Assalamualaikum dear readers.. Late.. yes! But a long one. I am EXTREMELY SORRY for this late update. This month had been a hectic one and when finally we i.e, me and bee(my sister) got some time we have given it in writing but whatever we have written had got delected. With all the patience I have written it for the fourth time and guess what? It again got deleted. *sigh* and *wiping away sweat from forehead*. I hope you understand and Jazak Allah hu Kahiran Kaseeran Kaseera for all your support and encouragement through your comments and votes.
Happy reading :)
Insha Allah I hope I get response from you and hope you enjoy this late but longest update.
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Muneeb's POV:
I felt a sharp pain hit my head and touched my temple absentmindedly, opening my eyes I found myself on the couch in my room. Last night I couldn't sleep so I was simply walking and don't know when did I fell asleep like this.
Picking my black jeans with white shirt I went for a shower. Coming out of the washroom I dried and brushed my hairs. I buckled my Rolex on the left wrist and placing my cellphone in jeans pocket I directly walked in the dining room and found everyone seated on their respective seats.
"Hi everyone." I said and took my seat.
"Assalamualaikum uncle!" Said Mujahid looking at me.
"Wa alaikum assalam." I replied smiling.
"Look, learn something from my son." Naf said and winked at me.
"Yeah! I will." I said looking at my food.
"Son? Did you see Ruzmy's picture?" Mom asked.
"Um. Who is this? And why would I do that? " I asked looking at mom to which I don't know why her expressions changed into a shocked one. Being all confused I turned to look at Dad, and to my surprise he was also giving me a shocked expression, the next moment my house was echoed with the laughter of my family. I turned to look at mom but thankfully she wasn't laughing. Looking at everyone I asked. "What? Was that a joke?" I asked and shook my head in disbelief and started having my food and waited patiently for them to stop.
"Serio..usly?.. Nosh, didn't you tell our son her name yet?" Dad asked to mom trying to control his laughter.
"Waow! man, seriously you don't know what is your would be wife's name?" Asked uncle Naeem. (Zuha, Muneeb's paternal aunt's husband)
Duh! Not my fault. I forgot.
Oh! So this was it.
Her name, Ruzmy!
"Oh! wait. Don't tell me that you don't know that why are you here for." Said phouph and again everyone started laughing. And I was simply playing with my food with fork.
Man! This is enough now. Everyone are playing with my innocence.
"Muneeb?" I heard and my head happily shot up to see my childhood best friend Mushtaque. I smiled looking at his approaching figure and I got up my seat and went to him. We hugged each other.
Tightly!
Ya Allah! He is one of the best part of my life, had been with me throughout my life. Just no matter what, he had been with me. I so wanted him man.
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SpiritualAssalamualikum Wa Rahmatullah. Muneeb Sada, extremely fond of branded watches and even have a huge collection of it. Love music, perfect and adorable hairs. This figure is also moody and too bad if ever anger engulfed him. Handsome, charming, smart...