CHAPTER 4
When the hijabi girl turned around
armaan saw her face.
She had this long bony nose. She had big eyes with a long eyshesplementing them. Her skin
was white with a rosy blush. Her jawline was sharp. Armaan took a sharp breath because he skipped a
few breaths. Though he couldn''t make the colour of her eyes in the dark. But it were light shade of
brown.
Armaan uttered Astagfiruh and pretend to talk on the phone which he was holding. She walked past
armaan not even sparing a nce on him cause she had focused somewhere else.
Armaan was filling guilty for his actions.
But armaan felt like he had no control over himself.
He returned to the front of the mansion when he saw her again she was at the gate. And outside the
gate were few street children the media was not in the site too. Armaan wanted to know why was she
talking to the street kids but decided against it. He then went inside to make an appearance.
"Hey, you''ve.... you hey... I told you guys toe after twelve a clock. It''s eight thirty right now. You''ve
have to wait for the guest to return. If you want to have food ther. only then you''ll get food.
Now go" said dua to the street kids. But to her disappointment the kid''s didn''t knew English. She
repeated herself in hindi this time. This wasn''t the first time that dua invited street kids for dawat. She
always did so. Although the high ss guest that came to the party never were intrested in the food,
but the hungry kids were.
Dua loved doing such things. It made her happy.
In the party armaan got all the amount of attention. Girl''s in the party were dying to get his attention, not
everydies were in hijab. Most of the women weren''t even Muslim.
Armaan found his old mate rohit. He was chatting with him. But he would be lying if he said he wasn''t
checking to find that specific girl.
Later armaan caught up with his dad who was talking with mr.shah and other know people.
Mr.shah appreciated armaan. He even asked him questions about business to which he replied
smartly.
Mr.rizvi asked mr.shah to call his daughter he haven''t seen them in ages. Mr.rizvi where like a family
friends to the Shah.
So mr. Shah went in search for them leaving mr.rizvi and armaan alone.
Armaan didn''t wanted to meet mr.shah''s daughter, hence was leaving but mr.rizvi caught him by arm''s
and stopped him. Armaan didn''t understood why did his father did so. He was about to protest when
mr.shah returned with a girl. She was among the one who armaan saw before entering."Meet mr.rizvi
and his son armaan. " mr.shah said to his daughter ayesha.
Ayesha said sm to them. To which only mr.rizvi replied.
Armaan even equated two and two she was hijabi girl''s sister. She had all the features a female should
have. Elegance, behavior,personality. But still Armaan didn''t liked the fact she wasn''t wearing a hijab, if
her sister can why she can''t. Armaan''s thoughts protest with each other. He didn''t minded women''s not
wearing hijab, it''s there personal choice but he wouldn''t want his partner to be so.
Armaan was so engrossed in his thoughts that he missed the conversation and even the seductive way
ayesha was eyeing him.
He don''t know what they were talking about so he just did "yeah" in between.
"Would you like toe with me. I''ll show something. It''s on terrace. It''s calm over there. It has a great
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view of the beach. Come on we will be back soon" said ayesha to armaan.
Armaan looked at his father who nodded at him. Armaan didn''t wanted to go but he still did. He thought
if he didn''t he would kind of hurt the feelings of not only to ayesha but his father too. His father wouldn''t
leave him alone with someone he just found out. It was fishy. Therefore he went with her.
Armaan was now following ayesha upstairs. On there way up on step ayesha made a pause talking to
someone of there age.
"Hey, arham. What are you doing here. I had asked you something to do. Did you do it." She asked
him.
"Yes. Ofcourse. I did. Your gift is on the other terrace by the TV room that you have." He replied.
"Good" said ayesha.
"Anything for you." Said arham but quickly covered by " I''m always at your service ma''am".
Ayesha chuckled at him and shook her head.
Armaan was so confused about there talk but didn''t took it seriously.
As per said by ayesha the view was actually breath taking.
The beach was calm and rxing. Though armaan got the hint the hint that this ce had beach but
didn''t expected to be it so amazing.
"See I told you this ce is amazing" said ayesha.
Armaan and ayesha chatted a lot.
Armaan badly wanted to ask her about her sister and what between them two but didn''t. It was there
family matter he had no right to say anything.
Armaan didn''t though that ayesha would be such an amazing girl. all misconceptions about her that
armaan had were cleared now. After all never judge a book by it''s cover. He thought.
Armaan asked ayesha to were the restroom was. She gave him the directions to him.
On his way back he got lost and ended up on different terrace. He was about to return when he heard
some crying sound. He followed the sound. He found the same hijabi girl he saw earlier.
Armaan didn''t wanted to leave a crying girl alone so he went closer to her.
He was standing behind her and was about to say something but she spoke first even without looking
back.
"Arham is that you. I thought you won''t return."she said between her cries and continued "what took
you so long toe back. I''m sure ayesha would have stopped you."
Armaan didn''t knew what to do so he just hmmm to all she said.
Suddenly she began tough
"You know arham. I know that you spiked my drink. I saw you doing it and see the pills aren''t dissolved
yet." She said lifting the ss and hit it with her finger. Armaan saw something white pill like thing at
the base of the ss that had undoubtedly coke in it.
Dua was stillughing. Armaan waspletely confused. These sister were making him crazy.
"You know. I even know why you did this and who said you to do this" she said.
Armaan unintentionally said "who".
Duaughed again and said........