SS:Aadha Ishq in Pakistan (PART 2 UPDATED)

Part1:

"Asalam O Alaikum Taaya Aba! Are you going to have breakfast with us today?" shrieked Sana happily, and went to the kitchen.

"Waalaikumaslam! Khush raho! Yes beta, I couldn't get back to sleep after Fajar prayer, and decided to join you for breakfast. Where are the rest?"

Sana placed a breakfast tray in front of her paternal uncle, her father's elder brother.

"Today's Saturday na...they're gonna sleep till noon ...but why do I have a feeling that you were wide awake the whole night?? look at your eyes!!"

"Sana gurriya, kahin mujh par nazar to nahin rakhti?"

"Aap baat gol na karein...tell me, are you okay'should I call Hamza Bhai from upstairs?"

"Come, sit with me! Nothing's happened'I'm healthy as a horse! Your exam's start from Monday, is it"

"Oh yeah" Sana sighed. "Taaya Aba, please pray for me...I don't want fail again...You know that me and studies are poles apart...but still..."

She kept on blabbering with the food in her mouth, and Afzal Khan smiled at his niece. He had managed to divert her attention elsewhere. But she had been right; he had not even blinked an eye the whole night. He was getting anxious for unknown reasons...like something bad is about to happen...he kept praying for the wellbeing of his family...most of all of Khushi, his daughter. Khushi who he had not met since 15 years...Khushi who he only got to talk to on phone or through the internet...Khushi who was not khush because of him and his stupid decisions...

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She stepped out of the airport, taking in the fragrance of the land she belonged to...Pakistan. The land where she lived for the first 5 years of her life. The land which she never got the permission to visit again.

"Don't be emotional Khushi...Baba se milna hai k nahin!" She told herself and looked at the crowd outside the airport.

"Where is he? Has he even come or not? Oh God!!! Why did I not call him before the connected flight? He must be sleeping...that lazy bum!"

She took her phone out of her jeans pocket to dial his number.

"Uhhmm...Khushi?" Someone spoke from nearby.

"Arnav!!! She smacked his arm. "Kahaan they? I had been cursing you, pata hai! For a moment I thought you must be sleeping or..."

And he kept staring at her. The Khushi he used to see on skype was not even close to the girl in front of him. She looked so damn beautiful in a plain cotton shirt and jeans, that he had to look down to settle down the weird trickling in the pit of his stomach.

"Where are you looking? Who's gonna pick up my luggage? Where's your car, Arnav?"

He smiled at her questions, took the trolley and made their way towards the parking space.

"Yeh lo, aagayi meri Shaahi Sawaari!" They settled into his black civic and Arnav drove towards Islamabad.

"Not bad Arnav...nice car!" She looked at him with happy eyes...every pore of her face shone with happiness...he could understand what it felt like coming back to family..

"What the...Khushi? We are meeting after 8 years and first you hit me, then treat me like your driver and now complimenting on my car? Do you care for me at all? I shouldn't have bothered coming here, now I think of it!"

"Haey Allah! Why are you fighting like a girl??? It's not like I have seen you after 8 years'we did talk everyday, didn't we? It's just I'm feeling so confused at the moment. See, I'm happy to come here...but I'm thousand time more scared. How would Baba react? How would Maa take it? I won't be surprised if she sends the embassy people to Baba's house! You know how it's in America? And you know Maa as well'"

"I know Khushi! I practically lived in your house in the US. Aunty can over react, yes'but Im gonna repeat the same thing'you are an adult...you have the right to make your own decisions, so just chill!"

"Arnav, you didn't tell anybody in the house right?" Khushi asked tucking her fringe behind her ears.

"You think I'm mad? If your Baba gets to know that I know you from America, he'll: a) kick me outta the house, b) never trust Hindus again."

"Where did this Hindu-Muslim come from anyway? Don't u start talking like Maa now!"

"Lol! You are better off here anyway. Your Baba's family doesn't mind about my religion or anything'they are open minded people'very few people rent their house to people from other religion'so again I'd say'you made a good choice of coming here. It's time you hear the other side of the story as well!"

"Kya matlab?"

" Yeah right Khushi! Matlab, tumhey kya lagat hai, Auntee Jee itne saalon se jo tumhey kehti hain who sach hai??

Before Khushi could retaliate'.he stopped the car.

"Are we there? Ghar aagya?" She bit her lip again. Arnav smiled'.and patted her on the cheek'

"Kya kar rahey ho...peeche hato!" She blushed furiously'

"Kya hua..I was just...tell me, you came from America right?"

"Arnav Singh Raizaada, don't you get smart with me, okay?" She had regained her composure. "Tell me which one is the house'we can't go together...I'll enter first"

"That off white one, the second house yes...go on, Sana must be awake. I'll take a drive and be back later. All the best!"

He took out her luggage from the boot and saw her pressing her index finger on the doorbell. And rushed his car out of the street.

Little did both of them know that somebody else from the terrace of the off white had witnessed it all.

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