آج ہوا ہے ملاپ اس موسامِ بہار میں-
سمجھ نہی آیا یے ہم جیت میں ہیں یا ھار مین-
Aaj hua hai milaap iss mausam e bahaar mein,
Samajh na aya ye hum jeet mein hain ya haar mein,
(Today we have met in this season of spring,
I don't know whether we are winning or losing)
"Ao na beta, ab yahan tak aa gaye toh andar bhi aa jao. Have a cup of tea before you go."
("Come child, you've come this far, you might as well come inside as well. [...]")
Musibat. Who...? Oh crap. *mental facepalm*
Why are they bringing bhai's friend inside.
"Aima, soch kya rahi ho? Chalo andar bas."
("Aima, what are you thinking about? Just come inside now.")
Samia Mirza's determination was not one to be trifled with, so obviously they were to give in. And obviously, now Ainna had to stay hidden in the drawing room. There was no way she was facing random strangers in this state. Ugh, she thought, now she'd have to keep the music down as well. Khair, they couldn't stop her from dancing, obviously. Noor ul Ain Mirza, not unlike her mother, was not a force to be reckoned with. She could do anything and everything. And so, she would dance... After making sure the door was closed anyways.
Asim bhaiyya doted on her, and Ainna also loved her brother just as much. She was truly ecstatic for this wedding, just imagining the hungama that was about to happen made her want to cry. Tears of joy of course, but tears, nonetheless. Although... At this point, she saw Amna as an older sister as well. And with sisters and their bidaai came tears. So Ainna wasn't entirely sure she'd be able to stop her waterworks from leaking when the time for the rukhsati came. But this wasn't the time to think about that. Leave it to her brain to become upset at such a joyous occasion, really.
So, she danced. She danced and danced and prepared dance routines to last a lifetime, in the comfort of her drawing room. With the door closed. Except, because the door to the drawing room was never usually closed, Ainna didn't realise that it didn't actually close properly. The latch was loose, so it slipped open, a crack like gap at first but one that got larger over time. She danced on, unaware that she was in danger of being seen. And seen she was. Oh, what a spectacle.
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At Samia's insistence, Aziz looked towards his mother, who could only smile at her friend's zid.
"Chalo theek hai, waise bhi khali ghar mein jaa k kya karein ge hum bhi. Aziz ke abba aur Mahnoor toh hain nahi ke koi fikar ho wapis time pe pohnchne ki." Aima replied.
("Okay fine, anyways what are we going to do after going back to an empty home. Aziz's father and Mahnoor aren't here that we have to worry about hurrying back")
As Aziz's father had work and his sister, Mahnoor, was in college, both of them had to stay back - much to Mahnoor's disappointment. You see, Mahnoor was a bit of a Romantic™️. From the few times she'd been to Pakistan, she was in love with its beauty, its scenery. Most people, when they thought of Pakistan, would think of the busy cities: where the poor had no shelter except for the streets, where there was more litter on the floor than the total population of the area. But that was where they went wrong. Pakistan may well be a country with economic disparity, but its charm was unmatched. It had everything. Sea, desert, mountain terrains. And one day Mahnoor hoped to explore it all. But that's a story for another day.
Hearing Aima agree, Samia's face lit up. Dragging Aima to the kitchen, she decided she would make chai for them and then they could talk some more. Asim chuckled, looking at both their mothers act like children, and nodded over to Aziz.
"Chal lawn main chalte hain, yaar, ye dono toh apne maamlon main masroof ho gayi hain," Asim suggested, "Actually, you go, I'll just go get my phone and come out, do second main aata hoon."
("Let's go to the garden, dude, these two are busy in their own matters now [...] I'll be back in two seconds.")
But the way to the lawn was past the drawing room. The drawing room where Ainna was dancing with the door partially open, might I add.
Aziz could hear a faint beat, but he couldn't understand what it was or where it was coming from. As they walked closer to the drawing room, though, it became more apparent that the sound was in fact a song and was coming from within the drawing room itself. His curiosity took over and he couldn't help glance in. Inside was a girl, dancing, in sweatpants and a t-shirt. Her face was as red as a chukandar, such a pretty (nope) sight. Although the door was open quite wide, he couldn't see anything except for her side profile - which was a mess - before he looked away. Obviously, looking at a na mehram for so long wasn't a good thing.
By this time, Asim had also reached the drawing room. He looked in to see why Aziz had stopped and tutted.
"Ainna, beta, darwaza toh band karte hain na."
("Ainna, child, you're supposed to close the door.")
At this, the girl - Ainna, as he'd just found out - turned, shocked.
"Bhai, I'm so sorry, it was an accident! Maine kiya tha sach main, pata nhi iss darwazay ko kya problem hai..."
("[...] I did, really, I don't know what's this door's problem...")
And then she looked at Aziz. And Aziz looked at her.
What was SHE doing here?
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What was HE doing here?
Crap. This dude, he was the one Ainna had bumped into less than twenty-four hours ago. And here he was. In her house. What the hell. This was bhai's friend? What kind of a game was this qismat playing with her?
And then she realised.
What an attractive sight her haalat must be, in this tracksuit. Ainna mentally facepalmed. Except, by the look of confusion on her brother and this stranger's faces, she didn't quite think she did it mentally... Uff how much more of a mess was she going to make herself look in this condition.
"This dude must think I'm a madwoman...", She mumbled to herself.
"Kya khud mein hi barbaraye jaa rahi ho Ainna, it's okay, now go. Change kar ke bahir ao, main tumhe apne dost se milwata hoon."
("Why are you mumbling to yourself Ainna [...]. Come outside after changing, I'll introduce you to my friend.")
Great. Now he'd thinkshe's even more of a madwoman.
A/N: Another long one since its been a while since I updated.
Okay so guys! First of all, idk how many of you are reading this or were waiting for the update - probably not many but still I felt guilty for making y'all wait. It's been nearly 2 months since I last posted.😬
Please comment on how you liked this chapter! Bro is gonna play cupid/matchmaker without even knowing it here I guess.😂
Also, the plot of a potential sequel came to me today, so let me know if you want to read Mahnoor's story.😉 Her love for Pakistan kind of reminds me of me, and her storyline will be based in Pakistan as well (maybe potential spoiler maybe not..). Kind of gave an insight into her here, so please let me know.
And the line of every Wattpad author ever: Please remember to vote!😜
No but seriously, it was so hard for me to write this chapter. But from the next one, the wedding shenanigans start. That's gonna be (probably) the most fun part.
Peace out ✌🏼,
Wafa💕
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