Check the end of this chapter to find the meaning of the foreign words used here.

Enjoy!

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"My breath was stopping

because of not hearing your voice"- Ayan Siddique...

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Ayaah's POV:

A cool breeze hits me with a few droplets of rain as I stare outside my window. The noise of mild thunder hitting my eardrums as the sweet smell of rain mixed with mud hits my nostrils.

I don't know why, it always seems like I have a deep connection with rain. I can feel the Rahmah

Of Allah. Which makes me calm.

It's the first shower of rain in Karachi this year. It came along washing away all the bad feelings within my heart.

Just then my phone rings.

I check the caller Id and smirked.

It's the person I have the most unnamed relation with. He called a lot today. I ignored the call turning to the window.

It rang again for me to ignore it again.

At the last ring, I cut the call.

Ahh! How I love to irritate him like this.

I found it weird when there wasn't any call after this.

But just a few seconds later my sister Nikhar entered the room talking on the phone.

"Don't yell at me! Yah, I am already in her room." She said on her phone.

"Why aren't you picking up your phone?" She asked me to be irritated.

"My phone, my wish! Why are you bothered?" I said still looking at the window.

"Ayn bro wants to talk to you. And he is nagging me a lot. Please talk to him." She said handing me the phone.

"I am not talking to that HARAM PLATE OF BIRIYANI," I said fuming.

Nikhar gasps, "Ya Allah! She dragged biriyani man! You have definitely done something wrong."

He said something on the other side of the phone which Nikhar replied saying, "Ok now talk to her yourself. I can't be your owl." She handed me her

"If you don't want your new I phone to be shattered into pieces, then keep your phone to yourself," I said threatening her. She immediately grabbed her phone to her chest like it's her baby.

"You heard her, I can't take the risk! Solve your  problem on your own, bye!" She whispered to him then cut her call.

"Umm! Mom was calling you downstairs for breakfast." She said in a scared tone."Hmm, coming" I replied moodily.

"These two are impossible!" She whispered, but enough for me to hear.

It's not that I am an angry type of person. But when it's the case of him, I don't have any limitation of feelings.

Reasons are yet to find.

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"Assalamualaikum" I greeted my parents as I entered the dining room.

"Wa Alaikum Assalam dear/habibti." They both said together. My mom is from Pakistan and my dad's origin is Arab. So I get to hear these Habibi/Habibti pretty often.

I sat down for breakfast as my family sat too. I remained quiet as I am a quiet and no-nonsense type of girl.

"Looks like you are going somewhere, Ayaah?" Mom asked, looking at my appearance. I was wearing a black long frock with a grey belt on my waist and a dark green hijab on my head.

I paired it up with my black boots and leggings.

(AN: guys please don't cringe at the appearance description. I am terrible in this

*grins nervously*)

"Ya, for my art exhibition," I said eating my toast.

"Oh, actually Ayan called in the morning. He said you aren't picking up his calls?" She asked.

"You have to bring that boy between our conversations don't you!" My dad said irritated.

As expected!

"Mom, it's between me and him, ask him not to bring anyone between our fights," I said looking at them.

"That boy is a brat Ayaah! You should be away from him." My dad said with fury.

"When I said I don't want anyone between us then that includes you too!" I say intimidatingly.

"Come on dear! I was saying for your good" He replied a bit offended.

"Why do you have to hate him so much? My boy is so nice to you." My mom said.

"Ya, nice my foot! Have you seen him in business meetings? He doesn't even consider his relatives. Such an arrogant!" He said munching his toast.

"Salaam phoopa!" Came a voice.

Dad choked on his food as he looked at the entrance.

"Speak of the devil, the devil is here!" Dad muttered under his breath.

I roll my eyes, I didn't look back to see who is there. I know why he is here, but I ain't talking to him.

"You guys were talking about me?" He asked. I didn't miss to feel the mischievous smile on his lips as he was talking.

Dad gave a tight smile to him and asked, "What are you doing here?"

He took the seat right beside me as he began to speak, "I am here to see my wonderful phoopi and my dearest..." He trailed off as he turned to me and said, "Cousin!"

I still didn't look at him.

He approached to take my orange juice but I slapped his hand and said, "Grab your own." Angrily.

"Ah! At last some words in your mouth." He said with a smile that can take many girl's hearts out of their chest. But not mine!

I rolled my eyes.

"You are coming to our house pretty often now aren't you Ayan?" My dad said giving a fake smile to him.

"Why aren't you picking up my calls?" Ayn asked me ignoring dad. His eyes held some kind of emotions that can't be fathomed into words.

"See, how he ignored me! See?" Dad whispered to mom. "Be quiet Hamza. Can't you see they are talking something important" And Dad whined?

"Cut it out Ayh, don't be so silent. Tell me the main problem" He said to me being irritated.

"Mom, tell him I am not talking to him. Not now, not ever!" I told my mom, looking at the food.

"But I am talking to you! Now and Forever..."

I looked at him as he said this. His words had some deep meaning within it and sometimes I don't want to understand it.

"I have finished, I am leaving now." I got up and went out."Ayh, wait!" He yelled as he ran behind me.

"Ayan dear! Eat something before you leave." Mom yelled.

"Later phoopi!" He said before leaving the house.

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The rain has stopped now.

I am standing outside of my house for almost 15 minutes but can't get any cab. Where all the cabs died today? I don't use any cars as I want to live my life in a simple style... I don't care what other people think.

Just then a black Mercedes Benz came in front of me. As the window slides and I see Ayan there. Arghh! This guy.

"What's your problem?" I asked.

"Can't get any cab?" He replied as he smirked.

I gasped, "You did something with them, didn't you?"

"Power of a business tycoon baby!" He winked at me.

"Don't you have a business to handle? Mister business tycoon?" I asked with sarcasm.

"No business is more important than you Ayaah!"

His words, I don't know why it hits so hard. One sentence of him and I lose completely.

Why am I so important Ayn?

Having no other option I entered his car. As he already knows where I was going.

"So this cold treatment is because I didn't pick up your calls last night, isn't it?" He said looking at the road.

Well, it was a reason. Cause I called him a lot last night but he didn't pick up. The reason for my call was that I got a big project from a big company and I wanted him to know it first. But when he didn't pick up, I thought he was busy so I didn't call him later.

But I wanted to know his reaction that what happens if I don't pick up his calls.

Will he become restless like me?

"If you wanted to tell me about your new project, I know it already. And knowing you, I know that you aren't someone who fusses over these small things. So I know you did this whole drama to irritate me!" He said as he hits my head lightly.

"Ouch! No. Why would I do that to irritate you? It's just that I wanted to tell you first."

I say whining.

"Cause you wanted to get a reaction out of me. To see I was restless or not."

This guy, why does he know me so well!

"Well, if you wanted to get a reaction out of me then you're successful. Cause I wasn't feeling like myself. My breath was stopping because of not hearing your voice" He said as my heart raced like a horse. I looked at him wide-eyed.

He looked at me and cracked up, " Joking!" He said.

Why you little good looking devil!

I didn't say anything after that. He deserves his cold treatment!

"Ya know, I just wanted to know, what will you do when you get married. I won't be with you to share  then!"  He said making a straight face. His words had hidden emotions.

For some seconds I was silent. What should I say?

"He will be my husband, won't he? With my will or without it Allah Will create my bond with him. I won't need anyone else than" I said looking at my hands.

He pressed the break immediately.

I could see the change in his expressions.

"What?"

"Nothing, we are here."

"Oh," I say as I get out of the car.

But he was still sitting there thinking something.

I hit his head with my palm "Come out you 6 feet tall caveman!"  I yelled at him.

"Stop yelling woman! I am coming" He came out being irritated.

I know he is my habit. I can't get rid of him easily. But I choose not to think of it so much.

I live in the present and if the future is painful then shoot it...

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But does she know, that the

future she is talking about,

is full of the present...

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Some important things

Rahmah: Blessing from God.

Habibti: My love. (for female)

Haram: Things Allah has forbidden

Phoopi- is used to call the father's sister.

Phoopa- is used to call the father's sister's husband.

Assalamualaikum-May peace be upon you

We Alaikum Assalam: May peace be upon you too.

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