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20 Years Forward
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Samiha's POV
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"Assalam Alaikum mama. Good morning!!!" I chirped happily kissing my mum on the cheek and sliding onto the chair for breakfast.
"Walaikum Salaam beti(daughter). Did you wake up Akbar???"
"Yup. He must be on his way down."
"Ah!! Last year of studies... I'm so excited to finish my studies and finally step foot into the practical world and have....."
"Don't start again now Samiha. You are getting late again" my mum scolded me playfully.

You see I am Samiha Mirza daughter of Nawabzada(Prince) Azharuddin who is a renowned politician and it has always been my dream to be a detective who is known at least on national level. I may or may not have a bad habit of daydreaming...haha!
But who caress...
Not me at least!

Oh and my mom's name is Sajjal Fatima Mirza. She's just a housewife.

Back to reality.
After the breakfast table.

"Mooommmm tell him to hurry up. I'm getting late." I whined
"Coming coming" Akbar called sliding out of his chair and heading towards the living room to fetch the car keys
"Allah Hafiz(Fi aman illah) mom. Remember us in your Duas(prayers)"
I raised my voice a bit while going out of the house.
Ah!! Last year of prison... here we go

8 Hours Later

I finally stumbled into the home and collapsed onto the living room couch. What can I do I was so tired...
"Maamaaaa I'm hooooome n staaarrviiinnngggg.. feed meee before I starve to death..." I called dramatically, for which I was replied by a slipper.
"Oww what was that for??? In fact what's with the mothers n the slippers huh?? I asked rubbing myself.
"How many times do I have to tell you never say anything about dying Samiha??? Now First, go change and then come down"

With this we both shared a laugh.
Mom loves me a lot.

"Okay okay I'm going... someone is in a bad mood today I guess" I mumbled the last part while getting up from the couch.

"I heard that" she called from the kitchen.
My mom has to the most passionate housewife ever. She loves her work soooo much ..haha

Later that day dad called and told me that he would be coming this weekend and I was ecstatic.

You see, he lives in our village for obvious reasons while me my mum and my brother live in Lahore for our studies but my dad spends every first week of month with us and its the week which i always eagerly await.

Oh my Allah I'm so gonna go for shopping with him this weekend. I will force him. haha... he hates shopping though, he finds it boring.

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Aiman's POV
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"Mom!!!!! can't we eat Dahi Balley(a famous food) today????" I said after observing the dinner that mom was cooking. She was making daal(a name of a dish). It's just soooo dull.

"Be happy with what Allah wrote in your Destiny Aiman!!" mom replied will focusing on the daal that she was cooking.

"Yeah but!!...." I simultaneously replied but mom didn't let me continue.

"No buts Aiman!" She said.

Let me introduce myself. I am Aiman Ahmad. I am THE ONLY CHILD of my mom, she raised me on her own on just a modest salary and that salary is barely able to meet the monthly expenses. She's an independent single mom. Oh and she's a Professor of Urdu in the famous Punjab University Lahore.

My Dad?? I don't know much about him. He and mom called off their marriage 17 years ago when I was 3 years old. He visits me after every month but my mom doesn't know about it at all. haha!! He also gives me a secret pocket money. BUT don't tell this to my mom ever!!!!

After dinner I went straight to bed because I had to go to my university tomorrow.

The Next Morning

"Wake up Aiman! you are getting late" this familiar voice woke me up. It was mom.

"Mom what time is it?" I enquired.

"7am Dumbo" she replied.

"OMA!!!! 7AM!!!...mom I am gonna be late today.. OMA!" I spoke up.

"You can still make it Aiman" My mom tried to encourage me.

"I hope so" I replied as I quickly got out of bed and quickly took a shower and straight away got ready and off I went straight to the university.

Oh!! I forgot to mention. I am studying Law. I always wanted to be a lawyer. Some of the world's biggest personalities were lawyers and they inspired me a lot.

A Few Hours Later

I was in the university library and I was deep in my books.

"Aiman!!! girl you are studying too much" I heard this and I looked up. Who else could it be. it was my friend Shayma. My best buddy ever. My Soul Sister.

"Shayma!! Asalam Alaikum" I greeted her with a smile.

"Walaikum Salaam. May I join you? Your Highness" Shayma asked.

"Haha of course Sweetie" I replied. After this we started our daily group study session.

The day passed by as usual. Neither exciting nor boring. Just a typical day in the life of a law student. All my life my mom taught me the importance of education and that women should never hold back in this race called "Life".

Later that Night

" Aiman I have a surprise for you....." my mom said with a cute smile on her face.

"...But you will have to guess it" She continued.

"Haha... wait let me think...hmmm..." I was trying my best to guess it.
I Looovvvveeee surprises.

"Come on my child. Give it your best shot" mom said as she put her soft hand on my head and played with my hair a bit.

"....Is dad coming over?...oppppppsssss..I didn't mean it mom!" I stopped as I realized that I had used the forbidden word.

"Aiman I told you before never mention your dad in front of me." Mom replied as I saw that the smile that was shining on her face a few moments earlier, was now no where to be seen.

"Sooorrrryyy Mom" I said in a soft voice while lowering my gaze. I didn't want this to happen.

"Well don't say it next time......"

"I will try my best" I was still looking down.

"Hey baby! don't you want to know about the surprise?" my mom asked me.

I was still looking down when my mom put a plate of Dahi Balley in front of me. Seeing this I looked straight up at mom with a huge smile and I hugged her. Dahi Balley is my BAE. haha....
and with this my mom was smiling again. She's the most important thing in my life.

After 1 Week

Today I was gonna meet my dad. He comes over on the first Sunday of every month. We always meet at the a cafe a bit away from the university. It has been our secret hiding place cause mom would never ever walk into such a cafe. She's against wasting precious time. She's a strict formal person.

I walked into the cafe and my dad was already waiting for me.

I quickly walked towards my dad and hugged him.

"Asalam Alaikum Aiman! now are you gonna squeeze your old man to death." he said with shades of his fabulous sense of humour.

"Walaikum Salaam" I said as I released him.

"Come on.. sit and tell me all about your last month." Dad said as he pointed towards a pre-reserved table.

My Dad looks like someone from the 15th century. He loves his cultural Clothes a lot. All his Shalwar Kameez(Cultural dress of Pakistan) are white in colour as he says this is sign of simplicity.

Then as it happens always, me and dad kept chatting till it was 3pm. I always leave at this time cause mom would get suspicious if I stay away from home too much. Oh and whenever I have to meet my dad I tell her that I am going over to Shayma's house and I also tell Shayma to ascertain it ,if my mom ever calls her to check on me.

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AimanShoaib
samichauhan

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