15 b Part 2.1
Asad and Zoya
woke up on a beautiful morning after discussing their baby dreams. "Zoya, tum
ready ho jao then we will leave for college and haan don't forget to pack
everything related to your project. Abbu had called me I need to go meet him."
Asad instructed and informed Zoya. He then went to the main house where he saw
Humaira rushing out. "Bacche! Where are you going in such a hurry? Suno toh.
Bacche!" He tried to stop her but she did not. He ran after her but saw her
getting into an auto and going away. He called her up and asked it everything
was ok. She assured that it was and she was just going to meet an unwell
friend.
In the
ourskirts of Bhopal, Humaira got out of the auto and in front of her was royal haveli.
She was just staring at the majestic residence. "House? This is his house? How
can this be a house? This is sort of a palace. He lives here?" Humiara checked
the address which had been sms'd to her. It was the right address. She rang the
door bell. The guard came to the iron gates. He asked her whom she wanted to
see. "Main Humaira hoon. Atif se milna hai." She replied. The guard made a call
and after receiving a confirmation he opened the iron gates to let her in. He
showed her the way towards the main building. Humaira was lost in the grandeur
of Atif's home. She then saw the beautiful lawn and the potted plants on either
side of the pathway. Lost in the beauty of the various flowers Humaira was
walking towards the main building. "Ouch!" She banged into something round and
soft. As she was about to fall back a plump hand grabbed her hand and helped
her balance. "Shukriya." She spoke in the softest of voices. She saw a plump
man in his 70's. "Mali kaka, I am... sorry, main Humaira hoon, Atif ki dost. Wo
beemar hai na?" The plump man turned and looked at Humaira. "Atif beemar hai?"
"Haw! Aap kaise hain? Aapke Atif baba beemar hain aur aapko pata hai nahi?
Aapko pata hona chahiye. Mujhe bataiye kahan hain wo mujhe unse milna hai."
Humaira was appalled as the help at Atif's home was not at all caring about
him. The gardener smiled at her and then signed her towards the main door. Humaira
moved towards the main door, then turned at the gardener and gave him a
slightly disappointed look who was still smiling.
Humaira gently
opened the carved wooden door and peeked in. She saw a couple engaged in
conversation. "May I come in?" She asked softly. "Yes you may." replied the
elegant lady. Humaira assumed that they were Atif's parents and she was right
about it. She was face to face with Atif's parents.
Atif's parents Husna and Aslam
"Aunty, I am..." "Humaira,
the guard had given us a call." Humaira was feeling very nervous in the meet
the parents' situation and it was not even exactly that situation. "Wo...actually
Atif had given me a call and asked me to come over, wo unki tabiyat theek nahi
hai na and he has to submit the project today so... main aa gayi. I hope it is
ok." "Atif beemaar hai?" Humiara was shocked that Atif's prarents too did not
know that he was not feeling well. Bechare Atif no one cares about him.' Atif's
mother was lost in thought she then smiled. "Oh yes Aslam, yes he is not
feeling well. That is why we cut our trip short and came back home." She raised
her brows and Aslam too went along with her. "Oh yes beta, he is not feeling
well. Kuch toh hua hai mere bte ko kuch dino se." Atif's mother then smiled as
her smart husband understood her ishara. "Of course it is ok beta, you can go
and meet Atif. You need to walk to the end of the corridor and take the stairs
up. His bedroom is on the 1st floor, the 2nd door on your
left." Humaira gave them a nervous smile and went to Atif's room.
"Husna begum,
since when do we allow girls to go up to Atif's room? Have you forgotten that
we have certain rules in this house?" Atif's father Aslam questioned his wife's
decision to send Humaira to Atif's room. "Aslam, yes I do know that we have
certain rules about girls being in Atif's room but way before that rule was
made I had some rules laid down but your son never follows them. Jab ghee
seedhi ungli se nahi nikalta ungli tedhi karni padti hai." Husna smiled and
tapped her fingers on the handrest of the sofa. A confused Aslam looked at his
wife. "Husna, what are you up to?" Husna smiled at her clueless husband and
then she decided to explain it to him. "Aslam, how many time as per your
knowledge have I told Atif to keep his room neat and tidy?" "I have lost
count." "Exactly, Aslam I have noticed something about this girl. I think she
is Atif's someone special and when she sees the condition of his room..." Aslam's
eyes popped as he knew what Atif would do if Humaira saw his unkept room after
all he is Atif's father and Atif has taken after him. "Begum you are so smart. So
from now on we will have to get used to seeing Atif's room neat and tidy. Where
did you get this brilliant idea from?" "I got this idea from your mother."
"Matlab?" Don't you remember what happened on the day I first came to your room
all those years ago? Who do you think sent me to your room?" Husna gave Aslam a
naughty smile. He looked with shock at his mother's photo hanging on the
opposite wall. "Amma bhi na!" Aslam understood that his mother had pulled on
one him many years ago as he too did not keep him room neat and tidy as she had
asked him to. The moment Husna had seen his untidy room it was never the same
ever again.
Humaira knocked
on Atif's bedroom door. Atif itne beemar hain ki he can't even say come in.' She
did not get any response so she slowly opened the door and entered. The moment
she entered Atif's room something wet but fragrant landed on her head. "Eew!"
She screamed as she tried to take it off of her head. "Towel? Eew! Who throws
the towel like that?" She looked up and there in front of her stood Atif looking
gorgeous as water dripped form his wet locks onto his bare chest, correction
chisled bare chest. At first she drooled over him like she would on an
ice-cream on a hot summer's day then she came to her senses and turned her back
towards him. Atif loved the effect he was having on Humaira, it was the perfect
mood setter for what he had asked her to come to his home. He walked towards
her and slightly brushing her upper arm, picked up his T shirt from the chair. "Humaira,
you can turn around now." Humaira turned around and looked around Atif's room.
It was as though a bomb had been thrown in the middle of the room. There was a
mess everywhere, shoes and socks lying in the middle of the room, clothes on
the bed. The blankets not folded,
chairs lying in between the piles of
books, clothes from the cupboard thrown on the chairs, wire cables lying
on tables and guitar/instrument
lying between the room ...
Atif felt a
little embarrassed. "Wo... I was cleaning my room." Humaira tried to control her
laugh. "Is it so?" "Don't you laugh! Don't you dare laugh!" "I'm not. I
promise." Atif quickly tried to clear the mess but ended up making more of it. Humaira
saw him run from one end of the room to the other picking up his things. "Atif,
stop! It is not possbile to clear it up in one day." Atif felt relieved.
"Humaira, what are you doing here?" "What do you mean by asking what am I doing
here? You were the one who called me saying that you were not feeling well... ek
minute you are perfectly fine then why did you call me here?" "I asked you
first, what are you doing here? Not in my home in my room. Humaira there are
rules in my house, no girl can come into my bedroom. If my mom will come to
know..." "She knows, in fact she is the one who sent me here." "What my parents
are at home? When did they come back? Uno momento, she sent you to my room?
This is so sneaky of her." Atif was pacing in his room thinking about his
mother and her sneaky ways.
Humaira did not
know what kind of family drama she had landed in and she did not care! She
blocked Atif's way. "Atif, will you please tell me why have you called me here actually
you lied to get me to come here and that too when you knew or thought that your
parents aren't at home." Atif knew that Humaira was no nonsense kind of a girl.
She was not the other type who would be flattered or feel special if a boy like
Atif asked them to come to their home to meet them akele mein. He knew that it
was a bad move and it could land him in trouble but he anyways went for it. "Why
do you think I called you here to meet me aklele mein?" He winked at her. She
gave him an angry plus disgusted look. "I don't believe it! Maine socha tha ki
aap baki ladkon se alag honge but nahi all you boys are the same. I made the
mistake of not recognizing you or your intentions of me." Humaira was in tears
by then. She was leaving but Atif held her hand. "Leave my hand, Atif." "Bas
itna hi bharosa hai mujhpar?" Humaira did not reply and tried to wriggle out of
his hold. Atif pulled Humaira's arm and she twirled in towards him.
Humaira stepped
back. She looked into Atif's eyes. "If I did not have complete trust in you, toh
kabhi aapke ek baar kehne par yahan nahi aati." Atif took her hand in his.
"Trust me once more when I tell you this, yes I did call you in the absence of
my parents but mera koi aisa waisa iraada nahi tha behind calling you here." "Toh
kaisa iraada tha?" "Nek, bahut nek." Atif smiled. He put his hand out and asked
Humiara to place hers in his. He took Humaira's hand and led her out of his
bedroom. They walked to the other end of the corridor. Atif opened a door and
there was darkness. Humaira was scared of the dark. She tightly clutched onto
Atif's arm and her nails dug in it. Atif gently placed his hand on hers and
assured her that he would take care of her. Humaira felt Atif leave her hand
and heard a flick of a swtich. A spot light switched on and fell on Humaira's
right hand side. Humaira's eyes moistened and a huge smile came to her lips.
She saw that Atif
had got down on one knee and put forth a ring box. Humaira could clearly see
the expectation and love in his eyes. Her joy knew no bound. Atif was prospoing
to her. She had not even confessed her feelings. She too like any other normal
girl dreamed of this moment and Atif was making her dream come true. The man
and the ambience are so perfect for this moment but I am so under dressed for
this occasion.' Humaira thought. "Humaira? Humaira!" "Hmm?" "The box, look at it."
Humaira calmed her heartbeats and looked at the box. She could not believe her
eyes so she looked closer. "Key? Atif ye toh key hai!" He saw her smile vanish.
"What were you expecting?" He asked in a teasing voice. "Main kya expect
karoongi? Waise bhi who am I to expect anything from you." Humaira was
disappointed. Atif took her hand and placed the key in her palm. He then moved
the spot light to the centre of the room. Humaira saw the model of the dream
house that she had planned along with Atif. There was a tiny lock on a tiny
gate of the house. "Humaira, this is the house that you helped me plan. This is
not just my dream house, or yours, tumhara ya mera nahi humaare sapno ka ghar
hai ye. Ye key sirf iss ghar ke main gate ki nahi balki humaare khwabon ki
humaare khushiyon ke chaabi hai. I want to make all our dreams come true in
this house. I love you and want to make a life with you."
Humaira's eyes spoke her heart. She was too
in love with Atif. She was surprised with the proposal. Atif was still waiting
for her reply. "Humaira?" "We are getting late for college. Chalen?" Humaira
was leaving but Atif caught her hand. "Humaira?" Her heart was beating very
fast. She slowly turned to face Atif. The answer was written all over her face,
the lowered eye and the slight shy smile on her quivering lips. "Kya abhi faisla
karna zaroori hai?" Atif realized that his surpise was a pleasant yet a shock
for Humiara. She needed time and he was ready to give it to her. "No. Bas ek
baat ka khayal rakhna whenever you reply make sure ki jawab mere... humaare haq
mein ho." Humaira looked at Atif. She smiled and blinked. Atif had proposed to
her in a special way so she too wanted to say yes in a special way. It was what
Atif deserved.
Atif and Humaira very carefully brought the
dream house down to the main hall.
Atif and Humaira's dream House
"Humaira, come have a seat beta, you have
come so early I am sure breakfast bhi nahi kiya hoga. Please have breakfast
with us." Aslam invited Humaira for breakfast. "Dad, we are getting late." Atif
did not want Humaira to have breakfast with his parents as it was their
favorite time pass to talk of all things embarrassing about their son with his
friends especially his female friends. Atif took Humaira's hand and was
leaving. "Bittu!" Humaira heard Atif's mom's voice and stopped. "Bittu! Atif
you have a sister? Aapne kabhi nahi bataya. I always thought that you were an
only child." At that moment Atif wanted the floor to part and for him to be
buried inside. "Humaira, Bittu aao come, bacche have your breakfast and then go
to college." Humaira looked at Atif and understood that his nickname was Bittu.
Atif looked at Humaira. "Don't laugh, don't you dare laugh!" "I'm not. I
promise." Once again Husna called out to her son using his nickname. "MOM!!!" "OK
Atif Aslam Karimullah, Humiara pehli baar humaare ghar aayi hai, we can't let
her go without having something. Chup chap aao aur breakfast karo. Humaira,
please come."
Husna, Aslam, Humaira and Atif sat at the
dining table. Humaira saw that the breakfast was not being served as Atif and
his parents were waiting for someone. Then she saw an old roly poly man in his
70s come to the dining area. He was dressed in a white pathani suit. Humaira did
not recognize him at once but then she paid attention and realized that it was
the gardener. She was confused about him being at the dining table. She saw
Atif get up form his chair and hug the old man. "Daddu! Where have you been? I
want you to scold these two mujhe pareshan kar rahe hain!" Humaira now felt
like the floor should split and she should be buried in it. She was feeling
embarrassed. On seeing her condition Atif's grandfather laughed loudly. No one
understood why he was laughing. "I am sorry, daddu." She spoke softly. "Humaira,
why are you apologizing to daddu?" Atif asked as Husna and Aslam looked on. Humaira
told them the entire incident. "Humaira! How could you?" Atif scolded her and
she was almost in tears. As she got up from her seat to run away, the entire
Karimullah family laughed. She was then told that it was a misunderstanding
which was common for them. Atif's grandfather loved gardening and this hobby of
his many a times had him confused as a gardener. After breakfast Atif and
Humaira went to the college.
A/N: OK readers, Here it is Chapter 15 b Part 2.1. I hope all of you will like it and comment on it even though it is about Humaira and her AAK.
Zoya and her AAK coming tonight or latest by tomorrow.
Edited by Chahanya - 8 years ago
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