CHAPTER 8: In Love 😍😍😍😍(RAYAN)
Rayan's POV
Maryam's face pales as if she's seen a ghost. When i said I like you.
" I am joking,Alia told me that you volunteer for an NGO." I say
" yes" Her voice low.
" i am free as my final year just ended.I want to volunteer there.Can you help." I asks.
She exhales, handing me her contact number.So finally i can also contact her being Rayan not Alia.She starts eating her food.
" I will send you the address of NGO." She says.
I want to spend time with her thats why i decided to volunteer at her NGO.I can stay close to her and after making her comfortable,i will reveal about my identity that I am the one who is texting her not Alia,because I love you.I want to marry you.I will ask for forgiveness. I am sure she will forgive me.
When i drop Maryam off her house ,i meet her cousin Anaya.She is a good person ,so much talkative.
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The past week, I've been preoccupied with Google interview recruiters, neglecting my NGO plans.
I text Maryam: "I'll visit the NGO today." She responds with the address.
Stunned, I recognize the NGO - it's connected to Waqas. Alina Aunty( close family friend) who knows me well, is involved.
What will Maryam think? Why did I seek her help when I'm linked to the owner of NGO?
Undeterred, I arrive at the NGO, hoping to avoid Alina Aunty or concoct an excuse to conceal my identity from Maryam.
As I arrive, I spot Maryam playing Stapoo with a group of girls. Her carefree laughter and warm smile captivate me.
She notices me and her eyes sparkle. "Hi, Rayan!" she exclaims, her black abaya accentuating her beauty, making her fair skin tone shine like a fairy.
"Enjoying playtime?" I ask, smiling.
"Do you want to try?" Maryam offers.
I hesitate, "I've never played this before."
An 11-year-old girl grabs my hand, "Try it, bhaiyya!" and pulls me into the game.
Maryam laughs at my struggles, her amusement infectious.I love how carefree she laughs.
Maryam guides me through the NGO's volunteer registration process. I navigate it discreetly, avoiding familiar faces.
Assigned to teach math to the kids, I engage my students with enthusiasm.
During the session, I glance out the window and spot Maryam teaching children in the garden. Her creative flair shines as she draws on the board.
Her kindness and patience captivate the kids, and it's clear everyone at the NGO adores her.
As I observe her, Maryam turns, catches my eye, and waves. My heart skips a beat.
Oh God, I'm falling for her. I love her. I want to make her mine.
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My phone rings, Alia's name flashing on the screen. "Today's the day," she says, her voice urgent. "I want our deal finalized."
Our agreement: she'll provide Maryam's contact information and aid my plan pretending to be her friend, while I'll convince Mom to approve her solo Europe trip.
Alia helped me a lot,she brought Maryam to basketball game as well.She helped me to come closer to Maryam.Now its my turn to help her.
"Meet me at that restaurant near my hostel," I instruct as if we are on a secret mission. "Bring your mom for dinner. It's time to seal the deal."I add and laugh at our conversation.
" Got it" Alia replies.
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"Mom, I want your final permission today. I'm 24, not a kid," Alia emphasizes.
Mom's expression remains firm. "Alia, we've discussed this. You're not going alone. I'll plan a family trip."
Our food hasn't arrived yet, but the tension is palpable.
"Mom, Alia's right," I intervene, keeping my promise. "Exploring the world is a way to learn responsibility. It's a crucial life experience."
Alia's eyes meet mine, gratitude shining.
"I understand your security concerns," I continue, "but we can hire a personal bodyguard for her."
Mom turns to me, seeking reassurance. "Do you really think she should go on this solo trip?"
I nod firmly. "Yes, Mom. Let her explore. She'll grow from it."
Guess what,She agrees and Alia seems to be on cloud nine.
Our food arrives, and we begin eating. Mom's expression sparks with excitement.
"You know what happened at the business dinner? Our big partner opposed Samar as CEO of Capital Tech."
I ask "So?why are you telling me this."
Samar? He's irrelevant to me. We're technically family, but we've never acted like it. Our parents married, and we remained strangers.
Growing up, Samar lived in a separate apartment just above ours, with his grandmother. We coexisted, but our relationship was strained.
He never liked us, and we didn't like him,it's as if we existed in parallel universes.
I sense Samar's resentment toward Waqas, too. His mother's passing, followed by Waqas's remarriage, likely fueled his animosity.
Samar's feelings toward Waqas are complicated,But that's not my concern.
Moms enthusiasm grows. "This is perfect! Now you should join Capital Tech. I want to show Waqas that only my son is capable of leading the company."
I meet her gaze, firm. "Mom, I made it clear last time. I won't work for Waqas. I don't care about Samar. He's Waqas's real son; the company is his birthright.Why would i become a ceo at his company.Do you have any idea that all i am doing in life is to escape from this mess you have made.You left Dad for this man who traped Dad into fraud and imprisoned him."
" No He didnt, Kamal made some great mistakes." She says
" So what Mom.Waqas was bussiness partner.It was his idea when it failed he somehow accused Dad and imprisoned him and you married Waqas,that cheater and from his help you also took our custody." I said that in a breath.My hand shaking in anger.
Mom's eyes well up. "I regret marrying him too. He didn't adopt you two; I hate him for that. I'm a fool for marrying him... He is saving everything for his heartless son Samar."
I'm speechless, stunned by her priorities.She never understood my feelings.I hate it ,i hate my childhood ,i hate everything.
"You only care about Money.I dont need Waqas's name and wealth.I hate being related to him." I say and leave the place.
"Rayan ,come here."I hear Mom screaming.
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