AYRA POV :
"Ms. Sheikh, you forgot your phone." Mrs. George called me when I was about to leave the classroom.
"Thank you." I smile at her but that smile wasn't returned.
Kharoos much! Huhh...
She silently handed over my phone to me and left.
Tiddi, Gussa toh jaise naak p betha rehta hai hamesha.
Cursing her under my breath, I leave the classroom. After stepping outside the building, my eyes scan the entrance area, hoping to see a familiar face.
Soon I spotted one, wearing denim jeans and a black buttoned up shirt, Saad was sitting on his car bonnet, busy with his mobile.
Shokkah!
I slowly made my way up to the car and with my every step towards him, I find every girl stealing glances of him. I am not surprised by it, whom I am kidding, I am actually surprised to see every girl was drooling over him.
He is a good looking guy and because he never makes his appearance in public as a Businessman, he becomes easily noticeable.
"Oye! Saadi, chalo naa kahin lunch p chaltay hain." I said, no almost shouted, standing in front of him.
He raised his head and answered "Yeah sure, Why not." with a tight smile.
He then quickly jumped off from his car and straightened his clothes.
I ran towards the passenger seat and he took his driving seat and soon we are on our way towards the Halal Guys.
* * *
I inhale a deep breath and stepped into my home,
"Assalam o Alaikum mama," I said in a dull voice as I entered the living room. I placed my bag on the table and plopped down on the couch.
"Walaikum Assalam," said mama, "Why such a gloomy face? Is everything alright?"
"Yup! Everything's good." I replied, sighing.
"It's just that I am tired mama and missing dadda so much." I paused for a moment. "Please asked him to come soon."
"He will visit us soon, In Sha Allah."
"In Sha Allah." I sighed and got up to put my things in my room.
"I hope he is okay," I mumbled walking away.
THIRD PERSON's POV:
"OMG! Look who is here!" A girl's voice caught Zay's attention the moment he came out of the airport.
"Ya Allah! Not again, at least not here".
Suddenly something flashed, catching his off guard. He frowned hard as all of a sudden, random photographers and people surrounded him, clicking pictures of him.
"I should've known this".
"Excuse me, please move aside!" Zay gripped his bag tightly as he walked through the crowd.
"Zayaan Malik!" A girl yelled from the crowd but he didn't stop. He kept walking until two men, dressed in formal, came running towards him.
"Sorry, sir!" One of them spoke as he took the bag from Zay's hand. they reached a matte black Audi r8. Once he was inside, he pulled out the phone to inform AK that he has landed in Houston and that too safe and sound.
"ALHAMDULILLAH".
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