"Daada, Maama; Did I for once told you what I want? You've always chosen what to wear for me, what I should eat, where I should go, even the environment I should stay in. Isn't that enough for you to grant my only wish?. It's okay if you don't want to, I might have been a burden on you. I'm sorry," with that, she sprinted to her room, locked it and broke into tears, ignoring their knockings.
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"I think I will let you to study abroad,but only under one condition; you have to get married; for I couldn't let you there all by yourself," Daada spoke haltingly, hoping she wouldn't agree, but her answer made his hope vanished.
"It's okay, Daada, who's the guy? And have you started processing my admission?" She asked, a wide grin plastered on her face, not caring about the marriage thing, she thought it was all a threat.
"It's Sadeeq, Alhaji Mustapha's son. But he studies in Qatar, that means you will also study there," Daada encapsulated, his face deviod of emotion.
Ihsan looked up at Daada, and wanted to bellow out the words, but they came out as a whisper "Daada..you mean Sadeeq? He's just 19 years old. How would I marry him? Who will take care of who? Uhm Daada?" She slurred, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"He is. And would take good care of your health. What's there in marrying him? Isn't he a man?" Daada inquired.
"There is; it's just a one year gap between us. And he isn't a man in my eyes," she reprimanded and broke into tears.
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What would happen to Ihsan? Would she agree on studying abroad? Fighting for her health, at the same time marrying the guy she looks down onto? As she would always avow "It'sjust a one year gap."
It would be a hilarious roller coaster ride. Tag along.
Your's always__AYSHATOU.
Sequel Of 'Dil Mein Ho Tum'
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#38 - pilot | 8-08-2022
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History was repeating itself. Once again the groom was replaced at the last moment, but this time he wasn't kidnapped. Fate had him back out itself.
Unlike before, this marriage wasn't out of love, but an inconvenience.
While Saqib's heart beats for Arzoo. Her heart was shattered into pieces.
'I am...... sorry, Arzoo." His voice repeated in her mind as tears cherished her cheeks.
Arzoo's gaze went from her parents to her grandparents, to her relatives. Searching for one person, who knew what she was feeling right now.
She raised her eyes to his, slow and unwilling to find his gaze was already fixed on hers. Only to find him seated on the groom's seat.
"Do you Saqib Hamza Khan son of Hamza Rizwan Khan take Arzoo Ayaan Khan as your wife?" The Qazi asked, his eyes settled on the groom.
"Why him though?"
"Kyuki Agar Mera Baad Tumhe Koi Bepanah Mohabbat Karta Hai, Toh Woh Hai Saqib." Imran said with a smile.
"Mujhe Kisi Aur Ki Biwi Ki Jagah Tumhare Bewa Bankar Zindagi Bhar Rehna Manzoor Hain." Arzoo exclaims while tears continue streaming down her eyes.
"Par Mujhe Yeh Manzoor Nahi, Arzoo." Imran said a bit angrily. "Unlike other men, you read in novels, I want you happy, your whole life instead of grieving my absence."
"Qubool Hai." Saqib says loudly, emphasising each word as if telling Arzoo that he was there for her like always. But this time not as her best friend, but as a husband.
A single tear slid down her eyes, which had his chest tighten.
With that, she was now, Arzoo Saqib Khan. She got married to her best friend instead of her first lover, Imran.
Zoya nearly loses her posture, but Ayaan's hand found her waist to secure her balance.
Tears blurred her vision. As she utters, "Ayaan, Humne Koi Zyadti toh nahi ki na, Arzoo Ke Saath?"
For once Ayaan felt at loss for words.
In what felt like forever Ayaan whispers, "I don't know. Bus Yahi Dua Hai Ki Hamara Faisla Inke Haq Mein Ho."