MAKE ME YOUR'S

CHAPTER 25.

Months have passed since mr.rehan's mother had encountered me. But the fun fact is that she got my number from office. She sometimes call and ask for my health and sometimes even update me about the good habits that mr.rehan is acquiring. Good for him. And me being lucky enough she didn't yet asked if I am single. I swear if she ask I am gonna lie. But Allhamdullilah. She haven't asked anything like this.

Coming to present. Remmber that harsh guy. The topper guy. He left. Quiet the job. Certainly because he got a better one in America. Lucky him. That made my position a little higher then before.

Speaking of leena. Yes. She is as bizarre as ever. I still wonder what she exactly is. And she annoys me. Super annoys me by name of mr.blue eyes. I still regret opening my mouth. And mr.blue eyes. AKA mr.rehan. he.... He is weird. I mean no. I have no feelings for him but the way things have been going. I found him weird. For instant he knew my birthday. Yes. Which was last week.
And in the morning I receive a bouquet from him that mr.anson personally gave me.

I thought it was common. But when leena enquired about something like this to Tia. She was confused. Nearly half of the officer knew about this stunt. But as days passed people forget things. So did this thing go away. But deep down my gut feeling is making me insecure. Instead of thinking about my bad past and him. I began to worry about mr.rehan. What if there is something going on. What if mr.rehan really have any kind of feelings for me. What if it's all my imagination. I mean look at me and then I still have an already broken heart of me. That warns me to not to hurt him again.

In the end. I stopped thinking about mr.rehan as I started to think about myself. Yes just me. Every thing is getting better. With me, my family. Allhamdullilah.

Currently it's sunday. And I am on Skype with my best friend Farah. It's good to call her sometimes and see her running behind Hassan and Hussain. Her twin son. Farha got married two years ago. The reason I don't call her often is because obviously she is super busy mom and secondly I don't want to give ammi any idea. What if she sees Hassan and Hussain and plans on wanting her grandchildren's too. I certainly can't do that.

"When are you coming back to India." I asked farah as I eat popcorn.
"India no chance. I have no plans to come back anytime soon." She said as she vacuumed the floor.
"What do those people add in their tap water. No one wants to come back to his home country. Seriously." I said trying to be as dramatic as I can be.
She chuckled and stopped her task. As she came in front of the camera.
"No. Seriously haniya. I can't. Jameel have work and also the kids. They are so much. You'll be horrified when you met them really. I leave them for a second and they turn the whole house upside down."
Poor farah. I fell bad for her.
"Don't worry farah. It's just a matter of time. I know you can. And coming back to india. I think india is doing pretty well without you." I said.

While she made fake angry glares at me.

"Well. We will see about the horrified thing." I said.
"Wait. What. How..."

A/N: Salaam reader's. I am so very sorry. Very late update here.
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