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"Do I look like I am lying to you?! I have seen them literally fighting like cats and dogs! Don't ruin her life Abbu!" she cares about someone called 'her' and I am so curious on knowing who that her is.

"Zaina!!" My Abbu dramatically yells loudly and I quickly take a hold of Ayaan's wrist and run out so they do not know we heard their little talk. And before my supposed biological sister gives Abbu any mental pressure I close door behind me and ring the bell twice.

The loud yell which was not clear comes to a halt and Ayaan looks at me all confused. "We did not hear anything okay?" He raises his eyebrow and scoffs at me with an eye roll he turns to the other side.

"Who was your sister talking about?" He asks in a low voice as we wait for them to calm down and open the door. "Don't know, it must not be us right? We never fought in front of her!" I am so confused by her statement.

"I—" when the door opens I snap my head towards the host and a grin spreads on my lips when I see Abbu. "How are you?!!" I chirp loudly as he does the same but with a softer look. He looks at Ayaan and welcomes him with a sweet welcoming smile.

"Alhamdulillah I am fine, how is my daughter?" He pats my head like always and I walk in while loudly saying "Alhamdulillah!"

"More than fine!" He nods his head and asks Ayaan who is walking beside dad to sit. I forgot that I left him Alone.

Ammi gives me a side hug as she sits beside me. And I look around in search of the girl who was throwing her lungs out few minutes ago.

"Aw why did you disturb yourself by bringing that" Ammi gives a formal sentence which she gives to all the relatives when they come and bring something with them.

Ayaan who is infront of me looks at me telling me with his eyes to answer this difficult question, I turn and pat my Ammi's back "It's okay Fathima, keep it and stop being so formal" I talk like her friends who always says the same dialogue when she questions them with the same dialogue.

Ammi slaps my thigh and rolls her eyes but couldn't stop herself from grinning.

"Assalamu alaikum" my eyebrow's jump up when a very sweet honeyed voice was heard from the stairs. I turn to see Zaina walking towards us with a smile, her eyes on Ayaan who lifts his eyelids when someone greets him.

I know she is greeting Ayaan and not me but I reply "Walaikum asalam, how are you zain?" I call her by her short name after a long time and she passes me a smile and very delicately sits on the empty seat which is beside Ayaan. And I curse on myself for not going and occupying that seat first.

"I am good what about you?" I am controlling myself from laughing at this fake Zaina who is acting like she is dipped with shyness, from the way she sits shyly and then walks with her eyes down....is something else going on? Is someone coming to see Zaina?

"Are you guys hiding something?" I eye them suspiciously because their is lots of chance of them abandoning me from their family matter after my marriage.

"What do you mean?" Ammi was the one who questioned me first, I eye the girl up and down who is still fiddling with her dupatta and is sitting with a shy smile.

"Umm is there someone else coming for the dinner too?" They look confused but were quick to shake their head "Then why is she seating there like her in-laws have come to see her?" A gasp leaves her lips and her cheeks turns pink in embarrassment when I state some facts. She glares at me but glances at Ayaan who is chuckling with his eyes on me.

"Kinza if you don't have anything else to ramble then please don't make me a topic—you should know to keep your mouth shut too sometimes" she sounds very angry but I did not say anything wrong she was acting like how she did when Ayaan's family came to see her, all shy and dolled up.

"I was just—"ammi cuts me, as if she didn't want to have any arguments here so I nod and keep quiet "we will go set the table, Zaina come with me" I sure heard her mumbling something under her breath before following ammi. I scoot forward to listen what they wear talking but when I hear accounts and economics I lean back because that's not my topic.

I stand up leaving these two people who are planning on making the economy of the world high and walk towards the kitchen to not look like a complete guest.

Before that I take my burkha off before steading myself and wrapping myself with this lovely dupatta which has my heart. And then I make my way towards the kitchen.

Where ammi's mouth is working faster than her hands and a very pissed off Zaina is setting the plates on the table "What's special for this special daughter?" I make my presence visible and she quickly shuts her mouth.

"There is nothing special for you but for some one else" Zaina answers when I just want her to shut her mouth.

I hum in response. "I hope that someone else has a name...anyways Ammi?" Her intense glare which was fixed on Zaina who looks unbothered shifts towards me but her eyes softens when she sees me smiling.

"Is Abbu doing okay? There is nothing to worry right?" I ask the question which always bickers me, she smiles at me but motions her chin towards her so I get near her "you look so grown up, I never thought this playful kinza can become so understanding and mature" I only smile at that not knowing what to reply.

"You are—you are happy with Ayaan right? Is he treating you good?" A worry look appears upon her face and I look at her confused "why is everyone asking the same question multiple, do I look sad or something, is something wrong with my face" I touch my face to see if my mascara has smudged or I don't know what is wrong with my face.

"No No nothing is wrong I am just asking" she stops me from touching my face "well then if your just normally worried than I am telling you I am way more than happy ammi, he treats me right, he let's me in his office anytime I like, he makes me feel like I am the boss, he picks me up from the college, once he forgot and picked me up a little and that day I was pampered with so many things as an apology, I am living a very happily that I feel like I will keep an eye on my own happiness so stop worrying, just be happy and think about your another daughter who will soon turn 24" I smile at my lovely ammi who looks assured after my explanation.

"You don't need to worry about me and ammi asked if your happy, there was no reason for giving a five marks essay like you did" god what is wrong with this women? She turns and leaves. "Did she hit her head somewhere while running away?" Ammi laughs at my question and shakes her before busying herself with her work and I do the same.

And soon abbu and Ayaan joins us but my ears moves to the back when I hear Zaina's soft giggles followed by Ayaan's voice.

"He said me, I know he is funny once—" before she could start another story Ammi calls her and she excuses herself but I see Ayaan looking around to find someone and when his eyes falls on me, he smile. But I don't know why I am not smiling back. I don't feel like so I do not force myself to do something which I am used to.

He walks towards me with a frown "What's wrong?" I shake my head not liking this jealousy feeling I am feeling and after a pause he speaks "I want to wash my hands can you take me?" I silently nod but see Abbu already looking at us, thinking that he heard what he ask, I walk forward and he follows me silently. I take him towards Ammi and Abbu's room since that was the nearest.

"The washroom is there you can use it" I turn my back feeling like crying all of a sudden, he never smiles and talks so freely to a stranger then why was he talking to her like that. She was giggling like a monkey, don't know what joke he made—freaking hell he never makes jokes!!

I press my lips together when someone holds my arm and turns me "what's wrong kinza? You know I don't like this, open this mouth and tell me what is wrong" he taps my lips gently and holds my chin to caress my cheeks "umm nothing" he squints his eyes not believing my lies and I feel so pressure under his gaze that I quickly hug him.

I hate this!! I hate the way I feel so insecure when she is near him!! I am sure there is nothing going to happen between them. But still, she loved him maybe loves him...and he? I don't know maybe he loved her...but now?

"Hey what happened? Did someone say something?" He speaks in the softest voice that it breaks my heart.

"What were you saying to Zaina that she was giggling?" I ask hesitantly didn't want to make him feel like I was doubting on him. I quickly wipe the lone tears which left my eyes and soon water droplets drops from my eye.

"What do you mean kinza?" His voice is more serious now as if he is offended, I squeeze him in my arms didn't want to create any misunderstanding and shit "I just—I don't from the time I entered she is rude with me, ammi kept on asking if I was happy, and when I replied she again snapped and when I played with her about her marriage she again snapped and I don't know what is wrong with her and soon I see you smiling and laughing with her. I hate myself for feeling angry when I saw you both, I wanted to know what you said to her even though I know it's wrong I am not doubting you—I am sorry" I sniff feeling hatred towards myself but my eyes widens when he leans down to press his lips against while gently wiping my tears.

His kisses are so soft that even fire can melt. And here I am an already melt ice cube so how can I not melt.

I hold his shirt tight, returning the kiss which is filled with love and confidence. After a very sweet kiss he parts away too look at me. The way my heart is trembling cannot be describe and I am holding him tightly so I do not wobble on my legs at this sudden attack he gave me.

"You don't have to worry about us, nor get jealous. Forget everything that happened in the past, cause that is past, in present you are my everything and so will you be in my future so my sweetheart stop worrying yourself. And about what I was talking to her, she asked if we liked the gift and I said how you think Mr.Alam is funny and that's when she said about something that happened with her. It's nothing else sweetheart" he smiles at me makes me feel like stupid for thinking so much when I was also involved in their conversation.

I again squeeze him in my arms and he rubs my back telling me that we should go back. He moves to go and wash his hand before we leave again.

"Hey don't hold my hand I did not wash, you will get bacteria in your fresh hand" he chuckles at my childish answer but a biological one and I rush to the other side to hold his left hand.

"We should leave soon I guess, it looks like its going to rain" I nod with a disappointed pout not wanting to leave so soon.

I look up when we reach the dinning room to see Abbu looking at his plate with a frown "Abbu we came, you don't need to stare at the empty plate anymore" I laugh at my sentence and so does Ayaan but in a softer way.

Abbu's eyes flies towards me and then towards our intertwined hands and soon that frown turns into a grin "yeah...you and your husband is making me wait" He playfully glares at us and I quickly pull a seat like a gentlewoman and Ayaan mutters 'I should do that kinza' with an head shake but sits with a smile.

It's not necessary that always boys should act like a gentleman sometimes girl can do that too.

Silence fills the room and only the voice of utensils can be heard. Everybody glances at Zaina who places the plate rudely which made lots of noise in this silent room.

Indiscipline Girl.

Did she drink the bitter gourd juice that Ammi makes for diabetes accidentally? Why is she so bitter today?

"So what is your favourite color Ayaan?" Zaina was the first one to destroy the peaceful silence. Ayaan lifts her eyelids while chewing his food and he quickly brings the tissue to wipe his mouth which is already clean because he eats his food with so much discipline unlike me—-let's not talk about me here.

"Black" he licks his lips and tells the common color which half of the word likes and probably all the guys first love is black, a grin forms on Zaina's lips and she chirps out loudly "I love black too!"

Oh my god!! Thankyou for saying!! He is honoured that it is your favourite color too!!

Freaking hell!!

Ayaan hums in response and the girl pity's me and asks mine too "nothing in particular, I like all the colours" Ayaan turns to give his attention towards me and smiles at my answer.

Zaina hums in response but I see Ayaan's eyes falling on my plate which is untouched, after hearing my unfortunately biological sisters voice, I have lost my appetite.

He raises his eyebrow asking me to eat and I roll my eyes at the food telling him I am not hungry with my eyes, and I know he is reading through me.

The hand which had fallen on my lap, he holds it and brings it towards the food and motions his chin towards the food, telling me to eat silently or I have bunch of complain which I will feel free to share about you.

I mentally whine but fill my mouth with this delicious food which is not going through my food pipe.

Ammi starts talking and soon the room fills with quiet laughter and some dad jokes while Ayaan only smiles at everything and not laughs like I am doing even if it is a lame joke—I find it funny so it's not mistake.

Wiping my hand in the towel while humming a tune in my mouth I walk towards the kitchen where Ayaan went to grab some water.

My whole body stops working and my heart jumps out of my chest when unwanted thoughts interrupts my mind when I see Ayaan's back facing me and Zaina standing so close to him while holding his arm tightly as their lips are moving telling me they are talking something very quietly. Ayaan's eyes are lowered but not Zaina's the way she holding his arm and squeezing it tightly while staying in his personal space and looking at his features from the closeness which only I have rights to see. I feel like dragging her by her hair and calling her by names which she never heard before.

I blink my eyes not liking this scene and feeling like someone is squeezing my heart that it makes me feel suffocated. I gulp my hot tears which is always like an open room jumps towards me.

"Ayaan?" Zaina's eyes go wide when she sees me standing there as if they both were doing some sin, Zaina pushes Ayaan away who hisses and checks his wrists.

"What the f—What's wrong with you?" He growls lowly in a dangerously low voice and glares at Zaina who bites her lips looking nervous and I can tell that nothing happened between them from the scowl and angry expression Ayaan is giving.

But who knows if its fake?