HIS EVERYTHING (Complete)

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Editing Credits: RedCross178

At 13, Asfand was forlorn after the death of his parents. His uncle and aunt had taken him in with them. When they reached their house, Aamiya came rushing to him, her nanny running behind her. 

Aamiya was surprised at seeing him with her parents. Nonetheless, she still launched herself at him. 

"Asfi!" She squealed. Asfand crouched low and hugged her back, tightly. Nothing would make him feel better in those days, he barely ate to survive. But seeing how sweet the little doll was, lifted up his spirits a little. 

"Aamiya baby, from now, he will be staying with us." Aamiya's mother explained. Aamiya had always liked Asfand, even though many thought she was a moody kid. She rarely spoke to people she didn't know. Aamiya was happy with having Asfand with her. 

"Really?" She looked up at Asfand, blinking her eyes. Asfand couldn't help himself, he cracked a small smile and nodded. He'd lived in Lahore with his parents and Aamiya's residence was in Islamabad, and so they weren't able to meet as often as they'd like. 

Her parents smiled, knowing that Aamiya's company would make him feel better. 

Around dinner, Asfand wasn't quite hungry. He had taken rice on a plate and was barely eating those as well. Aamiya just looked at him and didn't eat her food either. 

"Aamiya baby, please eat your food." Her nanny pleaded. 

"No, I will eat only if Asfi feeds me." She said, shaking her head. Her curls bounced with the movement. Asfand smiled due to her actions. 

"Come here." He called her. She climbed down and ran to his side, where he helped her up on the chair. But when Asfand tried to feed her from his plate, she shook her head and refused to eat. 

"No, you eat first. Mama is wulling (worrying) about you." Aamiya spoke. Having no other option, Asfand started to eat along with feeding her. 

Asfand began to call Aamiya's parents as Mama and Dad

Asfand at 15 and Aamiya at 7

Asfand was busy studying, when his room door opened. There stood Aamiya with her mother behind her. 

"Aamiya, he can't play right now, he's studying." Her mother explained. But Aamiya refused to listen, she rushed towards Asfand and stuck her arms out, asking to be picked. Asfand shook his head and picked her up. She looked adorable in her purple floral dress, her curls left open as always. 

"It's okay, mama. She can stay here. You won't disturb me, would you?" Asfand spoke, turning towards the little girl. Her mom sighed and left. 

He gave her a puzzle to solve, knowing that it would keep her busy. When she was done, Asfand got up and placed a kiss on her forehead. 

"Good girl. Let's go and have ice cream now."

Asfand at 18 and Aamiya at 10

It was time for Asfand to choose his college. Aamiya’s father wanted him to get his further education from England, since Asfand was going to handle the business later on.

When Aamiya was informed, she began weeping. Her mother tried her best to make her understand.

“Aamiya, don’t you worry. He will visit us at least three times a year. And you can talk to him everyday on Skype.” She said.

“Three times a year!” Aamiya wailed even more when she heard that. When she saw no other way, she stood up and ran to Asfi’s room. 

When she entered his room, she saw him sleeping. She sobbed and sat next to him on his bed. She called his name in between her heavy sobs. Asfand cracked his eyes open, and sat up straight when he saw her bawling her eyes out.

“What happened, Doll?” He spoke, shocked to see her crying. He was used to having her come to him when she had been scolded or something.

“Y-you’re going?” Asfi sighed, understanding the situation. He, himself, wasn’t overly fond of leaving but seeing her cry like this, made him finalize his decision.

“If you don’t want me to go, then i will not. Don't cry, Doll.” He spoke softly, wiping her tears away. He pushed away her curls that framed her face, he loved her hair. It fascinated him.

“Don't go.” Aamiya said, rubbing her eyes.

“Ok. I won't.” He told her, smiling. She smiled widely and at him and ran out of the room, satisfied.

When Asfand informed dad of his decision, he sighed and asked, “Is it because of Aamiya? I know she was crying last night.”

“No..” He sighed, knowing that Dad would see right through his lie. “Dad, I wouldn’t be able to live without you all anyways. And there are many good universities in Islamabad as well.”

When it was clear that Asfand wouldn't budge from his decision, his parents had no other option than to agree as well.