Badtameez Aurat aur Handsome Kutta

Weaving in and out of each others lives. Maaz Yousafzai and Noorulain Rehan. Who thought they'd never be able to live together or apart.

When she was 17, Noorulain watched him speak at an assembly. They had been friends for ages, she listened to his nonstop chatter daily. But in that moment, when the power of his words seemed to shine through his eyes, his gentleness, his humility, his kindness radiating through each part of him. She fell so very deeply.

When she was 20, she was shivering outside the room where she would defend her thesis. One of the panel members was a professor who had blatantly targeted her throughout her first year at college. How could her dissertation be enough to ward off that bias. When she was 20, Maaz walked up to her with that stupid stupid all knowing look. A cookie shaped like a star in his hand that he put in his pocket. "For celebrating later." And it was so funny that she couldn't help but laugh, her nerves melting at the spot.
And then at 24, she watched him put a ring on another girl.

And she thought, he's still my Maaz, my best friend. No one could break them apart.

Maaz thought there was an ocean in Noorulain's eyes. When she was happy, and calm, they were still, drinking in his words and crinkling at the corners when she'd laugh.

And when she was angry, they were a storm. She'd ruin all that was in her path.

When he was 19, she was his best friend. He played games with her, they went to arcaded together. They studied together. And there was no other place he'd feel as normal as he did.

When he was 22, he was working and he hated his job. And when she saw him moping around she handed him a letter.

"What's this?" He had whispered.

"Your resignation letter. Allah know tumse khud toh kuch kiya nahi jaata."

And when he was 27, he scrambled to correct the one mistake he'd been making all along this scientific life of his.

His friend, his soulmate, his Noor. Stubborn, mean, and rude. But for him, she was everything.