2:30 am.
She wondered why she woke up ' shifting sides for few minutes she got up and prepared herself for tahajud' she suddenly smiled knowing only people close to Allah are chosen to be standing in front of him in middle of the night. Her sobs went higher in sujood as her eyes kept telling a story of their own by raining her tears ' she ached and ached.
" there's no one but you Allah" closing her eyes now she started telling everything to her most trusted one Allah. It felt like he was listening' she knew he was listening..
_Azmaish mehbob bando pe hi ati Hai_
Only favorite ones are tested.
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"Yaar duraid Jaana ' you dumped her and she still called me yesterday asking for you' now that she knows you are in peshawar 'stay safe janana " talha burst out as he tried hard to control his laugh saying what duraid hates the most' discussions of his flings being clingy.
" I didn't dumped her ' she knew from the start khana that she and I are just time pass to one and other' I don't get serious you know" he said as he closed his eyes
glasses were raised' smoke filled the air and their laughs continued to be cruel enough to disturb the peace of midnight _ duraid Alam khan can be two faced ' the face he shows to the world and the one he kept hidden for her.
She was wild in her limits _ he knew none.

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" aslam alikum armeena Jan" pukhtana said with all her happiness' she heard her voice after so long ' they were second cousins but she was just like a sister to her' pukhtana being the only daughter to her parents and the only sister of three brothers who loved her to death she still wanted a sister and Allah gave her one _ Armeena her one and only from another woman she loved to call " mother".
" shut up girl and listen to me ' okay so my engagement's pictures came and ahhhhh you're the first one whose gonna bless your eyes seeing them" now she knew how little she missed her voice' laughing she agreed to visit her right now as they only lived street across.
"comingggg"...
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" damn I mean pukhtana you are born to kill ' your solos are perfect' you... Damn" Armeena being Armeena exaggerate everything ' even though she was a beauty to kill' Armeena was that perfect one to be liked by mothers and sons 'yet she choose jalal' heavens are indeed the one choosing soulmates.
" wait a minute" back to reality she looked at the screen with a bit of confusion
" you're twirling I get it and I get you kill the twirls but who is this blured guy am sorry man whose gawking at you" she was still looking at the picture not knowing who he was then she suddenly remembered him from her encounter ' she bumped into him and that beautiful lady maybe they were a thing... Umm whatever.
" that's duraid pukhtanay' he's jalal's one of closest friends from college ' and putting aside that he's loaded and hot' I think he's into you" seeing a spark in her she knew what Armeena was upto

" na na na jaan meri don't you even think about it ' I'll kill you with all my heart love' shut up and____" she stopped midway.

duraid? Where have she heard this name before'
" people call me duraid Alam khan '...." she remembered the guy that called her?!
"pukhtanayyyy" a very scary voice got her back to reality and she still was in shock to digest the news yet she stopped herself from telling this to Armeena'
Ignore ' ignorance is good pukhtanay' he's just another one.

Freeing her hair from catcher she sighed the best feelings ever '
Walking slowly she stopped infront of her bookshelf' touching the skin of her favorite book she grabbed it " Latoon by Ghani khan" one of her favorite books
She made her way to the window and sat the little corner opening the window she balanced her legs down and started reading the master piece.
Her phone rang.
Annoyed she ignored
It rang again

Looking at the screen ' unknown.
She sighed' she knew it was him again..
Ignore pukhtana ignore just switch off your phone ' she switched off her phone and went back to the window.
Her long fingers played with her hair as her lips were reading those lines her heart danced to.

Someone knocked at her door
"yes?"
" pukhtanayyyy bibi staso call d"( pukhtana it's your call) pukhtana knew it was him calling the land-line ' she didn't wanted to make a drama out of it or one her brothers Picking it.
She went down to the hallway and picked up.
" Aslam alikum' g" she sighed closing her eyes ' she hated to argue
" walaikum asalam janan (beloved)" her calm and collected tone was something duraid would die for the way she always said salam no matter what
" taso please lag pa tameez khabaray kwe' sa ghwaray taso? ( you should please talk in limits and what do you want) pukhtana encountered alot of calls before '' boys all over the university would call her ' she was not interested in any one of them' now it's her first time dealing with a man
" call pick ka janan pa khpal phone Alta ba drta owaima"( pick up your phone I'll tell you there love) duraid knew he was testing her patience but he couldn't help himself ' only if she picked the call he wouldn't be calling her on landline
She hung up that meant a yes in his language he dialed her phone after sometime this time she answered
" g"
" listen to me love' am not a man to beat around the bush to put it simple I am crazy for you pukhtana orakzai ' I may not know what future brings but am hopeful am someone that atleast would be waiting for you when you say no' I'll wait in my style love ' you from now wheather you like it or not belong to me' give me a chance I would say ' I just want a chance and prove myself a good boy before you rejecting me and taking your hopes away from yourself' I want to make you mine but with all your heart ' I don't want to be a bad guy in your story' the one that wants everything to be his without someone's will ' if you only give me a chance love" his answer was a mixture or him showing his arrogance and him confessing his love.
" can I say something?" her eyes observed herself inthe mirror right before the storm.
" you don't have to ask janan" she hated that word how one can call someone something they don't like. It's her turn

" Duraid Alam khan ' how do you define a chance? For me a chance is something I would cash before encountering real thing' you've seen a fantasy image of me not knowing what my reality is ' what if I say no' what if I say yes ' let me say yes for example what would you expect from me' to say your name till my last breath 'there are things that I imagine about someone as my right one and if it's Allah's will it will happen but don't expect me duraid to respond with something positive ' come to my home 'ask my parents' if they are willing pukhtana orakzai is yours "
And with that she hung up
Duraid only heard the last thing
Pukhtana orakzai is yours _you have to be mine janan ' you are my lavender twirls.