" Get up son , your dad is getting late for Office " my mom told me .
I opened my eyes to see the time and it was 8.30 AM . I haven't sleep last night properly because of that strange girl " Manaal " . Does she really matter to me that much ? I asked myself .
I took shower and reached on the dining table , where some of the family members were eating breakfast . I joined them too . Mom was discussing about Saba's marriage which was going to be held in three to four months probably . I was on silent mode . And my mother was noticing me . " Is there any problem with you Yahya ? "
" No not at all " I said in a normal way and then started showing some interest in the discussion . " Today is Saturday Yahya , we will go for shopping today . Days are decreasing day by day . " my mother said me pointing towards Saba's marriage.
" Okay Ami jaan sure I'll be there at 4 PM "
My dad remained silent on this issue . Actually by profession we were businessmen . I just passed out my college and started running business of Real Estate with my dad . Infact this business was running on my name . But I was not satisfied with this , maybe I wanted something else in life . I wanted to go abroad for studies . One of my younger brother was already gone abroad for studying . Actually deep inside me , i wanted to live abroad once on my own .
I had three sisters Maria , Saba and Rida and one brother Yasir . Maria , 25 year old was married three years before to Imran . She has a little daughter Samina . Saba 22 year old , my bestest sister and a close friend too . She was a sister with all the qualities . Rida was a student of Arts and possessed with a mysterious but mature and friendly personality , she was 17 years old . Yasir , my younger bro , 20 years old was doing Diploma in graphic designing from abroad . I was 21 year old , trying to figure out what I want from myself or what actually can make me happy .
After reaching the office , I brought out all the important files and started doing my work . I had meeting with a client today after Zuhar . After that I'll go back to home as mom will be waiting for me .
I planned my whole day , and then I suddenly remembered that pretty face which I saw tomorrow . Why is she still in my mind ? Maybe she is not in my mind but in my heart . I was actually liking her but not because of her pretty face but maybe because of the clear heart inside her . I can feel that . I can still feel her . She was a part of my body . It's too early to say that , I said that to myself but somewhere in my heart she means a lot to me .
I started doing work on my laptop but she was present in my subconscious . I heard the voice of Azaan and after doing Ablution I went to the top floor where the office members perform Jamaat ( A group of members praying together ) .
After I was done with my prayer , I asked Allah to help me . I was feeling fidget and my pulse rate was getting irregular . I came downstairs with too many things on my mind and picked up the file and called the client that I'm coming on his way , so we can visit the site .
