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"Of course I won't miss you, the same way you won't miss me after your marriage!"- Ayan Siddique.

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Ayaah's POV:

I see the clear night sky from the window, sparkling with stars... Peaceful climate, but my heart is way too much away from peace...

My face was buried more into the pillow. Tears made their way out as I remembered my conversation with Mahira.

My heart is wrenching at the thought of Ayan with someone else. What the hell should I do!

He has become my... my... habit! This habit is way too bad, and I am being like a child right now!

The thing that I was avoiding for so long is happening! What will he think when he'll find this out?

Stop being a child Ayaah! Your childishness will create a mess... Ayan can't be with you for the rest of his life! He needs to get married someday.

I have made myself understand a thousand times but I can't hold back my tears. My eyes by now are swollen and nose red like anything!

"Oi Ayu! What happened to our movie date?"

I heard Nick coming to my room.

"I am not coming Nick. Leave me alone for sometimes!" I say controlling my tears.

"Hey, hey, hey.. were you crying Ayu?" She asked coming near me and sat right beside me, "Did someone say anything to you? Did you fight with Ayan bro?"

"Nick please leave me for sometimes... " I couldn't complete when she interrupted, "No, no.. not at all. I ain't leaving you knowing you will cry the whole night. Now tell me jaani.. what's the matter."

I got up from the bed and wiped my tears. Sometimes Nikhar acts much more mature than her age.

"Api, now tell me what's bothering you.." she said as she kissed my hand.

"Nick... what will you do, I mean.. when you are habitual to someone so much that you don't want that someone to go away from you!" I asked sniffing.

She smiled. Wait, why is she smiling! Did I say something funny?

"That depends on is that someone, actually your habit or something else!"

Something else? But what?

"What do you mean Nick?" I asked her astonished.

"My jaani... I want to say that..." She couldn't finish as my phone rang

Who else can it be other than Ayan?

I have been ignoring his calls since I came back. I can't let him see my vulnerability. He will probably think I am mad.

But I can't ignore him in front of Nikhar.

I picked up the call as I swallowed the lump in my throat, "Hello!"

"Oi, Ayh.. why didn't you replied to the pic that I sent you from the party?" I heard him say.

"I didn't notice.. sorry.."  I said with a down voice.

"Hey, hey, wait a minute.. were you crying? Why is your voice so low?" He sounded worried.

"No, it's just that I have a sore throat!" I said ignoring the look that Nikhar was giving me.

"It's a white lie bro... don't believe her! She was crying a lot just some moments before!" Nikhar screamed. I tried to cover the phone but it was already late. Ayan heard everything. Ya Allah! This girl, Arghh!

"Ayh, you were crying? Why? What happened.. did someone say something to you?" He asked concerned.

"Hello, hello? Ayn... I can't hear you are you there? hello.." I cut the call. Pheww!

"You idiot Nick! Why did you have to tell him?" I whisper yelled at her ready to murder her.

"Well, why did you have to hide it!" She said with the same tone.

"Nick, you are going out of hand lately! Leave right now or you will be murdered right here this instant!" I screamed at her. I swear she is gonna pay for this!

"Leaving Jaana! You don't have to yell at me now.."

I cut her, "OUT!" She ran from there hearing my tone. Ya Allah! Give me some patience...

The phone rang a few times, then it stopped... Alhamdulillah!

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Tring Tring... Tring Tring...

I opened my eyes as I heard my phone ring. I checked the time and it's 1:30 now. Which idiot called me at this time of the night!

I checked the caller id and it's none other than my 6 feet tall CAVEMAN.

"What kind of HARAAM SHARBAT are you on Mr. Siddique! That you are calling me at this time of the night!"

I yelled half-awake on the phone as I picked it up.

"Hey, hey.. relax Ayh. I just wanted to check on you." I heard him say...

Wait a minute! Why does it feel like the sound is coming from here?

Anyways! "Just because of that you've called me? God! I was deep in sleep Ayan, why did you have to wake me up!" I said as I pouted.

"Well, we didn't finish our conversation! And Ayan Siddique doesn't like something unfinished..."  He said with his usual attitude-filled voice.

But I again felt that the voice from the other side is coming from here.

"Oi, Ayan. Show your attitude later, but why do I feel like your voice is coming from somewhere near?" I asked confused.

"Umm... Ayaah! About that, are you wearing your hijab?" He asked as I got confused.

"Why would I wear a hijab while sleeping Ayan? Are you alright!" I asked amused.

"Well, wear it now... cause I am hanging behind your window, grabbing it's sides. Will you open it sona pie? Pretty please!"

He what! Ya Allah, I don't wanna leave!

And top of that his cliche nicknames, Arghhh!

"What the hell are you doing there!" I said as I quickly grabbed my hijab and wear it loosely around my head. I went to my window and opened it. And there he was hanging like a monkey wearing his three-piece suit... The monkey nickname I gave him once in childhood, is the correct one...

He smiled at me showing his 32 teeth together.

"Hey, sona pie!" He said with a cheeky smile.

"Wallahi, Ayn, if you wouldn't be hanging like this, I would've killed you with my own hands!" I said angrily.

"That, you can do right now too!" He said with his breathtaking smile...

"You.. shut up right now, I don't have the mood! And hurry, climb up... if my dad sees you he will kill you before me!" I said giving him space to climb up.

"What kind of childishness is this Ayn? Why are you here at this time of the night, and how did you climb up?"  I asked annoyed.

"Oh! I climbed up grabbing the pipe there." He said giving me his nervous smile.

"What! Ya Allah, is that PIPE okay, you caveman! How could you put your elephant-sized body's weight on those poor PIPEs?" I said checking on my pipe... well I did that just to irritate him... I love it when he is irritated!

"Ayaah? You don't care about me falling from there but freaking out at the thought of something happening to those Pipes?" He said as I bit the inside of my cheek to control my chuckle.

"Of course! Cause it gives me water supply..."

I said innocently.

"Arghhh! Whatever...  Now come to the main point.. why were you crying?" He asked as I suddenly remembered that topic and instantly my face fell.

"It's nothing Ayan, if you just came to ask me about this then I would like to inform you that it's nothing serious.. you should leave from here now," I said not looking at him.

"Woah! Easy, woman. Okay, you don't wanna tell me about it, fine! But I ain't leaving you like this knowing that you're still sad! Let's go out from ice cream, what say?" He asked as I looked at him amused. He is high on something mannn!

"Ice cream? That too at this hour! Are you out of your mind?"

"Don't underestimate the power of Ayan Siddique, Ayh. If I order, any ice cream parlor can be open at this time." He said with his signature style. And made a call in front of me.

"Hello, Ayan Siddique here. I want this ice cream parlor open Now!" He said with a voice that I haven't heard before. WOAH! He was sounding like a whole different human being.

"Ayaah, you come from the main gate and I am going down climbing those PIPES." He said highlighting the word pipe. I chuckled inwardly.

"Okay, but don't put too much pressure on them, they can break!" I said and suppressed my laugh as I saw him giving a 'Real' look.

But my heart accelerated seeing him coming near me... Coming close to me he corrected my hijab, carefully so that his hand doesn't touch my skin.

"Correct your appearance before coming out... Okay, sona pie!" He said with a caring voice.

Ya Allah! Why are you making this harder for me Ayan?

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I dig into my chocolate caramel ice cream as I see him smiling looking towards me.

"What?" I asked as my mouth was full of ice cream.

He chuckled, "Well, I missed this childishness of yours."

I smiled, more like blushed.

"Why are your cheek and nose getting red? Are you feeling cold Ayh?" He asked worriedly.

Ya Rahman! Why is he like this...

"Ayan it's nothing like that!" I replied.

"How can it be nothing? God, you shouldn't have come here!"

"Ayn, stop it now.. leave it."

"But!"

"No buts.. actually Ayn, I wanted to ask you something," I said finally gaining my courage.

"Ya?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"Do you know about Mahira Iqbal?"  I asked looking at my ice cream.

"I... I do, but why are you asking?" He looked at me confused.

"Well, she does look beautiful doesn't she?" I asked as I felt my heart-wrenching.

"Well, she does look like a great businesswoman." He said watching me keenly.

"If given a chance, will you think about marrying her?" I said as my eyes held tears.

"Haha! Why this sudden question sona pie?" He asked chucking.

"Answer Ayn!"

"Okay, okay! Well, she is good looking and all but not my type." He said smiling at me.

Huh, In your face Mahira!

I sighed in relief as I heard that. No matter how much Mahira chases him. Until he agrees, she can't do anything.

"Oh, and another question, you will get married someday. Then, will you miss me when you get married?" I asked looking mischievously at him.

"Of course I won't miss you, the same way you won't miss me after your marriage!" He said giving me a tight smile. Oh, he remembers that conversation of ours (First Chapter)

"Are you taunting me?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"Astagfirullah! Taunting you? This much capability in me?" He said suppressing his smile.

"Whatever!" I rolled my eyes

I dig more into my ice cream and my mouth relished the taste, as it melted in my mouth.

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Ayan's POV:

I feel my heart at ease as I see Ayaah smiling.

Your smile is the most important for me Ayh. If you stop smiling then the world seems to lose its colors.

I found the peace in you which I wasn't able to find.

The thought of Mahira's proposal at today's party wasn't letting me live in peace.

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Sona pie- Golden pie.

Astagfirullah- I seek forgiveness from God.

Jaana/Jaani/Jaan: My love.