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You Are Driving Me Crazy
Part 1:
I know you all would agree with my way of thinking per ab dad ko kon samjhaye? I sighed.
Dad keeps on showering lectures on me about how I have grown up enough to join the family business or how I am wasting my time in all those hangouts I do with my friends. Did I tell you how much I hate his lectures. Any ways in the end of the day he still remains the most adorable father one could ever get and I love him endlessly.
He is my bubber shair, A lion who roars through his eyes only.
It was yet another day of my life and I was standing in front of the mirror in my room, jelling up my silky hair while humming my latest favourite song when Chaand Jaan entered my room. She came and stood beside me while her eyes were glued to my face in the mirror. I turned my gaze towards her and noticed the shine in her eyes as she looked at me. I've always noticed that she looks at me the way a mother looks at her son and I feel so blessed whenever she adores me like this.
I raised my right eye brow questioning her look.
"Kahan jaa rahay ho?" She finally spoke up.
"Jahan roz jata hoon." I stated as a matter of fact.
"Zain tumhara yeh roz apnay dosto ke sath jana zaroori hai kya?" She seemed annoyed.
"Chaand Jaan I know you want to spend some time with me and I promise that I'll take you on a date tomorrow." I joked as I kissed her cheek while she hit my arm as she shied away "Hatt Badmash!" I grinned foolishly at her response.
"Mom pooche toh bata dena ke main apne friends ke sath gaya hoon. Allah Hafiz." I said as I grabbed my jacket from the bed and walked out of the room.
My friends were already waiting for me in the car outside my house. I went, sat on the passengers seat and Rizwan started the car.
Kartar handed me the can of red bull as I asked "So what's the plan for today?"
"There is a dhaba at this place my mom told me about yesterday. We are going there to have breakfast first." Rizwan answered me.
We reached at the dhaba in the next 10 minutes and all four of us settled on a table under the cloudy sky. The weather was pretty romantic today.
"Haaye! Aisay mosam mein vo ho, main hon aur buss tanhayi." I sighed dreamily making the three idiots chuckle.
We were waiting for our order to come when Kartar asked "Yaar aaj bata hi de ke teri yeh "vo" hai kon?"
"Jab mille gi toh bata doon ga." We all shared a laugh and Rizwan shook his head at my nautanki.
After having our breakfast we were heading towards the car when Rizwan said "I am going to get some paan for us. You guys wait for me near the car." He walked over to some shop beside the dhaba while we all stood with our backs leaning over the side of the car as the car was locked and keys were with Rizwan.
I plugged my ear phones in and played a romantic song on my phone to enjoy the weather. I started humming the song as I lifted my head up to look at the sky when my gaze fell on a petite figure walking at the side of the road. A blue one-shoulder bag was hanging on her right shoulder and she was walking with her head bowed down, her eyes were glued on the road ahead. I found it strange. I mean who walks with their eyes down?
I focused more. Her head was covered with a black hijab, half of her face was covered with a black nakaab and she was wearing a black colored abaya. Only her hands and the upper half of her face was bare to my eyes.
The black color was complementing her skin color quite well. She did not lift up her face for even a mere second. My gaze kept following her as she walked. I don't know why but I wanted her to look up, to look at me. I wanted to see the only feature of hers which wasn't covered 'her eyes'. I stopped the music on my phone as I saw her stop.
"Asalaam O Allaikum beti." The girl stopped as the old man, owner of the dhaba, greeted her while she was crossing the dhaba. As if God just granted me my wish, she raised her head up and looked towards the old man as she replied "Wa Allaikum Assalaam." Her cheeks lifted a little as she replied and I guessed that she was smiling. I was able to see only the side of her face. Her eyes were still hidden from me.
"Ab kaisi tabiyat hai aapki?" She asked the old man in her sweet voice.
"Tumhaari dua'on ke assar se bohot behtar hai ab beta." The owner smiled at her politely. I guessed from his tone that he really respected that girl. They talked for a minute or two more and then the old man went back in his dhaba and that girl turned around.
Just for a micro second, she looked at me and ... our eyes met but the very next moment she dropped her gaze and continued walking. I guess she had sensed my continuous gaze on her which caused her to look in my direction.
The moment our eyes met, my heart missed a beat. That one moment was enough for me to picturise her beautiful hazel eyes in my head. Her eyes were captivating. It's not like I haven't seen beautiful eyes before. Infact I have seen even prettier than hers but this girl had something special, something unique in her eyes and her personality .. her personality screamed innocence!
I was staring at her retreating back when Rizwan came back and I had to sit in the car as we were leaving.
Around 7 pm we were heading to the club where we go almost every night. It's been a couple of hours since I saw her and I still couldn't stop thinking about her which was very surprising even for myself. I had never utilized this much of my time to think about any girl. Then why her? Those eyes kept flashing in my mind every now and then. What was so different in those eyes? I guess I need to look into them once again to get my answers. With this idea a question popped up in my head. 'Would I ever be able to see her again?' This thought gave me a sinking feeling and I don't know why seeing her mattered this much to me. She was in front of my eyes hardly for five minutes still her effect on me was so strong.
We all went into the club and as usual all girls glued their eyes to us only. We had this special effect on women where ever we go. I smirked.
I went to the bar to have some juice while the others went straight on the dance floor and with in no time they were surrounded by girls.
As I ordered my juice, a girl wearing a white knee length dress came near me and spoke loudly into my ear as the music was very loud. "Buy me a drink!" She smiled seductively and I smiled back at her as I ordered a drink for her.
If I wouldn't have seen that Abaya girl this after noon, I would have noticed this girl's legs first thing in her but surprisingly today I noticed her eyes first. Her eyes were black in color, thick eye lashes which looked beautiful but still her eyes were nowhere compared to the Abaya girl's eyes.
All the time in the club, even while dancing, I kept myself busy in observing every girl's eyes and tried to find a pair of eyes which might have that unique glint which my girl had. Wait! Did I just say 'MY girl'? Seriously Zain? Since when did Abaya girl became your girl? I chided myself.
See, I don't know her name plus Abaya girl is a pretty much long name to say so just to save some of my energy I'll call her as 'my girl' instead of 'Abaya girl'. Yeah, this makes sense. I mentally patted my own back.
I didn't came across any such pair of eyes which would resemble to my girl's eyes and somewhere deep down I felt happy about it. I was happy that there was no other girl like her. She was indeed unique. I smiled.
Rizwan dropped me at my home. When I entered the lounge, everyone was having dinner on the dining table. "Zain! Beta aao khana kha lo." Mom called me and the rest just passed me a smile which I retuned back. I sat on the chair, ran my gaze on all the dishes placed on the table before grabbing one kabbab from the dish and started munching on it. I wasn't hungry much so as soon as my kabbab got finished, I pushed my chair back and before I could stand up, I heard mom say "Zain I have made your favourite kheer specially for you. Vo nahi khao gay?"
I looked at mom's face and couldn't refuse so I just nodded my head.
After having the kheer I praised mom's cooking while she just smiled in response.
I jumped up on my dear bed, turned on the TV and the song 'Aankhein teri' boosted up on the speakers.
I was about to change the channel when those eyes once again flashed in my head and I couldn't help but imagine her as I listened to the lyrics of the song. The lyrics were so beautiful and suited her the best.
Aankhein teri .. Kitni haseen
Ke inka aashique
Main bhan gaya hoon
Mujhko basaa le in mein tu
WoW. I got completely lost in the song and her eyes. I guess this is my new favourite song.
Imagining her' warmed up my heart. I felt really good.
Suddenly I had an urge to see her again.
This girl was totally messing up with my senses. She was everywhere in my thoughts. Am I attracted towards her? I asked myself. But how could it be possible? I don't know anything about her. How can I get attracted to her by seeing just half of her face?
Aaj tak itni larkiyon ka poora chehra dekha tab aisa kuch nahi hua or iska aadha chehra dekh ker hi .. ?
This is not possible. My brain stated as a matter of fact while my heart ignored my brain and decided that I will again go to that dhaba at the same time tomorrow. Maybe she'll come. I had to see her or else I'll go crazy. I silently sent a prayer up to the almighty that I get to see her again tomorrow.
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Hey dearies 🤗
2 weeks back I posted my first OS on ZaYa 'Second Aaliya In My Life' and it was loved by many of you which fascinated me to write more on this beautiful couple. :')
The idea of this story isn't completely mine. Actually I took this concept from a video which I have watched some time back and made some changes in it. I will try to post up that video after the last part of this SS just to let you know what changes I have made. 😳
I hope you like this one as much as you liked my OS.
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