Meanwhile in a far away ancestral house decorated with flowers and lights with a music band playing. On a balcony in the far east corner, a girl stood there wearing an exotic bridal dress leaning over the railing,"Listen to me! Everything will be alright! You shouldn't marry him! They are trying to make use of you and your money...Please for once, don't listen to your father...Trust me! I'm your best friend! I'll come tonight and let's get out of this city for good. ", her best friend's voice echoed into her thoughts. Should she listen to her? Tomorrow was her engagement and the day after was her wedding. She was getting married. What would go wrong? He was one guy who didn't know what was love and would abide by his mother all the time. And his mother, all that mattered to her was money. Her father's hard earned money. This is what she had said.
"Dear...""Father" she turned to see her father entering her room."My little girl is getting married and going to leave me."Hesitantly, "Father...I think...I think...I..m..not ready for this..."Her father inhaled, "It's because of her. Isn't it?"She immediately said, "No...not at all. Why aren't you believing me on this?"Her father, "Listen to me! You have to get married!" looking at the breeze from the open balcony. He went and closed the window, "Sleep. It's going to be a big day tomorrow."***** The disco party was in full swing. Ayan and Najma were dancing on the dance floor with the other strangers while Tanveer sat in a corner siping her coke and looking into her phone.Ayan noticed her, "Najma...Najma..."Najma who was enjoying herself didn't hear him over the loud music.Ayan, "NAJMA!!" in her ears.Najma, "Oh my God! What?" stopping her dance.Ayan, "What is going on between them?" pointing towards Tanveer.Najma, "I don't know. You are the police. You should know."Ayan, "Hm...Since school the four of us have been good friends. We never had secrets. What is this fight that they are hiding from us?"Najma, "Let Asad come, then we will know."Ayan, "Try calling him."Najma, "It says switched off."They looked worried. Something was really serious this time. What was it? They turned to look at Tanveer, who was looking blankly at the phone, confusing them even more.******He stopped the car in front of a house. The lane was silent too. He got off the car and opened the passenger door. The lady was sleeping peacefully, "Is she sleeping or in coma? Who knows?...hm...how do I take her in?" with hands in his hips, he looked around.No one was there.He went and opened the gate and then the door and then came back, "Madam?" shaking her.No response."Hm. I have no other choice." and he held her and carefully he took her in his arms and slowly he carried her into the house, with the gentle breeze blowing lightly messing up her hair.
He entered the house and went inside a bedroom and put her gently in the bed. And for the first time he noticed her face properly. He sat down next to her; pulled up his collars; took the jug from the night stand; poured out the water into his hands and was about to splash it on her when he stopped, looking at the peacefully sleeping face. He gently rubbed off the mascara off her face with the water and a tissue.
He placed the jug on the night stand and got up and turned to go when he felt a tug. He turned to see his watch tangled to the girl's bracelet. He looked at her again.No sign of moment.He released himself and went out to the hall.He checked his pocket to put his phone on charge, when he realized it wasn't there, "Where on earth is my phone? It must have fallen in the alley. Enough is enough. Now this lady has to pay me for my bike and my cell phone." and he stormed back into his room, "Hello! Madam! Wake up!"The lady didn't even stir."Has she passed out into a coma? Aha... I have a feeling that I'm going to be on tomorrow's news for murder or kidnap. "Madam, wake up!" Above all I have to call her madam, What is her name? Did she run away from her marriage? That too in a Benz?! She must be rich. Arrhe Allah! What is your problem? Why so much trouble in one night?" in a furry, he thumped at the night stand making the jug of water fall on her.In a split second, she sat up straight in shock."I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." she heard someone say. She turned to look at the guy who was standing by her bed side. Who was he? Did she know him? She tried remembering only to find that her head ached when she tried. She held her hand to her head hoping to lessen the pain as she closed her eyes browing her forehead. She heard him say, "Are you alright?"She opened her eyes and looked around. Where was she? and who was this man whose question didn't seem so genuine? She looked down at her dress getting more confused. Why was she wearing a bride's dress?"Are you ok? What's your name? Do you know me? I'm Asad Ahmed Khan.", the man cut into her thoughts."Huh?"The man inquired raising his eyebrows, "I'm Asad. You are?".What was her name? She closed her eyes trying to remember. Nothing. She could remember nothing. She opened her eyes in haste on realizing she didn't remember anything and it was only this man who was standing next to her that she remembered. Nothing else. A tear rolled down her cheeks in fear."Don't cry. I just asked your name. Nothing else.""I don't remember." she found herself saying, much to the dismay of Asad."WHAT?""What is my name? Who are you? Who am I to you?" she asked him in return.She suddenly noticed her ring with a A and Z engraved on top of each other, embedded with diamonds and remembered that he had just said that his name was Asad, "Are we husband and wife? or are we just engaged?"Asad looked at the lady dumbstruck.This woman whom he hardly knew an hour back had called him by his name just after the accident and now she was asking him if he was her husband? What the hell was happening?******
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