MADE FOR EACH OTHER

CHAPTER 6 : MR.SHAH'S DAUGHTER

The next day being Sunday armaan didn't went office. The day when mrs.rizvi strictly refrains anyone to work from. It was the day that whole company was empty.

Still armaan woke up early and went with his abba to the mosque. It was like they both were giving each other a cold shoulder. No conversation lasted for more then one minutes. Mr.rizvi didn't knew how to talk about this sensitive topic. Which he never had with his son. And we avoiding talking with him at all. And armaan he too didn't wanted his abba to bring that topic up. Hence only answer in Yes or no. And no much words to exchange.

When they return back armaan went straight to his room. Were actually he should be heading for gym or jog on the beach.

After staying up at his room for an hour he decided to go down. His stomach for him much to. He took a long hot shower before he climbed down.

When he went down he saw his abba and ammi already on the breakfast table having breakfast. Looking at them armaan was back on his peace. His parents are the thing which he is most grateful for.

He said them salam. Which they replied cheekily.
"Armaan beta your okay. I thought you were at gym or something. " said mrs.rizvi as she began passing him empty plate for breakfast.

"No. Ammi,didn't felt like to go." armaan said sitting on a chair. Which he pulled out so that he could face them both. Opposite to them.

"Oh. Okay " said his ammi confusingly. While mr.rizvi who were unhappily having his fruits salad just kept quiet.

His ammi passed armaan his breakfast and ordered one of the maid to bring a coffee for him. Armaan and coffee both were always a thing.

Armaan was still waiting for there parents to talk about it. Break the ice about it. Patiently waiting he was for them to speak out.

Suddenly mrs.rizvi broke up and said "armaan your abba has to say something to you."
Mr.rizvi was completely unaware what mrs.rizvi was saying. He was busy making faces at the salad. Which he disliked.

"What I. I didn't..." he began baffled all over. Seeing how mr.rizvi forget about what they discussed a while ago. She stopped him.

"Ahmed sahab you... You were going to say something remmber, you told me you wanted to" she hinted her husband.

"Oh, yes. Now I remember. Ahhhhhh. That. Err.." mr.rizvi began. But he just couldn't.
"Why is it so hard. Shabana begum so..." he began again. But he couldn't say "I can't. " mr.rizvi said finally giving up.

Mrs.rizvi knew he couldn't talk to his son. It was making him awkward. She too never talked about such things with armaan. It was a whole new parenting experience for them.

Armaan was seeing his parents failing attempt with an raised eyebrow.
He turned his attention to his ammi now.
"Me. Yes. It's that you. Them. That. Ahh. Fine. I can't too." said mrs.rizvi.

Armaan was quiet enjoying his parents situation. Hence didn't disturbed them.

Soon the began to fight back and forth that who should say it.
But what was they actually gonna talk about.

"Okay fine. Fine. Both of you say it together, what say" armaan suggested. And they both agreed on it.
"Okay on count of three" armaan said and started counting.

They both began but mrs.rizvi stopped halfway and only mr.rizvi spoke. She tricked him.

"Didyoulikedmr.shah'sdaughter." He said.

"What" both armaan and mrs.rizvi said they didn't got even a single word mr.rizvi said.

Mr.rizvi Rizvi was eyeing mrs.rizvi for her unfaithfulness but he lost them with mrs.rizvi's glare. She always had upper hand in there relationship. And hence again with space,comma and a full stop this time mr.rizvi finally spoke something non-gibberish.

Armaan wasn't shocked by the question. He knew. He knew it all. He concluded it a while ago.

"So is it a yes?" Mrs.rizvi asked.
"I knew it. You guy's are upto it. I so well knew it. Or else why would abba ask me to hangout with some girl. He never did. Why my presence was so important at the party."

"Well. Guess. You are smart. Just like your mother. Me. But let me precisely ask you we both think that it's highly that time in the story were the princes gets married to the princess." mrs.rizvi said and continued. "And since I know you want us and we should find a girl for our boy... what about mr.shah's daughter" she paused and waited for armaan's answer.

Initially armaan thought he would talk to his parents and explain them but he didn't did so. He got up and went straight into his room upstairs. It left both mr. and mrs.rizvi in shock.

Armaan was lying on his bed cuddling up a pillow. Believe it or not armaan has this problem say habit that he cuddles with anything. He does, he has no control on it.

There was a knock on armaan's door by mrs.rizvi.
"Door's open" armaan screamed. His voice echoed over the whole luxurious room.
Mrs.rizvi came in.
"Armaan you okay" asked mrs.rizvi sitting on a corner of a bed.
Seeing his ammi sitting he rolled himself upto his ammi and laid his head on his mother's lap.
"I don't know ammi" said armaan.
Mrs.rizvi putted his finger in armaan's hairs and began to massage them lightly. It somewhat calmed him.
"Wait don't tell me that you're are already married and have kids too" asked mrs.rizvi.
"Funny ammi. Oh I died laughing." Said armaan.
"Ammi can I really say something." Armaan said.
Mrs.rizvi just hummed still moving fingers in his son's hair.
"I.. I like someone else." Armaan said.
"We know." Said mrs.rizvi.
"What" armaan jerked up.
"Yes we kind of figured it out. When you left the table without saying anything.
"Oh okay." Armaan was blushing now. He kept his head again on his ammi's lap.

"Well then tell us who is the lucky girl. Well but before you say anything let me tell you she should be of our religion if not she should then turn herself into one and she should be pretty and well mannered. Now tell me who is she."
Mrs.rizvi asked.
Armaan closed his eyes and began to picture her in his mind.

"She has this perfect pair of light brown eye. Her giggles are like sweet melody to your eyes. Her voice is so calm and cheerful but.." armaan stopped himself.
"But. But what armaan. Tell me who is she."mrs.rizvi asked.
"That's where the problem is I don't know who she is. I . I don't know where she is. I don't know anything about her." Armaan said.
"What . I don't understand you armaan" said mrs.rizvi.
Then armaan began to narrate his story.

"But armaan if you don't know her. How would you." Mrs.rizvi asked.
"Trust me ammi . Trust me. I am finding her. I am searching her. But still I couldn't. I am. I think I'll find her." Armman said.
"But what if you don't, find her." Said mrs.rizvi.

A/N: hey what's up reader's. Another chapter here.
I know it's too much of armaan but next would be dua's I promise.

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~2APRIL 20