.

Love. It is something pure that Allah has given to everyone. The power of love makes us both angel and warrior - but not a fighter, not one who looks for a pointless battle for a thrill of power. It gives us the strength to defend and a healthy distant for those who attack. Love bestows the urge to nurture; should a loved one be threatened in mind, body or soul, our my defensive nature is activated. Love is free, never possessive or jealous, always kind, never seeking to wound or control.

I loosened my tie and stretched on my office chair. Work was very busy for me. Everything has to be perfect and in order. I have to edit files and sign them, meet new people, have meetings, go visit sites, etc.

I was worn out, to say the least. Life had become a mundane routine. There was no thrill, no adventure. I wanted a change. And that change would be marriage. To Fareesa.

Grabbing the phone, I spun it around my hand. Today was the day that she finds out her results. Should I call Shahveer? What if he thinks something is going on? What if he gets suspicious?

Discarding all those useless thoughts out of my mind, I quickly dialed him up.

'Salam Shavee!' I greeted

'Waalaikumsalam. What's up bro?' asked Shav

'Nothing. I'm at the office. Chilling.' I answered

'And why did you call?'

'I was bored'

'Am I supposed to entertain you?'

'Yup! Oh, wait didn't your sister get her result today?" I said, changing the subject

'That's why you called, didn't you?' he questioned