Iss Kadar Pyaar Hai Tumse Ki..,

Tumhe Khwaab Nahi..,

Haqiqat Banana Chahta Hu...💛

Third Person's POV:--

The light of moon brightens her darken room. Her room was filled with her laughness and her voice. Zoya sat on her window with the windows open, letting her long black hair flow all over her back. She was wearing Cotton Linen Polka Dot Pajama.

She slightly leans on the wall, half laying, with her mobile pressed against her ear.

"Hahahaha." She fake laughs, slightly embarrassed. "That wasn't funny, Ayaan."

From his last confession, Ayaan kept waiting for Zoya near her house every morning. At first she started ignoring him, but when the time passes. She couldn't help but glance at him and think about him. After whole one month, she decided to talk him and since then they became in seperable. They became friends. Friends who had liked each other.

"You know how Iqra and Iram are, they went a little overboard with the story." She defended herself, hearing him chuckle on the other side of mobile.

"So anything interesting happened today?" He asked changing the topic, to which she was thankful, or otherwise she would had died of embarassment.

"Aaj Tumhaare Wajah Se Sutaai Hue Hai Mere Ammi se." She huffs.

"Bhala Maine Kya Kiya?" He asks with attention, as he sat a bit straighter in his bed.

"Jab Tumse Dophair Mai Baat Krre Thi. Us Waqt Mai Kheer Bana Rahi Thi Aur Shakkar Daalne Ke Bajae Maine Namak Daal Di." Ayaan burst out laughing until a loud thud was heard, which had her worried.

"What was that sound?"

"Nothing." He said with a groan.

"I fell from bed."

"Aur Hasso Mujhpe." She said with a sly smile on her face.

"Okay, Baba. Maangta Hu Apni Galti." He said rubbing his neck, laying on his bed.

"ZOYA!!!" Nasreen, her Ammi yelled from downstairs.

"Accha Suno, Ammi Bulaare Hai. Mujhe Jaana Hoga." She said lowly, as she runs her other hand through her hair.

"Okay. But you better call me the next day in the morning." He said a bit sadly.

"Deal." She smiles.

"Bye. Good Night. Take Care." He said pouting.

"Bye. Good Night." She said and was about to hang up, when he said something, leaving her breathless and heart racing in a way that feels dangerous. And blushing like a beetroot.

"I love you, Zoya!!"

"ZOYYYAAAAA!!!!" Which makes her hung up the call immediately.

"AARE HU AMMI!!" Zoya shouted annoyed, her Ammi knows how to ruin a moment.

A shy smile appears on her face when she saw they were talking from the last two hears and still he wasn't satisfied.

Two hearts had now started beating for each other's. While one knew it very well and the other wasn't aware of it.

***

After a week,

"Iram you are not helping at all!!"

"I know, Zoya. But I can't help it. Yrr, it's too....... hilarious." Iram claims while laughing hard, till the point, tears were spilling out of her eyes. "I will definitely make a story about these two on Wattpad. I already had a title in my mind. Married to My Celebrity Crush Brother. Just imagine how much popular the story is gonna be."

Zoya bits her lips hard to stop herself from laughing.

"My-My l-life is....... messed up and yo-you are laughing. Kuch... toh Sharam Karo. Judwa Behen Ho Tum Mere." Iqra complains while sobbing loudly.

"Sharam Toh Tumhe Aane Chahiye Ab. Engagement Jo Hai Tumhaare Kal." Iram said teasingly.

Pointing her finger towards Iram, Iqra looked at Zoya and started sobbing more loudly.

"IRAM!!" Zoya warns her.

Iqra blew her nose into a tissue paper and tossed it around the room. Iram literally grimaced looking around to find that their room was full of used tissue papers splattered on the floor.

"Pata Nahi Ammi Abba Kis Jhurm Ki Saza Dere Hai Mujhe. Nahi Karne Mujhe Us Nakchade Se Shaadi." Iqra yelled in her wobbly voice.

"Iqra Hamza Jiju is handsome. I don't know why you are refusing to marry-------?" Iram was cutt off by her twin.

"JIJU??? Nikah Nahi Hua Hai Hamarah Abhi, Iram!!!" Iqra shouted at her.

"Beside, he is Ayaan's brother. The person whom I once admired. It will be hell awkward." She said honestly.

"But think it in this way, you will have Zoya, our best friend as your sister-in-law in that house. Beside you marrying Jiju, will make it easier for Zoya and Ayaan Jiju to get married." Iram said crunching Kurkure, leaving both the girls red, one with blushing and other with rage.

"IRAM, WILL YOU PLEASE STOP CALLING HIM JIJU? NO MATTER HOW MUCH I SHIP ZOYA AND AYAAN TOGETHER. BUT CAN'T I MAKE THIS SACRIFICE. ME AND HAMZA TOGETHER IS A DISASTER. WE CAN'T EVEN STAY TOGETHER FOR FIVE MINUTES WITHOUT FIGHTING."

"Iqra, have you decided what you are going to wear tomo-------?" Iqra's Ammi asked entering their room until her eyes followed the tissues that were around the room, only to yelled at her daughter's.

"Ye kya haal banae rakha hai room ka?"

"Ammi, it wasn't me. She did it." Iram defended herself immediately.

"AMMI KYU MERE ZINDAGI BARABAD KARNE KE PICHE PADHE HO, AAPLOG? MUJHE NAHI KARNE US HITLER SE SHAADI!!"

"Zyada Bako Maat. Warna Ek Chapaid (Slap) Maarne Hai Maine Tumhe." Said Her Ammi straightforwardly.

"Ammi Aap Sirf Bolti Hai, Karte Nahi." Iram joked, only to cry in pain. When her Ammi grip her ear and slightly twist it around.

Next Day

"Masha'Allah, Kitne Pyaare Lagte Hai Dono." Ayaan's Dadi said with admire, making everyone look at Iqra and Hamza with smile on their faces. While the couple look at each other and quickly look away scowling.

'Es Hitler Ka Nahi Pata Par Mai Zarur Pyaari Lagre Hu.' Iqra thought to herself, rolling her eyes.

'Pyaari? Aur Woh Bhi Yeh? Huh?' Hamza sighs 'I dare you to sit here for a minute and then you will know how Pyaare she is'.

Iram and Zoya who was busy serving everyone Roohafza Sharbat chuckles slightly.

The engagement was done an hour earlier and the couple was forced to sit together. Only the close people around fourty were invited for the event.

Zoya was passing the Sharbat among the men's section, when she saw who was in front of her. Her cheeks get slightly red. As she was passing him the Sharbat their fingers slightly touched, painting her cheeks read. While he smiles, causing a dimple to appear on his one cheek. She quickly looks away and was about to go, when she heard him say, "Meet me outside". To which she quickly shakes her head, denying his decision.

"I will be waiting." Ayaan said sternly.

She walk towards Iram and asked her to cover up for her. She walked outside, to see he was pacing outside the house, deep in his thoughts.

When she was in front of him, she clears her throat, as an indication of her arrival. He looked towards her and was lost in her beauty. How can someone can be this beautiful? He asked himself.

Zoya frowns and look behind her. Probably scared of getting caught by someone.

"Ayaan." She waves her hand in front of him, pulling him out of the daze.

"You seem lost." She said to him.

"Yes, I was lost in you." He chuckles, "I couldn't stop staring at you, the way you smile, the way your eyes sparkles when you are happy."

Her breath hitches, when he takes her hand in his and kisses her knuckles softly.

"You are just too beautiful for words, Zoya." He said staring at her intensely.

Whereas, Zoya was at loss for words. Her heart expands in her chest, and for a moment she worry it might burst through her rib cage. Hearing those words coming out of his mouth did something to her heart, which she herself wasn't aware of.

"Shit, I almost forgot the reason why I asked to come here outside." He said titling his head, letting his hair cover his forehead.

Leaving her hands, he pulled out gazra flower bangles from his jeans pocket, "I bought this for you" and started putting in her hands.

Zoya kept staring at his face, which held so much love and affection for her. Despite her blushing cheeks, there was a big smile on her face. Her eyes were filled with tears. Tears of happiness. She felt loved at that moment.

With him around her, she couldn't help but question herself. "Is she falling for this man?"

Assalamualaikum Everyone!!!!