ARMAAN'S POV:
"Thankyou so much" I replied to the call.
I am so happy. I've never been this happy. I clearly remmber the day when I took dua to the hospital. The nurse said that the report had to come in and today they did.
All my hard work has resulted today. Dua is pregnant. We are having baby. What it would be. I don't know how long it's been. I have to get her to hospital to know everything. But how come the lady itself doesn't realizes anything.
Well dua doesn't knows it yet. I am gonna surprise her. I assumed that someday I'll get this news by her but it doesn't seem like it. So smart I gave my number to the hospital and not her.
I want to see her face how would she react. Tough she's gonna have her piece of mind about how careless she is. Don't she noticed her periods missing. Oh what should I do to this girl. I'll pray zuhur along with shukrana and then I'll go give her the news. I kept my phone on silent. I don't want anyone to interrupt my one to one with my Lord.
After it I left for home but not that easily. I buy her gifts first. Her favorite icecream, chocolate and teddy bear. She's gonna get annoyed after receiving a teddy bear. Absolutely annoyed. I can't wait to see her and break the news. I can't wait for mini me or mini dua. Oh please be mini dua.
As soon as I wanted to reach home but the nature was all against me. First the traffic and then the accident in the middle of the road. Uff.
I looked around on the road to see a couple in the car with a baby. What a perfect time. Ya Allah bless us with a healthy child. I still remmber the day at the mansion when I saw her. Her beautiful feature captivated me within seconds. I really tried very hard to not think about her. But I ended up very badly falling for her. She is special to me. She will always be. I hated myself for hurting her initially. I was fool of me to talk some pretty bad shit on our first night after wedding. It hurt her and I'll never forgive my self for it.
The day when we were on the roof top with half conscious dua beside me. I knew she was broken and completely damaged. And I wanted to fix her. It hurts to see someone that broken. I'll admit when arham came that day. I only wanted her because she was broken and I badly wanted her to fix.
I wanted her to live her life. I wanted her be herself. I wanted her to fight for her self. With her baba , her sister whole world. But then I realized she could fight with whole world for herself but she can't fight with her baba for herself. She married me. But she lost the fight against her baba.
That's why I decided that she wasn't any glass that was needed to be fixed. She was a wound that needed to be healed. A wound that was needed to be taken care of. I gave her what she needed. She was a complete person now. She opened up to me told me how ayesha's mother treated her. How she wasn't really loved and cared by anyone. How she said I am her knight in shinning armour.
But she was not alone who changed. She changed me too. She made me fall for her. She can make me do things no could. I loved her. She made me hopeless romantic. And that girl whom I saw in UK it's funny to see how thing were up now. But bottom line is that dua. I am trully completely in love with you. What people say
MADE FOR EACH OTHER or something.
Finally. Finally I am home. After a very long time. I was. But I see a car parked outside. Do we have any guest. Please say no. I want privacy with my wifey so that I can bring out the cat out of the box.
I went in. The maid seems frightened when she opened the door. Is something wrong. I walk in only to find ayesha in. Why is she here. After what she did to harm her sister why is she actually here. No armaan not today. Nothing can spoil my mood today. I greeted her with a salaam with so force. She replied.
"Where is dua." I asked her.
"Dua. Dua." I called for her. She wasn't in the room. I fished my phone in the pocket. There were many call from home. She's been trying to call. I called on her cell but it was abruptly declined. Why is she ain't picking up her call. Is something wrong. I tried her few more time until it went to switch off. What the hell.
I climbed down the stairs. Ayesha was still sitting on the couch. She stood when saw me coming. The good news can wait. I have to deal with this women first. She can harm my wife she had already done that many a time.
"Now. Stop acting and tell me were exactly dua is." I yelled at her. Don't test my patience women. Don't.
She didn't said anything. A took a breath and looked down to a paper on the table.
I took it in my hand and examined it.
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