MADE FOR EACH OTHER

CHAPTER 30 : THE WAY THEY WERE BEFORE

"Dua rizvi. Your taking too long." Armaan yelled from the door. He was wearing a white shirt with superman logo on it along with faded jeans.

"Just five more minutes. Wait." She yelled climbing down the stairs hurriedly.

Armaan looked at her climbing down. She wore a cream colour long satinh gown with long sleeves and a matching color hijab.

Armaan was watching her each and every move as she come down. But she didn't made her to him, instead she went into the kitchen. That made armaan sulk a little.

"Yes. And also take care of the house." She said coming to hall again with maid behind her."and call me if something's off. You have my number right." She said looking back at her. The maid just nodded at her.

Dua made her way to armaan. "Let's go" she said. Armaan smiled and shook his head at his wife.

He began to walk with dua behind her like a lost puppy. He opened the shotgun door for her. She rolled her eyes at him and sat in. Armaan jogged to the driver's seat and hopped in.
He began to drive. A silence sat in the car. Both of them waiting for other to speak first.

"Were exactly are we going to" dua asked. Breaking the ice first.
"Well. It's a restaurant of my friend. It's quite famous." He said and she just nodded at him.
Dua began to look out of windows watching the seen passing by. Wondering if it will be okay. That she's out with her husband. She wanted to be mad at him. But she liked the attention she got from him. Something which she never gained by any of her family.

Armaan pulled into a parking place.
"We have to cross the road." He said turning the engine off. Both exited the car at same time. Dua made her way to armaan's side. There wasn't any signal so they had to cross in between through the moving cars. (A/N:India roads)

They were waiting for a car to move. When armaan grabbed her hand and began to cross the road together. For a fraction of seconds dua's body froze on his place but since she wasn't interested in getting hit by a car she began to move along with him.

But she actually felt an heart attack when he kept holding her hand even after they reached. Armaan wasn't quite aware of it.

A woman came an meet them at the door, she kept looking at armaan.  Intensity. As she braced herself a fine smile.

Dua was watching it and was getting irritated. She wanted to wave their holding hand in front of her. To claim something. Seeing that the lady isn't speaking anything he decided to spoke first.

"Table for two."armaan said.
The women recover quickly and began to escort them to a table. They both sat and armaan left dua's hands which he didn't knew he was holding. Dua began to miss his hand seconds later it left her.

She cleared her throat but it was more her self. Armaan awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. 'I wish you keep holding my hand forever.' She wished silently.

"Let's see. What we can order." Armaan said flipping  through the pages of the menu.
Dua followed the same.
"I'll select the dessert. The rest  is with you to decide." She said.
A waiter came and took their orders.
"Dua" he said.
"Huh" she said still looking around the hotel. The hotel was Italian and indo-Greek based cuisine. The bright creamy wall and the had paintings on them gave Mediterranean vibes.

"Seems like you don't want to go to the college." Armaan asked as he watch dua watching around.
A scowl formed on dua's face. " They said they have already hired a substitute for a month. And exams are starting soon so don't need me anymore. I think I have to join directly for the next academic year." She said.