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Chapter Thirty Five

hey!!

Initially I thought this book was never going to happen so I stole Pakeezah's and Hussain's scenes for Meri Duaa. Now I realised I have to come up with new scenes and its so annoying LMAO

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PAKEEZAH's POV

I woke up with a sore neck and back again. My spine had taken the shape of the couch over night and I could barely walk.

The house was empty as usual. Three nights and four days I have woken up, hoping to see Hussain before he could leave for work and have fallen asleep on the couch, again, hoping to see Hussain after he come home from work. I don't get to see him but he religiously brings out my blanket from my room and covers me with it every night. That's how I know that he knows I was waiting for him. He never wakes me up!

I cook fresh meals every night and then eat them for breakfast and lunch the following day. For the first two days, I had the maid to share those with me, but today, even she ditched me.

While I mopped the floor and cleaned the kitchen, I kept my eyes on the clock, trying to calculate the time in Houston or at least in Pakistan so I can call someone and not feel like a depressed loner.

It was usually Ruksaar I spent most of my time talking to these days. She was just half an hour behind and free in the morning. More importantly, She won't scold Hussain for not talking to me like Aunty or Shehryaar would. I can't give him another reason to think I am coming between him and his family.

"Api guess what!" Ruksaar screamed as soon as She picked up my, now regular, phone call, "Humein do aur jagah se admission letter aaya hai. I am so happy but Ammi ko dekho na! Mana kar raheen hein!"

"Oh ho, araam se," I chuckled, while watching Ruksaar running across the empty hallway, complaining and excited.

"Kya hua? Tayi toh humesha se chahteen theen na ki tum kisi badi university main padho?" I asked Ruksaar.

She groaned and stopped moving before plopping down on her bed. "Haan par Ab humein Karachi se bhi letter aaya hai. Woh bol raheen hein, Pakistan main studies continue karne ke liye! kehteen hein, door mat jao! Par woh toh back up plan tha na, api! Ab ammi ko kaun samjhayega?"

"Toh apply kiya hi kyun?" I asked her, "Mujhe toh humesha se pata tha tumhein admission mil jayega!"

"I wanted to play safe. Saal barbaad thori karna tha," she sighed, rolling her eyes, "waise bhi, admission nahi hota aur hum ek saal ghar baith jaate toh yeh log humaari shadi hi karwa dete. Aur humein yeh Manzoor nahi tha."

"Toh phir Raheel bhai ya Rehaan Bhai se bolo unhein samjhane ke liye. Woh aur kisi ki nahi sunengi," I told Ruksaar and she made a face at me.

"Woh dono toh khud nahi chahte hum bahar jaa kar padhein. Aap baat karein na unse, please? Ammi aapki har baat maanti hein, hai na?"

"Tumhaari Ammi, tumhaare bhai ya Abbu alawa aur kisi ki baat nahi maanengi, yeh tumhein bhi pata hai, Ruksaar," I sighed, "But I will--"

Suddenly Ruksaar disconnected the call and I swallowed my words, frowning at the blank screen. My phone pinged with a text from Ruksaar.

Ruksaar: Abbu Alert!!!!

Chucking my phone on my bed, I headed upstairs to clean Hussain's room. I know, he told me not to enter his room but I doubt he realises that I clean it in his absence. He never mentioned it to me, but then again, he is never here to say anything.

I opened the blinds and windows as soon as I entered his room. This is another reason why I come here every day. It has the best view and I can see a library just across the road. I often wonder if I can go there and find some books but then I am not sure if Hussain would let me.