Next day in dining, Zara was squealing for the tour. She was also accompanying us.

After breakfast I went to my room as Amma's instruction to get ready for the tour.

I wore white full sleeve shirt and navy blue with white printed flowers, silk long skirt matching it with navy blue hijab.

I did minimal makeup. Decorating my lips with baby pink colour lip gloss and my eyes with kohl.

I hanged my blue sling bag with silver chain over my left shoulder stuffing it with my phone and other necessities.

I slipped in my white flat fancy sleeper. It would be nice and comfortable to walk.

I came out of my room and my breath hitched.

There stood haroon in white body hugging shirt showing his muscular form and jeans pant with stylishly gelled hair and white sport shoes. He was engrossed in scrolling his phone.

I've always seen him in his formal business attire finely tailored showing off his seriousness and intimidating self.

Or in his tracksuit.

But today he was looking totally a different person.

"Uhm... uhm."Zara's mischievous cough snapped me out.

" Bhabhi let's go."She said pulling me with her.

She was wearing sky blue jeans pairing it with knee length full sleeve yellow kurti and sea blue hijab with minimal makeup.

She was wearing blue sneakers

She wasn't the make up type girl as well.

She was indeed looking very beautiful.

I averted my gaze and looked towards Haroon.

He looked at me and than Zara and gestured us to slide inside the car.

I was going to sit at the back but Zara pushed me towards the front where Haroon was standing holding the door opened.

I slide unconsciously sniffing his cologne.

He smirked at me.

You just can't be anymore embarrassing.

Scolding myself I took deep breath to calm my nerves which from the day before yesterday night spike up seeing Haroon.

Haroon sped up his car and now we were heading to our first destination of our tour and create beautiful memories to cherish it life long.

Haroon kept whistling the whole way glancing me every now and then.

Once a pervert is always a pervert.

I sighed in relief when he pulled out his car in front of a house.

"This is my childhood's friend Sameer's house. I will be chatting with him whilst his sister and wife will give you guys a tour of some of the houses here."He said to us and opened my door.

If he want he can act like a gentleman too.

A man probably of same age as Haroon came towards us and greeted us. Haroon and he hugged exchanging pleasantries.

Haroon introduced him to us as Sameer.

My heart skipped a beat when he introduced me to him as his wife.

Me, and Zara were taken inside after that. While Haroon went in male area.

They weren't lavishly rich as nana jaan or Haroon but were well kept middle class family.

Sameer bhai's( as I address him now) wife after feeding some of their special dishes took us to some other houses.

Everyone greeted us with love and respect.

After touring some of the house we were brought back to Sameer bhai's lawn where Haroon was waiting for us.

As Haroon said from there we were going to visit Nana jaan's farm land.

While driving Haroon feed us with the informations about Nana jaan's farm.

According to what Haroon said nana jaan basically grow rice, mulberry, sugarcane and he also own a grapevine.

We were first supposed to visit the mulberry farm.

Haroon pulled out his car before a small house. He told that the caretaker of this field lives here.

We entered the field. Zara was happily squealing after seeing those ripe mulberry.

Zara started to pluck mulberry and gulped it Without even bothering to wash.

I was busy watching the field. It was really looking very good. This was the first time I've experienced things like this.

A hand approached me with some mulberry kept on the palm.

I looked up.

Haroon was gesturing me to take it.

I hesitated first but on his insistence I took those and ate it.

I've eaten mulberry before but this freshly picked mulberry tested better.

After enjoying our time there, we went to grapevine.

After almost an hour of touring there Haroon told us to get going.

We were than supposed to visit a school.

As Zara told me this school was Haroon's initiative in which nana jaan got enrolled later.

Children here were getting almost free education there. I toured every section of this school. It was awesome and up to date.

Well kept class rooms, laboratories, smart classes, playgrounds everything were awesome.

Teachers were highly educated and dedicated as well.

Haroon personally is really very good person. To be keen and eager for others development is really plausible.

"So our tour ends here, I guess."Haroon said coming out of the school's perimise.

It was already noon.