MADE FOR EACH OTHER

CHAPTER 17

Dua was lying on her bed crying a lot. She was regretting the moment she opened her mouth. But also

did she felt a change within herself.

She didn't know what was hurting her more the clap received or her baba yelling he never loved her.

She missed her ammi so much. She felt bad that she said bad about ayesha's mother she didn't loved

dua but she always treated her like human at least.

She texted college she won't be available for today and would notify if she'll come next day or won't.

The college didn't mind it.

Dua didn't wanted to be with armaan but didn't wanted to stay in this house too. She thought men had

no luck for her. She didn't wanted history to repeat it self like her mother but never imagined to marry

someone against choice of her baba.

Also her baba wants her to leave his house but armaan. She didn't liked his guts, they way he knows

her so well. Also ayesha liked armaan quiet much but seeing her past she always liked guys from time

to time. Poor arham who knew it all and is still interested in her.

Dua dismissed the thought she had about arham and focused on armaan. She wanted to know the Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

reason. Does he wanted to get rid of ayesha and she was the way to it. But in that case how would he

want dua then. Why.

But she wanted to get rid of all of these. Even though she didn't want to be with armaan still she don't

have any one who ever approached her unlike ayesha. But still she wanted to get out and only way

was armaan. She had other ways too, she would have left a long time ago but promised her ammi that

she would be with her baba and take care of him. She laughed a little.

Like baba care about me. She said a little too loud.

But she knew her answer now. It's one way or other. She looked at the time it was 7 past 30 minutes.

It's time for a quick nap she thought and closed her eyes.

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Dua. My jaan. There you are. Said a lady dressed in white dress. Noor was shining all her face.

Ammi said dua quietly.

"Ammi is it you" dua said and a smile appeared on her face.

" I'm so happy you are getting married today. You have grown up to a beautiful women.

Dua wanted to take a few steps toward her ammi but when she lifted her leg it was difficult she looked

down towards her feet only to see a long red fabric she looked down at herself. She was wearing a

lehnga. She looked at her hand which were having bangels. She looked up to see her ammi but only to

see her talking with someone else. The person was facing her back. She somehow managed to get to

them. She was eager to see her ammi. But these person was standing right in front of her. She kept a

hand on him. The moment he turned dua woke up.

****

"Ya Allah" she murdered. It was sure a nightmare at day. She began to breathe heavily she looked at

her phone to check the time it was 10 past 12 minutes. She went to her balcony attached to her room

for fresh air. She looked at the sky. It was the sky we see everyday still it was somehow different to

dua.

Her thoughts went back to the dreams again. She missed her ammi even more. She used to see her

ammi in her dream when she passed dua was only 6 years old and alone. Refused by people.

Why would ammi come to my dreams so suddenly. And that. That person. Why he has to come and

ruin the whole dream of her.

"I hate him Allah. I hate armaan." She said loudly seeing toward the sky. She always felt she can see

Allah easily through the sky and she often talked like that. It was a norm for her to do so.

"Why" some said.

Her eyes went to size of saucer. She began scanning the sky to see the source of voice. But she felt

someone behind her.

"Bua you." Dua said when she saw bua along with a tray with food in her hand.

"Yes. Me." Said bua keeping the tray on dua's study desk.

She joined dua in the balcony and stood beside her.

"Why do you hate armaan." Bua asked her it caught her. A lump formed in her throat. She was closed

to bua. So she ranted all things about the dream she had just now.

Bua kept listening all dua spoke without interrupting her.

As she finished. Bua muffed a laugh.

"So you hate armaan because he came in your dream. That too as your groom." Bua said.

Dua nodding unsure about her answer. She deep down knew it was not the only reason and had more

a long list of it. But for now yes she hated him for coming in her dreams.

"But don't you see it's like a hint." Bua saw dua's face and elaborate more.

"You know it's a hint your ammi herself wants armaan to see as your future husband." Bua said.

"Bua we live in modern century. What you say doesn't have any sense." Dua said but deep down she

was thinking about it.

"Oh. You don't say so dua. When was the last time your ammi came in your dream." Bua asked dua.

Dua began to think "may be when I was small." She said.

"See. Dau I'm not your ammi. But you are like a daughter to me. If you ask me I too think he is a good

guy. I see no wrong in him." Said bua.

After that bua left dua with her words and breakfast.

Okay let's face this dua she said to herself.

She had to cover up all her flaws on from her face.

Soon it was lunch time. Dua was nervous. She never went to such situation though in her case she is

already engaged and now her in laws are gonna come to see her but still she didn't liked it. She was

sitting all dressed up in her room on the bed. She was worried what ayesha would do. Last time she

was already for her throat. Bua came in and asked dua to come down as they were calling them down.

She took a deep breath and began climbing down the steps. She was wearing a saree. She loved

sarees. It would always hug her tall and lean figure. She didn't liked to show her hip so it was covered

and her blouse sleeve came upto her wrist. She was slow with her steps she didn't wanted to fall. She

didn't wanted to present herself as clumsy.

Every pair of eyes in the room were now on her. Armaan stopped listening to ayesha and was now

watching dua. Everything at the background began to become blurred his only focus was dua. He didn't

had any opinion about saree but he liked when she wore it. Time would have like slowed down but only

for armman. He wanted to dua look at him so that there eyes would meet but dua was watching her

own steps.

She finally came down. Mrs.rizvi got up from her place and walked towards dua.

"Masha Allah. Salman bhai. We absolutely loved dua. Why were you hiding such a treasure from us."

Mrs.rizvi said.

To which mr.shah laughed uncomfortably. All while dua kept her gaze low. Armaan was still busy

admiring her.

"Array shabana. Are you gonna make her stand there all day make her sit beside armaan. I want to see

them sitting together." said mr.rizvi.

Mrs.rizvi nodded while ayesha who was sitting beside armaan on the couch got up. Mrs.rizvi made her

sit beside armaan. They were looking great together.

Dua did not dare looked at armaan once. She was unwilling being shy.

"Dua." Began mr.rizvi. Dua looked up to the old chubby man assuming him as armaan's father.

"We know what happened was a kind off misfortune but what ever happens for a reason. We may sit

and regret or adjust accordingly to the situation." He paused dramatically may be intentionally.

"But we don't want to stick out our decision on you." Mr.rizvi paused.

But instead of him mrs.rizvi spoke.

"We just want to know what's that you think. Marriage isn't a game. So tell us frankly do you agree

upon this."