ATTENTION: Actually, there's seems to be a problem with my chapter sequence, after my empty gazillion attempts to correct it. Especially, chapter 3, 4 and 5. So, I would advise you all to directly read them line-vise from the chapter bar right above, than get confused. Thank you :)
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🌟We are here and about starting a new journey. The journey of two beautiful souls.
Aariz and Amna.
Life has been very swift and unexpected. Join me, y'all ain't unwelcome. A new story, just like every other author trying to write something different on paper to entertain the audience/readers. I am all the same :D It's gonna be a very clićhe journey. I want to write and I love doing it. So please bear with me and try to be nice :)
~Aqsa A.Rehman
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Amna's POV
Have you ever felt fooled when you know the results still you naggs and try to get your desirable toffy? No, I did that. What school college's brings us? Studies, a better way of knowledge, friends, memories, fun, and teachers. Apart from visible points, there are also some things on which you need serious struggle. Example... trips.
I mean it isn't that hard of a deal but knowing your conservative parents so well that for them not giving permission is more important than anything also with some sensible defence, it's really not work with you. And having that high pressure from friends felt like a army of country who protects us and going with them is the most beneficial decision and pursuing the guts to seek permission from your own parents feels like a victim begging to bail out of jail-means home. I mean why do we have to act like a having-all-the-answer-of-your-questions person in front of them and agree with their every query, just to hear what you want. I mean, why do we suddenly get nervous? Why the feeling of cherishing the part become more important than anything else? And funny part after getting everything is normal and you did get those phrases in your previous consistent head. Why do I have to go? It wasn't even important. I would be okay if I didn't go. Like seriously then why the fudging hell were you whining like a spoiled brat before?
Nevertheless, gone was the future regrets, right now, I was like every other student asking permission from my famous strick father. Trying hard to look softie, masking up an expression which conveys 'Get agree dad, your decision will make me so happy', and eyeing him like a hawk.
Never did I ever look prudent like at the moment, with back folded arms in complete submission. Like seriously! Those times were like ruthless alarm clocks which work faster than normal.
An anticipated silence fell in the room-after one hour of heartfelt convincing struggle, I stayed silent waiting for him to get any response.
My heart had been whispering various prayers. I caught a quick desperate glimpse of my mom and sister. They were sitting behind him on the sofa. Mom shrugged and faced my father; who had his back facing her. This scared me even more.
After what seemed like eternity, he moved his head. A simple nod. My breath got caught in between, as my eyes scrutinized and roamed over his face. Observing any kind of scepticism, before they turned visibly wide when the background two grins approved my instincts.
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Lost Without You
SpiritualAariz and Amna are two different people. When one is serious and mature, the other one is innocent and shy. They are opposite poles apart. They even meet each other in some northern areas. Which is away from their house, away from their comfort zone...
