----Shehry's POV---

"Hhhhhmmm, she is cute though," Waqas said.

"Abhay tu mera kola chappar nah khali," I said.

"Naam kya hai bhabi ka?" Atif asked.

The other three burst out laughing and I was so mad at him.

"Acha sorry nah. Par naam kya hai?" He asked again.

"I'm not going to answer that," I said.

"Hhhaaawwww, mera bhai abh mujhsa secerts rakhtha hai," Hussain said.

This close to killing him right now.

"Okay, don't tell me. I'll just ask," Hussain said and left before I could stop him.

Mujha toh apna parents koh puchna hai agar yeh such mai, mera bhai hai.

----Hussain's POV---

Stupid wind!!! It has never been this windy ever! Everything was flying.

Okay, focus! Bhabi kaha gai?

I noticed her and was going to follow her when something covered my face. I noticed it was a duptta.

Oh! Abh yeh kiska hai? Konsi flim ki shooting chal rahi hai? Meri heroine kaha hai?

Wait, what? The last line though! Such mai, I watch too much TV and too many flims.

"Excuse me," I heard someone say.

I turned around and was blown away. Not by the wind, but by beautiful she was. Oh and her voice! I'd rather listen to that, than my listen to my favorite song.

"Hey," she said snapping her fingers and me out of my thoughts.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Duppta, yeh mera hai,"she said.

"Oh," I said and handed it to her.

"Thank you," she said.

"No problem.." I said extending it so she would tell me her name.

"Aria,"she said.

Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.

"Uuuummm, thank you,"she said.

I mentally face palmed myself for saying that out loud.

"I'm Hussain, by the way," I said.

"Aria, challa. Time ho gaya hai," Bhabi said.

Bhabi kah naam toh boldo jaan!

Wait! Jaan, already? Kya karu apna aap kah. Aur yeh Aria, ithni kubsurat kyu hai?

"Ek second Vishikha," Aria said.

Thanks jaan.

Abhay Hussain control kar.

"Thank you for catching it," she said to me.

I didn't catch it. It was destiny and I have got to stop.

"No problem," I said.

She left and didn't bother looking back.

Teek hai abhi nahi, toh badh mai. I know you will.

Challo, back to making my brother's life miserable.