---Trisha's POV---

It was weird for me to be in class. I mean after what happen this weekend I just wanted to be with him all the time. 

Oh dear God! I need help! 

The class ended & I went to where everyone else was.

"Hey," I said. 

"What's up?" Atif asked. 

"Not much. You guys?" I asked.

"Same," they said. 

"Where is Shehry?" I asked.

"He didn't come today. He got sick," Hussain said.

Who told him to be out so late? I told him to get some rest. 

"Hussain, can you do me a favor?" I asked. 

"What's up?" He asked. 

"Can you slap your brother for me?" I asked. 

"Why?" Asha asked. 

"I can answer that," Hussain said. 

I should have left right when he said that. Hussain started telling them and I don't know why I didn't leave. 

"OH! So you are our bhabi now," Atif teased. 

"You guys are too much!" I said.

"Shehry says the same thing," he said. 

"Ya. I'm done here," I said. 

They all started laughing. 

After a bit they went to class leaving just Hussain and myself. 

"You know if you want to visit him, go for it. Mom and dad are at work, I'm here and Maha is at school," Hussain said. 

"Hussain," I warned. 

"No, I'm not teasing you. I'm serious. I know seeing you might make him feel better," he said. 

"Okay. I'll see," I said. 

"Alright, I have to go to class," he said and left.

I decided to go and check up on him. Hussain had given me the pass code to the garage. I asked a billion times if it was fine for me to go inside just like this before he left and he replied with it's my house as well now. 

I don't know why they kept teasing me. 

I knocked on his door and he yelled come in. 

"Hey!" He said.

"What is this?"I questioned.

"Uuummm, I don't know," I said. 

"I'm sorry jaan," he said in a whining voice.

"I won't accept your apology until you get better," I said.

"Sach?"He questioned.

"Yep," I said. 

"Oh oh," he said. 

"So what have you been doing the whole time?" I questioned. 

"Thinking," he said. 

"About?" I asked.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," I added. 

"You're the person I was thinking about," he said.

"Really?" I questioned. 

"Ya," he said.

"Okay, tell me everything," I said. 

"Picture this," he said enthusiastically.

It made him sound as if he had been planning this forever. 

"A year from now, we can leave this town behind. Done with high school and fresh out of college. We can move into a big city and wake up next to each other every morning," he said. "5 years from now, we'll move out of the city and into the suburbs. We can start a family. Can you imagine how great it will be having little footsteps running around the house half your and half mine?" 

I smiled and blushed at the last part. 

"20 years from now we'll have our first gray hairs & realize we aren't teenagers anymore. But it's a sign that we've lived and lived well. We'll have a beautiful family and of happiness," he said. 

Happy tears came in my eyes! He's planning our future!

"70 years from now the kids will be all grown-up and moved away, but still close. And you'll probably have wrinkles engraved in your skin. I'll still think you're still as beautiful as you are now. And we will look back on our life with no regrets and smile because we did it all together," he said. 

I hugged him right after he said that. 

"Tum roh kyu rahi ho? Did you not like it?" He asked. 

"Happy tears. I loved it!" I said. 

"Thanks jaan," he sad. 

"I should be thanking you. You've planned a beautiful life for us," I said. 

"Of course," he said. 

"I'm sick babe! You'll get sick," he said.

"I don't care," I said. 

He kissed me back. 

I want this! I want everything he said and I hope I get it someday.