MADE FOR EACH OTHER

CHAPTER 27

ARMAAN'S POV:

What you did was nothing wrong. You did what you should have. But I am afraid that things won't be

same.

Dua's words were echoing in my ears. Really. If I am not wrong and what I did nothing is wrong then

why is she punishing me. Pushing me away. Why would things not be same back.

Armaan it's all your fault you shouldn't had said that you like someone.

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"You talked about it like you were in deeply love with her. While the lady sitting in front of you is your

wife. And on the first day itself you confess feeling for someone else in front of her."

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Sue me. 'For what' my inner subconscious said it to me. For loving someone. For confessing it to dua.

Like it's my fault that I felt for someone. what I am not. 'You still think about her right' asked my

consciousness again.

I still think about her.

I wish that day would never occurred in my life. It's like I don't get it. People always say very lucky

people get there first love. But dua she's my wife now. 'Seems like she doesn't know about it. Does

she.' A voice in my head said. I don't care about it. I think I must give her some time. Yes sometime. It's

not her fault that she's acting like tough. It's all my fault. Imagining myself in her situation I would have

gone worse.

But I have make up for my mistakes. The way this morning she was eyeing me. I knew exactly what

her intentions were. I wish I effect you. Someday you have to open up your eyes. And that dream. Yes

that dream it has to be true. And that boy.

I hope the dream comes true soon. If not then I'll make it. You can't stay much away from dua. Ya Allah.

Please show me the way. Please.

Dua you badly effect me. So much. I can't believe what you do to me dua. I so badly want to touch her

brown long hair to see how soft they actually are. If I could just for once. Her eyes are attractive as

gravity. It's so hard not to look in them. Her face is just perfectly beautiful. Nothing can be compared to NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

it. Uff. To just turn me on dua.

A notification popped up on the desktop screen. Come armaan get your self together. We have work to

do. Let's have the coffee first.

DUA'S POV:

I was tossing and turning on my bed. Why can't I sleep. Why. Just give me a break life. I hate my life I

hated myself. I hated him. I hate whole world.

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I know I was wrong. I messed up. I am sorry. I said it because I was angry and furious.

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Seriously. Angry and furious for what. Mr. Rizvi. Yes. Yes you did all wrong. All wrong. Everything

wrong. You. I hate you so much. More then I can hate anything anything.

Allah why you have to do this. Always. Why me Allah. Why can't everything be alright for sometime.

For real. I wish ammi was with me. I wouldn't had hesitated to back home the next second armaan's

confession. But I know baba wouldn't have let me in. I know that for sure. I cried for a while.

I got up from the bed on the lights and searched for the dairy. Ammi's dairy. I was exactly where it

should it have been. I took the blue color dairy out in my hand. I sat on my bed. It's one of the last

belongings of ammi(mother) that I have. Her dairy. She wrote it for me when she was fighting with her

cancer. I was might be four years old or something. Each time I read it I hated everything. Once ayesha

found out and feed it to her friends dog but I took lots of effort to get it. Since the dog wasn't interested

in it much. it has many holes and half of it pages are gone.

Ammi today I am in some of the same situation that you were in. I am his wife but he likes someone.

Just like baba did. I don't want to get attached to him. Cause I know when he'll find her. He will leave

me like baba did to you because of ayesha's mother.

I flipped the pages of the dairy until I found the specific one.

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We were happy family. I was happy I had you my princess with me. Though your baba ignored us

sometimes but I was sure it was because of his work. But I was wrong it was that day when your baba

were at home. I still remember it clearly he wasn't in a good mood.you were five years only. When a

lady along with a small baby knocked on my door. It was her hausna with a baby in her hands. I know

you don't have to know all this but I don't want to leave you knowing nothing behind. I locked myself in

the room I was so hurt so upset. Though your baba wasn't a good husband but I always liked him. I

was so hurt that I wanted to end my life. I was so ready for it. But you knocked on the door. You were

crying. And then I decided that I can't just end everything. I had you. And you were the only reason for

me to live. To stay alive. So I packed my stuff and left along with you. I went to your grandfather's

house but they turned me from the door itself. But your mamu. Hassan he helped me without letting

anyone one know.

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I run my fingers over the words again and again. I am sorry ammi. Seems like History is repeating

itself again. But I am weak ammi. You at least had me for your hope but i have no one beside me. What

can I do. Allah please help me out. I am clueless Allah.

I hated this. I can't stop feeling for him. The feeling. It's frustrating. In the morning when he came with

the messy morning hair. I just felt moving my fingers in them and feel how soft they could be. I

wondered why I never noticed his perfect body. I bet he has six packs. His muscles were with just

perfect. His broad chest and his shoulders. It made me just stare at him. I couldn't stop myself. You

know. I just can't.

I was shamelessly checking him out. I touched my cheeks with my hands. They were hot just as I

thought they would be. Get out of my head armaan. Get out.