Rooh Ne Tujhe Chun Liya.

6. Qubool Hai!

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Muneeb's POV.

I couldn't sleep the entire night. Was thinking that.. From tomorrow onward I'll be sharing my room, my bed, my wardrobe, my stuffs, my family with her and most important my name will also be her. I was sitting on my bed, head resting on the headboard and was looking at the ceiling when I heard a soft knock at the door. My mom was peeping from outside. Smiling I called her in.

I wonder how nicely I smile. Nobody ever, got to know how I am behind this smile but trust me my family and friends do make me happy and smile.

I Just love them.

"Didn't sleep whole night?" Mom asked sitting beside me and keeping her hand on mine.

"I did." I replied.

"Don't lie to your own mother at least." She said frowning and shaking her head in disbelief. I laughed looking at her cute expression.

"Oh! My drama queen." I said pinching her cheeks while grinning.

"Oww! Leave me hero." Mom said pushing me.

"I love it when you call me that." I said seriously and beamed at her.

"Tonight one more person will join me calling you by that name inshaAllah." She said and I nodded sighing.

She was looking at me intently as if trying to read what's going on in my mind. While my smile was long gone from my face.

"Beta! Nikah is going to be very simple as per sunnah, magar valima shandar hoga inshaAllah." She stopped. "Are you happy my son?" She asked after a moment looking at me with the same look in her eyes.

"Yes mom! And why not? I told you few months back that inshaAllah I would marry a person who you will choose to and how you would like to." I said and smiled.

"Don't fake your smile. I know you too well my boy. I hope you are happy with our decision. If you have any problem then I am really sorry beta." She said ruffling my hairs and I quickly kept my head on her lap before my tears would escape. I gulped hard to contain myself.

Being a boy I am this sensitive. Pampered by everyone. Never knew the meaning of pain in my life. I wonder about the girls who go through so many heartbreaks and whose I have also broken.

"I miss your ramble." Mom said and chuckled. Her voice laced with pain.

"And I miss it when I start rambling how fondly you used to look at me. The love in your eyes, the twinkling eyes when I used to talk something excitedly. I.. I miss it mom." I said and bit my lip to stop myself from crying. It was being difficult to contain myself now. I shut my eyes tightly.

I find peace when I'll be with her. Mom was still ruffling my hairs, it was releasing my stress, slowly the headache was decreasing.

When I met her I wasn't so simple. I was beauty-conscious natured. My hairs were too long-stylish but now I cut it down coz I am no more interested in making myself look handsome and hot or whatever I was wishing before to be. Almost every person used to mumble 'attitude' and 'khadoos' passing nearby. Coz I liked keeping straight face outside. Only my family and friends knows how crazy I actually am. I smiled imagining few moments.