Teri Nazron Ne Kuch Aisa Jaadu Kiya..,

Lut Gaye Hum Toh Pehli Mulaqaat Mein...

{Guess the song 🖤}

Third Person's POV:--

Through the mirror, she saw her friends half laying on her bed bickering, totally feeling like home. Looking at them, only one thought occur in her mind. How did she end up getting friends with such nuts?

"Zoya, you tell. Who is much hotter Zayn Malik or my favourite Ayaan Khan?" Iqra asked Zoya, making her groan.

If only Iqra knew that Ayaan Khan would be her brother-in-law in the future.

"Don't drag me in this." She said disgusted.

"Come on, don't be such a spoilsport." Said Iram rolling her eyes.

"You both are so Besharam. It's Haram to check out boys." Zoya pointed out.

"But still. Just say who is more hotter." Yells Iqra getting impatient.

"Why would I chose? It's not like I would end up getting married to one of them." Zoya joked, applying lip gloss on her lips and pressing her lips together.

She was getting ready for their college annual function, which they need to attend today. Both the twins were ready and was waitting for her. They both were looking damn gorgeous.

"You never know...." Iram thought aloud making her laugh.

"That only happens in Movies and Wattpad." She said, putting Kajal on her eyes.

"It's happen in real life too. You know in some country a divorced woman ended up getting married to a prince. Can you believe it?" Iram gushes while clasping her hands.

"How lucky!!!!" Exclaims Iqra looking a little envy.

Seeing how hot was it today, Zoya decided to tie her long black hair into a ponytail. Putting the dupatta on her right shoulder, she look at the mirror.

A 5'4 tall, brown girl, of age around 20 was staring at herself. Her sparkling black eyes, small button nose, pink plump lips with her heart shaped face makes her even beautiful. Which she was unaware of.

She wasn't satisfied with her looks. She don't think she was anywhere around beautiful. To say honestly, she was insecure about herself, only because she wasn't fair like her family and Iqra and Iram. She had always been criticized for her brown skin by her Abba's side relatives and cousin.

As if sensing her thoughts, Iqra said, "You look Beautiful".

Turning her back towards the mirror, She look at Iqra and said with a small sad smile, "Don't lie".

"I aren't lying." Iqra retorted angrily.

"My relatives and cousins doesn't think the same." She said as she sat on the bed beside Iram and put her head on Iram's lap.

"Well, your relatives and cousins literally sucks. Don't believe them." Iram states scrunching her nose.

"Just because you have Brown skin tone that doesn't mean you are not beautiful." Iram said looking at me.

"You know how much I love your brown skin. If I would had given a choice, I would totally exchange my fair skin with your brown ones." Iram continued.

"Someday Someone will make you realize how beautiful you are. That person will make you love yourself." Iram said determined, making Zoya roll my eyes.

Zoya picked up her speed, as she glanced over her shoulder to see they were still following her. Her right hand was in her purse, gripping the pepper spray tightly. All the bad scenarios were running in her mind. She was praying silently for her safety.

What scares her the most was that the street was dark and empty. So she can't scream and ask people for the help. And to the top of that her mobile had ran out of battery.

It was around 9.p.m. and she was returning from her college annual function. After dropping Iram and Iqra at their house, She was on her way to her home by an auto rickshaw. Until that rickshaw ran out of petrol. Since her house was only ten minutes far away. She decided to go home by walk, totally not expecting to be struck in such situation.

Feeling them right behind her, she decided to run as fast as possible. Her eyes were brimming with tears, but she tried to stop them. She was trying to be brave instead of being coward.

But her dress wasn't cooperating with her.

'Please protect me if not, then please sent some angel who would save me from them'. A silent prayer escapes her lips, as she look up in the sky, asking the lord almighty for the help.

"Bhai, if you are late. Then, She will have your head." The voice on the other side of his mobile, 'iPhone 12 Pro' said worriedly, making him sigh.

"Choti please keep her busy till the time I reach home." Ayaan pleaded, as his grip on the steering wheel tightens.

"Bhai Reham Kare Mujhpe!!! She looks so terrifying right now." She shrieked horrified.

"I can literally see smokes coming out of her ears." She said lowly, afraid of her Mama might hear.

It was his Mama's birthday today, which he totally forgot about. Since he was busy working on his current song, which he needs to release this week itself and it was taking a troll on him. Everyone was already present at home, except him. Which was making him worried, since he knew how dangerous his Mama is, when she is angry.

"You are doing a perfect job at scaring me." His said through his clenched teeth. The only person that he fears beside Allah, was his Mama. Whereas his Dad was very chill and easy going person. Who hardly ever gets angry.

And obviously he got his short temper problems from his mother.

He takes the left turn and seeing that street was empty, he fasten the speed of the car.

"Was it my fault who forgot her birthday?" She defends herself.

Something in the front caught his attention. In the middle of the street three goons were chasing a girl. Without wasting any time he fasten the car to the full speed and stopped it abruptly until he was in front of them.

"Okay, Kinza. I wil try to reach home as soon as possible. Allah hafiz."

"But Ayaan Bhai......." Without listening her, he hang up the call.

Just then an expensive black limo stops in front of her, which blocks her from running. Her running came to a halt. She was struck between the car and the three goons. She looked behind to see the goons that were following her, now was standing in the corner chatting with each other. Acting As if they were not following her seconds before with a grin and lustful look on their faces. But they were looking at her from their corner of their eyes.

The door of the driver sides opens and a man around in his mid-twenties appears. Everything about him screams expensive.

She never saw someone as handsome as him. His mere presence had her questioning herself, 'If He was real or just an illusion'.

The moment Ayaan got out of the car, he stared at them. Then his gaze flickers towards the girl, who seemed of the same age of his little sister. Indeed, she was gorgeous. And to top of it, she had the dark skin, which he admires the most. Realizing she was Na Mehram, he quickly looked away from her to the goons. Who were acting as if they weren't stalking her.

His mind was thinking of ways to settle this situation. He decided to choose easy way, as he knew he can't fight the three of them at once, with this girl by his side. Any of his wrong move, can cause the girl her life. Beside he didn't knew, what weapons the goons were carrying.

'This wasn't a movie, where one punch was enough to get the goons unconscious.' He thought to himself.

The girl was literally shivering and was breathing hard. Making him feel a little bit angry towards the goons.

Her cheeks got slightly red, realizing that how long her eyes were on him. She found that pretty weird, since never in her life she had ever glance a glance to male species, unless it was a baby or her family member. A smirk got plastered on his handsome face, as he had caught her staring at him. This made her even more embarrassed.

He was walking towards her, making her confused and somewhat a little bit nervous. He was walking as if he owns this damn street. He walked towards her, until he was right in front of her.

"Agar Tumhara Gussa Thanda Ho Gaya Ho, Toh Ghar Chale?" He asked loudly in his deep husky voice. She looked at him confused and before she could say anything.

"Just play along!" He whispers lowly to her, looking at the back the goons.

Realization dawned on her, of what he was up to. He was trying to save her from the goons.

"Gussa Toh Hona Hi Tha Mujhe. You didn't even buy that dress for me." She said huffing loudly, playing along.

Amused look overtook his eyes. He thought she might stutter, but she proved him wrong as she spoke confidently.

"Accha Baba, I am sorry. Now let's go, Mama is waiting." He said referring to his car. Biting her lip, she looked back at the goons to see they were looking at them both suspiciously. She was wondering whether she should take help from this stranger or not.

'What if he is worse than them?' Somewhere in her mind, this thought occurs.

"Begum, Chale Bhi Ab." Ayaan Said, opening the door of passenger seat. That word 'Begum' did something to her heart and a tingling sensation started inside her stomach.

Zoya walked towards him hesitantly and sat on the passenger seat. He closes the passenger door and jogs towards the driver seat. He opens the door and sat but not before stealing a glance at her.

He start the car and drives steadily until they had exited that street. All the while she kept quiet. Her whole body was tense and on alert.

From the moment she sat inside the car, she looked around and noticed that the car was brand new. She didn't knew much about car, as she never had been in one.

"Where do you me to drop you?" Ayaan asked softly, still looking at the road.

"At 108 Street." She said, fidgeting in her seat.

A long comfortable silence followed after that, until the car came to a halt. She look out of the window only to know they had reached 108 street.

"Shukriya." She said as she stared at him.

Feeling her gaze on him, his eyes met hers. The moment their eyes met, they both forget that they were sitting in a car, the previous incident, everything, except them both. Both of theirs hearts were beating fast, whereas their eyes were busy having silent conversations which they both were unaware of. After what seems like three minutes, Both looked away looking a slight tense and scared, due to this weird feeling that was overtaking them.

Only if they knew that weird was nothing, but the beginning of 'LOVE'.

She opened the door to get out of the car, when she heard him speak.

"Ayaan."

"What?" She raise her eyebrow, a little bit confused.

"That's my name." He smiled, making her heart skips it beat.

"Okay." She nodded.

She was about to get out of the car, when he asks her something simple yet so hard.

"What's your Name?" He asked looking curious.

"Zara." She lied right through her smile and quickly exits the car and walk towards her house. Without looking at him back. All the while she could feel his gaze on her, making her feel more guilty.

Assalamualaikum Everyone!!!!

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13.03.2021.