Assalam alaikum
My Honey Bells..

I'm such a bad writer..
I know I know...
but seriously I am SorrY..
Got busy with studies
and stuff...
In sha Allah I'll try to update as fast as possible.

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It was about 5:30, when
Mr.J aka Mr.Jealous (my alarm clock) started buzzing like no tomorrow.
I trudge towards the bathroom, after refreshing and performing wudu, I prayed Fajr peacefully.
Now I was stuck between whether to go for jogging or ditch it for my lovely bed.
I mean this situation is more intense than Taylor Swift's album Red!
At last...
I couldn't resist but sleeppzzzz....

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My sweetie-sweetie sleep was disturbed by continuous ringing of door bell, someone open the damn door...
Aaaagghhh....
As soon as I left my bed, the noise stops, relief....
I went to the bathroom,
E-e-e-E... brushed my teeth,
aww I saved my white pearls from dirty bacteria and still hoping not to get them infected in future in-sha-allah. I mentally patted my back for such a great accomplishment.
Pinning a stole around my head, I ran downstairs only to bump in my brother's broad back.
Sometimes I regret him having nice muscles than mine
(well I hardly have) then again he's a boy.. he had to be well built but still for a 17yr old he's too good.. I mentally slap my head for praising my brenemy (bro-cum-enemy).

We walked to the hall, where a couple; maybe 40+ were chatting with my dad and a teenage girl sitting beside them.

"Assalamalaikum dad" we greeted in unison.
"Walaikum assalam... Akil, Ayesha this is Amna and Hussain, my lovely children"
"Assalamalaikum" again we both greeted in unison.
See how well mannered children we are! 😉

"Walaikumassalam, Aamir she has grown up to a beautiful lady, Masha Allah"
I smiled at the compliment and "see I am beautifuuulllll" whispered to Hussain stretching the last word a bit.

He winked at me and answered back "not more than me sistaa"
Ugh, why is this human always so confident. But wait aren't boys irritated when someone calls them beautiful? They're meant to be handsome..
But again this is Huss!
Expect the unexpected!!

I went to the kitchen asking mom if she needs help.
"You know them"
"hmm.. The man sitting there"
she points out "is Akil khan, your father's bestie, she's her wife Ayesha and the girl sitting beside them is Falak their daughter and huh they have a son... Allah what's his name... he's outside in backyard"

Biting a large piece of apple,
I went to my room to have a bath, before turning to my bathroom I peeked through the balcony...
There stood a tall guy wearing black shirt paired with black jeans and a leather jacket that too black one, ray bans to cover his eyes, finely trimmed beard, swiping his IPhone 6s! 😲
Holy Cracker's!

I love apple's product although I m yet to have one..sigh.. and this is iPhone 6s... wow 😍

I had a quick bath and now the most difficult part of the day what to wear?..
I grabbed a pink and white salwar kameez, tied my hair in a ponytail and wrapped a white dupatta (stole) around my head, pinned it...
Throwing my backpack over my shoulder, I ran downstairs and almost tripped on last step..o.O luckily no one saw.

"Mom I'm going to uni... where's Hussain?"

"He went early"

I put on my vans and long jacket and dashed out of my house.

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Dinner was over. Everyone was settled at the backyard.
Mama asked me to serve desert, it was Caramel Custard..yummy.. my favourite.
Okay one of my favourite..

I dont have a sweet tooth, I have sweet teeths. A set of 32.

After desert, Akil uncle and dad went out for a walk, mama and Ayesha auntie were chatting like no tomorrow.. when I was about to leave, mama asked me or say informed me that Falak will be staying at my room . I didn't mind it coz she seems a nice girl, you know a bubbly-girl-next-door-type...

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I changed into tracks and a loose white tee and jumped on my bed, swiping on my phone, going through my emails..
(I own a Samsung galaxy grand 2) Falak was playing subway surfers on her iPhone 5.. o.O

Ya Allah, every one owns a damn iPhone except me..
why o why o why..
When will I get mine.

Sometimes I'm over dramatic.

I called yusra, her phone is switched off.
I am worried. should I visit her now I mean she lives only 3-4 blocks ahead..mm.. nah its 11:45..
let it be.
I wished Falak night and soon sleep over took me.

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My eyes snapped open. The irony was my phone was buzzing to Taylor Swift's love story, yusra used to sing that a lot so I made it her ringtone.
Groaning I picked her call...my eyes about to drop any minute...

"why in the world are you calling me at this odd hour? Everything's fine?"

"Everything's Alhamdulillah Ms.grumpy pants, can you come at the backyard now"

"What?? Ok I'm coming"

I thought of jumping from my balcony as it's the shortest way to the backyard which faces my room but it's dangerous enough to take me directly to hospital. and I don't think hospital authorities will be pleased to see me or have the guts to bare me. pftt.. Naive creatures!
Putting on a brown hoodie, i slowly went down.

There she was, standing in the corner, wearing a hoodie, oversized top and sweats; all of them black..and who wears black sunglasses at night. I swear she's on Bond mode. before i scold her she handed me a medium sized box.

"What's this?"
"4D"
"huh?"
"Double Decker Devils Delight from Oven's hot"
"OMG..double one really?"
"Can't eat whole.. Don't have a dungeon like you"
"ThanX...I won't complain about the time"
"Anything for you"

She was about to leave when she turned and with an evil smirk asked "btw who's that hottie in Hussain's balcony"

Shoot...

I went to my room, and slowly crept to the balcony, swiftly sat on the chair and opened the box...
Lights started coming out of the box,
I couldn't make eye contact with 4D,
Soft music started at the background,
flowers were showering on my sides,
I was looking at the cake,
Cake was looking at me,
It felt like hours have passed..

Okay back to reality that was just my 'weird imagination'

I was about to kiss it..
oops sorry.. bite it when I heard a masculine voice..
Last time I checked, my voice was much like a Lady..
Preferably Angelina Jolie.. 😉

"Got a chocolate cake delivery at 2 at night huh?"

Well I don't share my food and if it has chocolate in it,
then forget it.
But as big hearted I am, I formally asked him wishing he'll decline it..

"Want some"

No

No

No

"Nah.. I don't eat such stuff"

Allah tumhe khush rakhe
(May Allah bless you) for declining the offer.

I mentally thanked Allah.

"Hey, we didn't introduce ourselves... I'm Amna Qudrat"

"I'm Ibrahim khan"

"Pleasure to meet you Mr.Khan"

"Your pleasure is all mine"
He smirked..
Ugh.. Guys and their smirk!

We talked a little or say he was talking and I was engrossed in my cake.

"Good night "

"Good night Mr.Khan"

"And yes, before you sleep... just wash your face young lady"

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