Remember how I told you life can be thunderstorms aswell, but for Aayan currently, it was worse than those thunderstorms.

Aayan was walking towards room 103 to meet his so called wife.

My wife.

That thought itself left a bitter taste in his mouth.

He was ready to deny the Aalim today, but when he heard the boys talking he held it in.

"I am gonna insult that girl in front of him"

If not for saving that girl, he would have never agreed. He wanted to get married to someone his Ammi would select for him. Not a random girl he met or didn't.

He was going to see the girl and reject her, and go and find his girl. More like the girl he came here with.

His Girl.

That thought spread warmth across his chest.

He suddenly stopped, facing door number 103.

Here goes nothing...

He opened the room slowly and saw a girl wearing a red dupatta over a black Abaya.

Weird wedding dress.

The girl slowly turned around with her palms covering her face. She slowly peeked through her palms and closed again.

What is she? Three.

Playing games.

She takes a deep breath and unhides her face.

Shock is written on both the peoples faces. They just stare at each other in shock.

Suddenly, the girls eyes start to tear up and she run towards Aayan and hugs him. And cries hugging him.

Aayan was in double shock. His arms hanging in the air around her,while she cries her heart out.

Seeing her cry like this, hurts him. And the thought that somebody made her cry like this, angers him.

Should I hug her back?

Aayan was about to hug her back when she moves back and looks at him with tear filled eyes.

How I wish I could hurt the person who hurt her?

"I got married" she says softly looking at him.

Aayan stiffens.

She also got married?

Somehow that made him sad. The fact that she belongs to someone else now.

She still had her arms around his waist. He slowly takes her arms away from his waist not to hurt her.

She realizes what she had done and starts to flush with embarrassment.

"Sorry" she says in a meek voice rubbing her eyes, to get rid of the tears.

He hands her a kerchief from his pocket. She accepts with a small thank you and wipes her tears and looks at him.

For some reason he couldn't look into those raven black eyes anymore so, he looks away.

"What's his name?" Aayan asks almost bitterly.

" Aayan Ibrahim, son of Rasheed Ibrahim" she say softly looking at her fidgeting fingers.

Aayan's head snaps to her at once on hearing this. He couldn't believe his ears.

"Reapeat again." he asks almost carefully.

She looks up at him with a frown and repeats " Aayan Ibrahim, son of Rasheed Ibrahim"

Aayan closes his eyes and tries to recall what the Aalim had said to him.

"Do you, Aayan Ibrahim, son of Rasheed Ibrahim, take Ruhee Shariff, daughter of Emaan Shariff, to be your wife"

Aayan opens his eyes to find her staring at him with a confused look.

He wanted to jump around with excitement and joy? But he held it in.

He cleared his throat and asked her in a polite yet soft voice. "Ruhee Shariff? "

"Yes" she said, still holding her confused look.

"Daughter of Emaan Shariff?" he asks again.

"Yes, but how do you know my abbu's name?" she asks innocently.

"Wait, how do you know my name" now she had a serious look on her face.

Ruhee. Nice name.

Aayan straightens himself and adjusts his tie and stretches his hand out for a handshake. Ruhee, since he knows her name, stares at his hand with her frown.

This is not a business deal you idiot.

He retrieves his hand and looks at those raven black eyes that held confusion.

"My name is Aayan Ibrahim, son of Rasheed Ibrahim, and probably "

Thak!!!

Aayan's head was facing the right side now while he held his left cheek.

She slapped me!!!

He looks back at her with his hand on his cheek.

She realized what she had done and retrieved her hand back that was now hanging in air and.....

"Oh!! I am so sorry, I didn't mean to slap, my hand worked on it own accord and..... Oh I am so sorry, does it hurt....."

Ruhee was about to touch his cheek but he pulled back staring at her hand. She pulls back and...

"Oh no!! I was not gonna slap you again, I was just checking...... But that doesn't matter now.... I am really sorry.... I was here all worried how my husband would turn out to be an old man with a pot belly and bald head......"

Pot belly and bald head? Old man?

Aayan was amused by her imagination, and her rambling on like this was kinda cute, but it was now getting on his nerve.

" Ruhee!! " he almost yelled, but it stopped her rambling.

She looked at him. This caused him to realize something.

She got married to me, but what if it was someone else and not me?

This got him angry. He suddenly looked pissed and started moving towards her saying "You got lucky since it was me, but what if it really was an old man with a perverted head? How could you mindlessly agree to marry a stranger?"

Ruhee was now backed up against a wall and Aayan was looking at her, pissed.

A quick wash over occurred on Ruhee's face and she looked pissed now.

" What about you? Even you agreed to get married to a stranger? And what do you mean lucky? An annoying arrogant jerk head who is bipolar is my husband!! "

Annoying Arrogant jerk? Bipolar? Me?

"I agreed because those boys were roaming around my stage" he said.

"Then don't you think they would have been near mine aswell, since we were sitting parallel to each other."

Aayan moved back and held his head and thought.

She is right. God I overreacted.

But he was glad that it was him and not someone else. He looks back to Ruhee, seeing her looking around the room trying to find something.

Seems like she spotted it as her eyes shine and she walks towards it. She takes her backpack and opens it to bring out her mobile and start texting.

Aayan just stares at her while she is texting in her mobile. Aayan smiles thinking.

My wife.

Ruhee looks up at Aayan and walks towards him. She holds his hand and drags him out.

They walk towards somewhere and Ruhee drags him and he just follows.

They reach out and she is still texting on her mobile, seriously. He wanted to ask her what is she doing, when a car pulls in front of them.

The window rolls down and they peak inside to find Zubair and one of Ruhee's friend, Zubair had dragged along him.

"Get in." and they climb in the back seats.

"Where are we going?" asks Aayan confused.

"To our college. It's 2:45pm and we need to be at college before 3pm, Zubair, can you speed up" Ruhee asks him politely.

And Zubair speeds up.

"Whats with the red dupatta?" asks Ruhee's friend.

"Long story" was the only curt reply Ruhee gave and removed it from her head

They reach their destination in 10 minutes and all four off them climb out.

Ruhee and her friend thanked them and ran towards the metro rail. Aayan was watching them leave still a bit confused on what is about to happen.

Just then Ruhee stops and runs back to the two men standing. She takes the pen from Aayan's suite pocket and writes something down on his hand fast, places the pen back in his pocket and runs to her friend again and they leave.

Aayan looks back at his hand to see what Ruhee had written....

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