Hello jaanis!! Missed me? xD
Okay, as promised, here's a happy wala chapter for you all.
I thought that since Shehry was so graceful to bless us with 2 vlogs, woh bhi from Pakistan (YAY!!!) I should update too.
Guys, I'm really busy with stuff right now, so I will probably not be able to update so much...but I will update as much as I can, I just don't feel right giving short chapters with no quality. I'm a bit of a perfectionist (like our Shehry ;)) So I may take some time.
But please continue supporting me the way you have! It means the world to me. Please vote, comment, recommend, follow...please :)
This update is kind of long, to make up for my absence.
Enjoy! <3 <3
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Shehry's POV
"Mama!" I yelled from upstairs, getting impatient. "Hussain ne phir se meri shirt pehn li!"
"Tum kuch aur pehen lo na! Ab main nanga kar doon Hussain ko?" She shouted from downstairs. Hussain smirked at me and left. I let out a frustrated breath and started rummaging through my closet.
"Ek toh shirt nahi mil rahi, upar se yeh bada smirk maar raha hai. Bada aaya chota bhai." I muttered nonsense under my breath as I sorted through the clothes. I stopped when I heard my phone ringing.
"Hello?" I set the phone between my ear and shoulder and continued looking through.
"Shehry!" Ayaan's excited voice boomed through my speakers. I winced and pulled the phone away from my ear.
"Haan Ayaan bolo?"
"Aaj tum restaurant par aa rahe ho, ek surprise hai."
"Konsa restaurant?" I asked distractedly.
"Main address bhej raha hoon, please mana mat karna. Oh and bring Hussain, Waqas and Atif too. Unse bhi mil lenge."
"Okay, what time?"
"Eight." I thought over it and agreed to him. "Good, now Allah Hafiz" He hung up hurriedly.
Isko kyun aag lagi hui hai?
Shoving aside my curiosity, I rang up Atif and informed him about Ayaan's invitation.
"Yeh Ayaan wohi hai na? Teri wali ka bhai? Tera hone wala saala?" I rolled my eyes at his suspicious tone, trying to fight the irritation in me at the subtle jab towards Sakinah.
"Ayaan mera college ka dost hai. Haan, Sakinah uski behen hai lekin mujhe pata nahi tha. Usne hum sab ko bulaya hai aath baje."
"Haan toh pohanch jaayenge, tujhe zyaada jaldi nahi hai?" I hung up before he could continue teasing.
It's been nearly two months since that incident at Sakinah's home, and my mind has been stuck there completely. There was something different about that family, something I wasn't able to put my finger on. The way that Sabrina clung to Sakinah told a thousand things at once, but I wasn't able to grasp any of those things. They were flying towards me before I could even react.
"Shehryaar, thank you for coming and I'm sorry ke hum theek se aapki mehman-nawazi nahi kar paaye."
Her brush-off rang in my ears. I hated to admit it, but it hurt. Even though I'd resolved to stay far away from her, I still wanted to be there for her. Her shutting me off like that was not helping my case at all. I'd texted her countless times but she would always reply with crisp, short answers. After a while, I sort of just stopped.
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