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THIRD PERSONS pov
Snoozing the alarm clock for the hundredth time, he again hid under the comforter. But to his utter disappointment his beauty sleep was snatched by none other than his own mom, who threw a jug of cold water not caring about the whole bed getting wet.
"Mom" He groaned peeking from under the blanket to which his mom sent draggers at him.
"You see the time? Its 8:30" His sleep long vanished into thin air as he jerked up from the bed and ran towards the bathroom.
"God, am late" he cried out.
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"Mom, Im going" he shouted munching the sandwich hastily.
"Here" she said passing a bowl of curd with sugar to him making him smile.
"Thanks Mom" he said kissing her forehead and then was out of the house to attend the interview.
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"Man!! It was lit" he stood with his friends enjoying his victory.
"Excuse me?" A sweet voice made him turn to the owner. Like her voice, she too was sweet. A fairy from heaven, she looked like. Wearing a pishtachio green shalwar kameez complemented her white complexion. Her silver earrings dancing against her cheeks, kissing her neck every time she moved .Her eyes adorned with kajal and eye liner stood out making her hazel eyes more prominent. Her lips appeared full with the nude lipstick that she had applied. Her brown hairs calling out to him to caress it.
"Hello?" her loud voice snapping him out of his revive.
"Huh?" blinking his eyes, he gave her the way, still mesmerised by her beauty.
"Anas, clean the drool" one of his friend offered him the handkerchief.
"shut up" he said running out to see her, but she was gone.
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Twisting and turning his sides, he tried to sleep but looks like his sleep gave him a resignation letter and went on a vacation. Every time he closes his eyes, pair of hazel eyes smiles at him, running away from him into the woods making him chase her.
Hugging his pillow to his chest, he smiled dreamily recalling her voice and eyes. It was not her face that caught his attention, but her voice that felt like a honey to him. Her eyes which dragged him towards her in the first sight. It was as if someone pulled the strings of his heart, making it beat a different rhytm.
Moon and the stars witnessed his crazy dreams and thoughts for the girl whom he met only once.
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"For a change lets go to beach, what's say?" He asked friends who made a face at him.
"Bro? beach?" one of them laughed.
S"ounds good, besides even the weather is so beautiful". Another one interjected.
"So lets go" And they were off to enjoy the remaining with salty waters.
Driving the car with friends to tease is one of the best thing one can ever ask for. All you do is be tension free from all the stress that you have been facing, because you are with your friends, the ones who will drag you out of your serious problems and land you right into some other problems.
Parking the car at the parking lot, they got down and folded their pants up their knees, so as to enjoy the waters.
As it was evening time, there were lots and lots of people, enjoying with their families and some with their friends. Children chasing their siblings with their parents running behind them. And some building their dream house with the half wet sand. Young admiring each other rather than the sunset. Girls clicking photos and Boys fooling around.
"Okay, one last pic, please" that voice, that familiar voice was what caught his attention. Not caring about his friends who were ahead of him, he turned towards the direction from where the voice came.
A girl it was, but her back was facing him. Not being able to see her face he turned to go. But stopped hearing her voice again.
"Hey can you please click a photo of me, if you dont mind" She asked him with a pout.
"Sure why not?" he stuttered but said anyways.
"Actually, she is not clicking it, but anyways come Ill show what to do" she said going towards the water, explaining him what to do.
"Hooria, come on. Its enough." Her friend called her .
"ok thanks, Bye" she bid and taking the phone disappeared before he could answer.
"Hooria" he pronounced with a smile.
His phone rang making him come out of the revive.
"Where the hell are you?" His friend shouted, thats when he remembered about coming here with his friends.
"Oh shit, wait Im coming". Saying this he cut the call and ran towards the direction his friends went.
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"Mom Im going" he shouted.
"where are you going like this?" his sister said entering the room, looking at his attire.
"Its Farhaans marriage" he said adjusting his hairs.
"Take care" His mom said caressing his head.
"Bye" kissing Moms forehead and saying bye to his sister he sat in his car and drove to the marriage hall.
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"Hey buddy! Look at you, all dressed up as a groom. You are looking like a clown". He laughed teasing farhaan.
"Shut up" he said hiting him in the guts.
"Oh, look Bhabhi" said another on looking at his bride.
But what caught his attention was lady beside the bride. Dressed in cream lehenga, her hairs tied up in a side bun. A simple necklace resting on her delicate neck, earrings of same design as her necklace dancing on her ears . Her smile, beautiful as ever. With minimal make up, her beauty and smile made him fall for her all over again. Taking the bride up to the stage, she stood just beside. The pace of his heartbeat going abnormal as their hands brushed.
Feeling his burning gaze she looked up at his eyes and frowned, he smiled. Shrugging the thoughts in her mind she smiled back, moving from there.
"Keep your eyes down, bro. She is my wifes cousin" Farhaan whispered.
All the day passed by, by him watching her hiding behind walls and sometimes people.
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"Assalamu alaikum" greeting his parents he entered the living room. Taking a seat beside him Mom, he looked at the elderly couples eyeing something among them.
"Whats up?" he asked.
After a good five mintues, his dad started something that made him irritated.
"Me and your mom were talking about your marriage". His father announced.
"so?"
"We are going to ask for laibas hand for you" his mom added making scrunch his nose in disgust.
"I dont want to marry her" he announced.
"And why is that?" his father glared him.
"Because simply I dont want to marry her" he said getting up from there and strode tohis room, shutting the door with a thud.
Not being able to sleep he got up and went to the lawn. Looking at the moon, he saw hoorias face, as if she was smiling at him. He realized that it was not a mere crush, it was love, it was ISHQ. Unknowingly he started loving the girl that met only thrice in his life.
Beshaq, Ishq aane se pehle kabhar nahi karta, wo tho yunhi aajaatha hai.
(Love never informs before entering your life, it just comes)
Sensing a presence behind, he turned to see his mom standing there with her hands folded against her chest. Coming to his side, she sat beside him on the swing.
"You didnt sleep?" he asked.
"I was about to" she said to which he nodded.
"You like someone?" she asked out of the blue.
"Why would you ask?" he questioned.
"Im your mom Anas, be honest. You like someone?" she smiled.
"Probably" he smiled sheepishly.
Talk to your dad tomorrow. Anyways that laiba dont suits you her mom winked him. Feeling overwhelemed, he hugged his mom, kissing her cheeks ran into the house. Leaving a smiling mom.
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"Dad, I want to talk to you" He says entering his parents room.
"Go on" he said in his authorative voice.
"I like a girl-" before could say anything else, his dad glared him sharply making him gulp.
"She doesnt knowns me, nor do I know her. I saw her on the day of my interview. And at Farhaans marriage, I got to know that she is his wifes cousin. I swear I didnt approach her, nor was i planning to. I wanted to say this to you, so that you both can go to her house." He said in a go. Seeing his face his mom stifled a laugh.
"Whats her name? "
"Hoor- Hooria" he stuttered.
"Shabnam, call farhans mother and ask about them, we will go there tomorrow" he declared. Hearing his dads decision, Anas was surprised and shocked on how his dad got agree.
"Thanks dad" he said hugging the old man.
"I hope you aren't playing with her". The old man said making his nod his head with a smile.
Knowing that the girl he met three times is going to be with him forever, as his wife, as his love, as his other half, as his life partner, who would be with him in every turn of his his made his heart go haywire.
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"Do you, Anas Aazam Khan, son of Aazam Khan accept Hooria fahad Qureshi, as your lawfully wedded wife?" the moment he has been waiting for a month now is finally here.
"I do" he said. Making her heart flutter. He could see her silhouette from the other side of the Mehfil-e-nikkah . Her figure appeared to be blurry.
"Do you, Hooria fahad Qureshi , daughter of Fahad Qureshi accept Anas Aazam khan as your lawfully wedded husband?"
"i-I do" she stuttered but said anyways making his heartdo a happy dance. The moment she said I do the cloth between them was removed them, giving them both a perfect view of each other.
Forgetting everything around him, he took a moment to take in the beauty of the woman infront of him.
Dressed as his bride, she looked beautiful, indeed the red colour suited her milky complexion. Her henna filled hand fidgeted which each other in nervousness.
He smiled to himself, looking at her hands. After the guests and photos were done, the bride and the groom were escorted to the dinning area.
"Here," Anas served her with her plate as she was struggling with shawl. As she tried to eat, her bangles were continuously falling down, irritating her.
Taking this as golden oppourtunity, Anas held a morsel in front of her lips and gestured her to eat. While the girls and boys around them looked at them with admiration, and the elders praying for their long and happy life.
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Twisting the knob of the bedroom door, he entered the room controlling his increasing heart beat.
She turned at the sound of the door clicking, seeing the man who is now her husband she bit her lips nervously, not knowing what to do now.
Walking towards the bed, she got settled down. Anas following her actions. Both were silence, a comfortable one in that. Sometimes, you talk all you want but the comfort is missing even in the useless chit-chat and then comes this comfortable silence where you can live without uttering a word and yet live a whole life. It happens with right person. And indeed everyone has this right person, who comes at the right time.
"Umm.i know, all this must be new to you. Darn! its new, even for me. Anyways, this is for you" he said handing her a velvet black box.
She took It hesitantly and slowly opend it revealing a beautiful ring. She looked up to see him smiling at her.
"Thanks" she said.
Taking the box from her he drew the ring out, holding her hand in his, he slid down the ring on her right hand as her left hand already had the engagement ring.
"I dont know whether to make this promise or not but I guess this is the right time" he started.
Taking her hands in his, he looked at her with eyes filled with love. Some weird things happendinside her stomach, seeing his eyes.
"I promise be by your side, No matter what. Even if the whole world is against you, just remember I would be with no matter what. I dont even know why am even saying all this. But just know that whatever you want Im here." He breathed out, looking at her she found her gazing at him.
"Lets make this arrange marriage, a little bit interesting". He added further.
"How?" she asks.
"Umm we will make every single thing memorable, you know like so in love couples do?" hearing his idea, she giggled.
"Im serious, I dont how I fell for you, even though I just know your name" he said seriously.
"I would be glad to fall for you" she said truthfully.
PRESENT
And indeed you kept all your promises Anas, you were with me through all my ups and downs. And am so glad that I fell in love with you.
She thought looking at the sleeping form of Anas, keeping her head on his chest, near his heart beat, she slept peacefully.
The End!!
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