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Samiha's POV
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"SubhanAllah..." I murmured as I sat there on a bench in our garden, witnessing a new day.... the sky had a pinkish glow as the sun was rising. I always loved this part of day when everything seemed beautiful.. no hustle bustle of the city... I guess I took this love of nature from my dad... speaking of dad oh Allah!! I miss him already although he left yesterday only, but every weekend with him is a perfect one... he got here at Friday night but still took us out for dinner..
On Saturday we visited our uncle and yesterday.... well what could we do besides shopping on Sunday.
Although mom was berserk as I don't care for my things and
blah blah buuttt..
You can't possibly take a girl's love for shopping that easily... I'm sure mom was the same as me when she was young. In fact I was wondering where did mom and dad first met??? In college??? Hmm I'll surely ask for their love story today... wait wait wait what's the time??? "Oh Allah!! I'm surely late" I jumped up as I watched the time on my wrist watch and hurriedly went back to home... this stupid park this stupid place... uuurrgghh I don't usually come here but i usually sit on my balcony but since today I woke up early so I had gone for a walk in the park.

But see here I am.. late and frustrated.. I wonder how will I accomplish my dream when I even forget the time .. I slipped inside the house and tiptoed to my room to get ready since my mother could be heard making breakfast and.... hey is this Akbar talking to mum?? Is he alright?? What is he doing awake this early.. I was about to go confront him but remembered that I'm late already and hurried to my room.

After getting ready in record 15 mins I descended downstairs and i was satisfied to see I wasn't that late.. I'm so gonna make my routine proper from now onwards.

***At University***

Uurrggghhhh... This university and it's rules... Now they want all last year students to have cumulative personality development classes... I mean come on dude what a criminology student will do in this class... Anyways there is no point in complaining. .

"Not Bad" i mentally thought its not that useless as it sounds. it is actually good to develop analytical skills and our lecturer Ms. Rukayya Adams is really lovely and kind... Almost after half period a girl rushed in saying sorry and blabbering her reasons for being late. And as i said Ms Adams is kind enough ...so she let her in and asked her to introduce herself. "Aiman Ahmed ,Last year law student " the girl said with an embarrassed grin.

After class i was hungry so i dragged my best friend Farah to canteen , just to stuff my tummy with yummy kachori(A Pakistani food).. But as usual Farah was on her diet so she refused to have anything oily and settled for yogurt... i mean seriously who can survive on yogurt... And me? who cares about oil when it tastes heavenly AND i can burn those calories with extra workout... yeah u heard it right... i do workout... you know if u wanna be a successful detective it's necessary to have good health and physique... and my father ,being protective for his not-so-lil girl, had set up a gym in our house..

Oh we Live close to Mall Road in Lahore. If you ever get time to visit Lahore you should definitely head over to the Mall Road and you should go further to Anarkali market too. It will be an awesome experience for you.

Finally it was my turn to order... I eagerly said "Bhaiya(brother). one kachori please" and i noticed that me and that same girl who was late for class had ordered the same thing simultaneously.. I grinned at her and she replied with a cute shy smile of hers. I noticed she was alone and guessed her friends must not have come today so me being the cool person I am, I invited her to join our table.. she hesitated first but accepted nonetheless.

Ya Allah!!! I love making new friends and she seemed like a good fella. I was sure we would hit it off quickly.... at the table we introduced ourselves and I was right she was a crazy and jovial person inside a shy blanket...
"Welcome to my crazy circle Aiman" I told her before departing for our classes ane she high five-ed me...

***At Home***

A photo of Samiha Mirza

"mom I m Home" i yelled as soon as i stepped my feet in house... Mom was on phone so she hushed me and gestured me to wash hands and change clothes... "Typical Mom" i murmured on my way to my room.

After wearing random pajamas i went to kitchen to grab and apple and was waiting for my mom to finish her call. once she finished she rushed to me happily "woah mom calm down why are u so excited? " I asked...
"Ghazala is getting married" she said.

"Ghazala?? Who?? Ghazala!!! to Whom?? I don't know any Ghazala... woman I'm sure you are mistaken" I said feigning nonchalance although I was squealing from inside. You see Ghazala is my cousin as well as my best friend and she lives in Azaad Pur.

Azaad Pur is the name of our village. It's on the edge of the "Thal" desert of Pakistan.

But isn't this the best friend rule to be told everything first-hand and not from your parents... so yeah THUS I don't know this ghazala who didn't tell me this awesome news herself. She broke our rule.

"Allah Allah Samiha where did you learn to be this dramatic... Go start packing we are going Azaad Pur this weekend " mom shooed me.

"What do you mean ,We are going this weekend mom??? She's getting married this weekend?? What's the hurry??"

"I've so much to do sam go make the lists of things required we only have this week for preparations"

Hmmm I can feel something fishy... I wonder what it is?? I started thinking myself. "Or its only my inner so called detective abilities speaking.'" my brain put in. "oh shut up you!!" I shut my mind off n went to my room.

Whatever the reason, In the end I'm going to my village.. my love .

"Azaad Pur Here I Come".

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Aiman's POV
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"Good Morning Mom" I said as I walked downstairs.

"Asalam Alaikum..so how was your sleep?" mom said as she looked up. She was reading a newspaper when I walked into the living room.

"Walaikum Salaam..well my sleep was good as usual" I replied as I hugged her.

"Come on now...Don't be late for your university... Quickly Child!! Quickly look your breakfast is already ready" mom pointed towards a plate on the table, full of pancakes.

"Aww I love pancakes" I said while grabbing that plate.

After finishing my breakfast I went to my university.

Oh we live inside the University. My Mom is a teacher in this University, so we live in the apartment that was given to her. All teachers are given an apartment if they choose to live inside the University. My mom doesn't know anyone else in this city, so we live here. Plus, my mom is very dedicated to her job.

Books have been her BAE since forever. In our living room there is a photo of her youth days. In the photo she is holding a trophy and it says
"Baikhala Championship" . My Mom says it was an essay competition. Bhaikhala was the name of the area where she used to live with her parents. My mom never told me much about her childhood. Her Past is a secret for me. Maybe she hates her past or maybe something bad happened. I don't know.

If my mind is not failing me "Bhaikhala" sounds like some random village in Sindh. (Sindh is a province/state of Pakistan.)

What is the proof? Her Wardrobe is full of Sindhi clothes. :-)
Genius ain't I? haha

A photo of my mom is her youth

***LATER IN THE EVENING***

"What's this Aiman?" Mom raises her voice. I turn back and saw that was holding my wallet.

"What mom?" I said with curiosity.

"You have 3000 Rupees(Pakistani Currency) in your wallet!! where did you get such a huge amount?" Mom asked.

Now I was worried cause this was the pocket money that Dad secretly gave me last week.

"Ohhh I...mom...this is.....I saved it." I knew I was in deep trouble now.

"Oh alright but why do you have such a huge amount in your wallet, put it somewhere safe." mom replied. Now she was calm again. This was weird! Why didn't she get angry?

Phew...!!! Thank Allah

"I was about to put it somewhere safe" I told her.

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Mom's POV (Fiza's POV)
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So she has 3000 Rupees in her wallet. I am 100% sure her Dad gave it to her. But she won't tell me cause she thinks I don't know about her secret meetings with her Dad.

Oh I hate that man. He will ruin this girl. She's too little to have such a huge pocket money.

She thought I wouldn't notice her going out of the university area all alone. Yup I followed her once a few years ago and there he was meeting my girl in that cafe. I guess he still meets my Aiman.

I didn't want her to know about it cause I don't wanna break her tiny little heart cause she will start hating her dad, If I tell her about what happened between us.

That Man is an egomaniac.
Uggghhhhhh
He still has been writing letters to me since the last 5 years even though I never reply back.

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Aiman's POV
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it was 11pm and still I was having trouble dozing off to sleep.

Then I started feeling thirsty and I decided to go and drink a glass a water. She must have gone off to sleep while reading her novel. I didn't wanna disturb her thus I quietly fetched a glass of water and drank it. While I was going back I heard my mom saying something in her sleep.

"You chose your Ancestral Throne over your heart! How could you do that?" she said and kept repeating "how could you?" over and over.

I guess she must be dreaming about her novel or maybe she was having a bad dream.
Well this happens to everyone. Almost Everyone.

***Next Morning ***

Today it was a Sunday.
yeeeyyyy
I love Sundays. :-)

A photo of Aiman Ahmad

After breakfast I thought about teasing mom about the dream she was having last night.

"Mom so who chose a Throne over his heart?" I looked at her and laughed. She was busy as usual with her morning newspaper. She turned around and at once went pale. She gave me a weird look as if I had caught a secret.

"What??? what throne? whose throne?" she said as she turned back to read her newspaper.

"Just joking...haha...you were saying this sentence in your sleep last night. I just heard you" I said while opening our window.

"Well I guess it was a bad dream" mom explained.

"Mom yesterday I made a new friend. Her name is Samiha Mirza....she's..." I was saying this but then all of a sudden mom dropped her cup of tea with a Bang.

"Samiha Mirza???" she asked and didn't even care about the broken cup of tea on the floor.

"I don't know..i can't remember her surname. She dreams about being a detective.. She's a fun person." I finished.

Then my mom stared at me as if I was a ghost.

"Mom what happened?" I asked her with curiosity.

"nothing!! just that I was ...just thinking about something.... so tell me more about her. How does she look like? " mom asked me. Now she had her back turned to me as she got down to pick up the broken pieces of the cup of tea.

"Well she's almost as tall as me. We are the same age. We ordered the same food...and..." I was talking but my mom intercepted me.

"So where does she live? " my mom asked.

"oh I don't know. But I am sure she doesn't live inside the university campus like us." I replied.

Well After that my mom went to the kitchen and I started watching TV.

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Mom's POV (Fiza's POV)
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"Samiha Mirza? Oh my...my Samiha" I thought to myself as a few tears dropped from my eyes.

"My little Samiha all grown up...But i know Shahzad he is against education of Women. This Samiha can't be my Samiha.... Just a coincidence." I thought.

I didn't want Aiman to know about this so I went into the kitchen straight away.

"Ya Allah!!! Give me a chance to see my Samiha with my own sinful eyes" I said as I made a prayer to God.

Guys thanks for reading our chapter.

I would like to Thank my Co-writers
AimanShoaib
samichauhan

Remember guys we are looking forward to your feedback.

Sorry for the delay. I had an exam last week.

I am sure you will stick with our novel till the end.
Thanks again.