Tere Dil Mein Aise Utar Jaienge

Ke Tujhe Khabar Bhi Nahi Hogi, Aur Ishq Hojaega.

Today we have a farewell party in our college and I am very exited for it. The dress code of the party is ethenic and I have decided to wear a saree. I remember when an eight year old me used to drape Mama's sari's over and admired myself in the mirror. She always used to praise my look in sari. The reason I love saree is because mama loved wearing them. She looked like a queen in them and as a small girl I used to admire my mama looking ethereal in them.

But today my mama is no more. I am wearing saree admiring myself just like she used to but only difference today is that mama is not here with me. She is not here to praise me. She is not here to compliment me just like she did when I was a child.

I wish she was here with me. I wish she was here to see her daughter grown up.

Wiping my tears away I proceeded downstairs as today Osama was in charge to leave and pick me up from college. Hero is very busy with his work these days that's why I didn't bothered him, rather asked Osama to pick me up.

"Salam everyone."

I greeted everyone with a smile.

"Mashallah my princess is looking like a queen today. Isn't it ammi ?"

Taya abba complimented me looking at dado to which she smiled and kissed my forehead.

"Yes, she is looking beautiful and grown up, I think we should expect proposals coming for her."

Tayi ammi joined the conversation, making me blush.

"No, I am not letting my princess away from my sight any soon. She will always stay here with us. I have found a permanent solution to keep her here with us."

Taya Abba replied her back murmuring the last sentence which was not meant to be audible but I heard it as I was standing near.

His words only mean one thing that he wants me to get married to one of his sons. Osama is out of the question cause he is younger than me, so that means only two options are left. One hero and the other one Hassan. I don't know for whom he is talking about.

Ughhh... Why am I forcing my brain to think too much. Leave it Maria. You'll know everything with time. But I wish he is talking about hero cause I don't have any compatibility with Hassan. We are poles apart.

"Woah... Hey girl where is my fatty ? What did you do with her ?"

Osama entered the dinning room and started throwing questions on me which I am unable to understand. I am very confused with his words. I am not getting what he is trying to say.

" Can you come straight to the point monkey ? Cause I am unable to understand your alien language ."

I narrowed my eyes at him knowing that he is going to say something stupid, afterall that's what he does. It's his occupation to be stupid but I can't complain. He lits up our house with his baseless humor.

" I mean to say that my fatty is not looking fatty today rather she is looking okay, okay."

His words made me laugh. It was so difficult for him to praise me.

"You mean to say I look beautiful Osama."

"Yeah. Kind of. By the way where is your fairy godmother who did wonders on you ?"

His statement earned him a smack from me, making him wince in pain, and satisfied smirk adorned my face. He deserved it.

"Aren't you being too violent with this poor guy ?"

He glared at me rubbing his head and I glared back at him matching his actions. I'll never let this stupid monkey win in this glaring contest. And as always I won.

"You are not poor guy and you totally deserved it monkey. Now let's go, I am getting late."

We sat down inside the car and after half an hour of driving we reached our destination.

"Stay away from boys fatty. I don't want them lurking around you."

His concern made me smile and I nodded looking at him, assuring him and walked out bidding him farewell.

"I will monkey. And yeah don't forget to come to pick me up, I'll be waiting for you. Allah Hafiz."

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"Woah... You sing beautifully... You should pursue a career in it."

Maha praised me after I finished singing. She is well aware of my passion for singing, never leaving any chance to encourage me.

"Thanks Maha."

"Your welcome. Anyways I am going home my brother is here to pick me up. Are you coming with me or someone is coming to pick you ?"

Maha offered me to come with her but osama is coming to pick me up, so I can't go with her.

"You go Maha, osama is coming. Thanks for asking though."

Thanking her I bid her goodbye waiting for osama. I pray he comes to pick me up soon as it's already night and I think it's going to rain.

When he didn't came even after one hour I called him getting scared. I am the only one standing here all alone. Everyone has already left.

"Where are you Osama ? I am waiting for you from past one hour and you haven't came to pick me up. Please come here fast, it's already dark and I am scared."

"I am so sorry but my tyre got punctured and it will take minimum one hour for me to reach you. But don't you worry I am calling bhaai he will pick you up."

"Okay."

He replied calmly but I could trace worry in his tone. Of course he should be worried as I am standing alone here and this place is not safe at night. I really want to reach home as soon as possible.

After five minutes it had started to rain. I walked away from campus area to find a shade to protect myself from getting wet in rain.

"Hey!! Beautiful... Stop here. Let's spend some quality time together."

A group of drunk men were standing few feet away, calling me. They were giving me red signals of danger. When I didn't turned towards them they started walking towards me.

I did what came into my mind and that was running far away from them. I know they are following me cause I can hear them.

"Bitch!!! Stop right there. Don't try to run, beautiful. We'll catch you."

They were shouting and at the same time laughing sadistically, making goosebumps rise on my skin. I am scared.

Ya Allah save me, please. Save my dignity.

At the same time my phone ringed and I picked it up seeing hero's call.

"Hero..."

Not being able to stop my tears I cried clutching my phone.

"What happened Maria ? Why are you panting ? Tell me you are okay."

He was worried for me, I know he was. He sounded desperate to know about my safety.

"I need you hero... Save me please. Some drunk men are following me. Please come fast."

"Shhhh.... Stop crying and tell me where you are ? I am coming, don't worry."

He tried calming me but I am scared. Very scared. If he doesn't come on time then..... No don't think like that Maria.... Everything will be fine.

"My GPS is on please track my location and please come fast."

Not able to stop myself I cried clutching my phone tightly. I need him.

THIRD PERSON'S POV

She needed him. She needed him to reach her, soon. It was dreadful for him to imagine what she was going through right now. She was scared, he was able to hear her shivering voice. It pained him to hear her hiccups.

Tracking her GPS, he turned his car towards her phone's location. She was near.

Ya Allah help me to reach her fast. He prayed.

It was raining heavily, making it difficult for him to see clearly. Suddenly he crashed on something or someone. Getting out of car he saw her. It was her.

She got little injury with the collision. Her arms got few scratches and her forehead was bleeding a little but she was not worried about them. She was not worried about her condition, her saree was sticking to her like a second skin, her long hair which were earlier in a neat bun were open for the world to admire them, to see her beauty, her eyes which were red from crying, her lips wobbly due to fear. Everything blurred when she saw him, her hero.

"You are here..."

She whispered not being able to believe her eyes. She thought no one would be able to save her today. Seeing him made her sigh in relief and cry feeling happy. He was here, with her and now no one would dare to harm her in his presence.

" I am... Don't worry I'll not let anyone come near you. You are safe with me."

He said softly caressing her cheeks removing the drops of rain from her beautiful face, to which she smiled and hugged him catching him off guard, feeling safe in his arms.

"I know you'll never let me down. I know, I am safe with you."

Her eyes sparked with love which was blooming in her innocent eyes. Slowly but steadily she was falling in love with him which she herself was unaware of.

Only if she knew the cost of loving him maybe then she would have saved her heart. Maybe then she would have torned her heart from her chest saving herself from the heartbreak. She would have stopped her soul from surrendering, bowing down in his love. Only if she knew.

MIR MUSTAFA AHWAAN'S POV

She hugged me and I don't know why it felt weird. Good kind of weird. She was fitting perfectly in my arms as if she was meant to be there. I know it's wrong to be with her like that but I can't help it. Nothing seems to matter when it comes to her, my little birdie.

Giving her my hand, I helped her to get up and sit inside the car. From the corner of my eyes I see those men retreating back, seeing me.

Bastards. Thought they could have her but I'll never let any man touch her. No one has the right to touch her. I'll break the bones of every man who will dare to touch her. I'll wipe their existence from earth if they even dare to go near her. She is mi.... No.. what am I thinking... Let it go Mustafa ? your Birdie is safe and that's what all matters.

THIRD PERSON'S POV

While driving the car, he looked towards her who was now sleeping peacefully, her face showing contentment and peace.

He noticed her wearing saree in which she was looking absolutely breathtaking. Her hair were flowing carelessly with the wind, making her shiver feeling cold. Her clothes were sticking to her skin, making everything visible to his eyes. He was able to see her beauty, which was tugging the wires of his heart unknowingly. Not feeling comfortable seeing her in vulnerable condition, he covered her with his coat, saving her beauty from his eyes or maybe because he was scared that he will start feeling for her.

How stupid he was, for he didn't knew that heart cannot be controlled. It cannot be stopped, it cannot be kept in dark, For it is a wild creature which cannot be controlled but only tammed with love.