CHAPTER 35
Every morning dua would wake up either by her rm or sunshine in the morning but today was
special. Yes a very special way dua woke up this morning. In armaan''s arm.
"Let''s offer fajar sh" armaan said brushing dua''s hairs apart from her face.
They bothter offered sh together.
"It''s too heavy. What is filled in it stones and rocks." Dua asked armaan eyeing the luggage that
armaan got from yesterday.
"It got just stuff''s" he said
"Well you don''t have to take all the stuff every where, why don''t you remove your ''stuff''s'' out" dua said
getting annoyed.
"I will but not now after we return. Anyway I am going to the gym. Call me when breakfast is ready." He
said and left for his inbuilt gym.
Dua went to her room back to have a shower after which she would prepare the breakfast.
She made armaan''s protein shake, boiled some eggs, toast and pancakes and coffee for her self.
She went to call armaan for breakfast to the gym.
"Arm...aa" dua gasped seeing armaan without his shirt pulling a peck deck machine.
Luckily armaan didn''t notice as he was busy with the work out.
Dua was shamelessly ogling at him. Trying to memories each and every inch of him. She watched his
muscles flex with his each pull. Butterflies erupted in her stomach. She stopped when she heard some
one clear it''s throat. It was herself who did it. It catch armaan''s attention too.
She began to look everywhere except at him. Her cheeks were already heated and turned red.
"Aa.. breakfast. Yes. Breakfast is readye.. back. I mean..e down." She said and left like she
would miss her important train if she wouldn''t.
Armaan was confused at her baffling and blush but then he looked at himself in the mirror.
"Oh. Dua rizvi. That''s the reason of your nervousness." Armaan murmured to him self looking at his
reflection."Let''s see how much you could handle it." He continued thinking of an idea.
Dua was ting the breakfast. She gasped again looking at armaan who had his hairs ruffled in a
messy way on his head. She gulped looking at him. His shirt was sticking to his body. He had a shower
beforeing down. It made dua''s nervousness twice.
''Get your self together dua'' she chanted in her mind to herself.
She averted her eyes from him and focused on the empty te lying coldly on the table. Armaan took a
seat on the table.
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"Dua...dua." armaan said.
"Haaah." She said looking at him.
"I said would you bring me some orange juice." He said.
"Yeah. Orange juice." She said and paraded towards fridge. Taking the bottle out she mentally
prepared herself. ''Be strong dua. Be strong. We can do it. Don''t let him effect you this much.'' She
repeated it all over again and again.
She poured the juice in a ss and handed him. She turned back to prepare herself milk and cereals.
Armaan smiled unknowingly at dua who was trying very hard.
Dua took a seat in front of him, avoiding looking at him. She began to eat her breakfast.
"Hmm. Let''s leave after breakfast towards ammi and abba." Armaan said. Dua just nodded looking at
him.
"I can''t wait to see them." He said smiling. Which returned to him.
"Let''s go driver." Dua said sitting in the car.
"I am not your driver." He said.
"But technically you are as your driving the car. So it makes you a driver." Dua said in a duh tone.
"Well, I am not." He said.
"Okay.fine. let''s go now. Weren''t you excited to meet your parents." Dua said.
"No. Wait I forgot something." Armaan said and got out of the car.
Dua just rolled her eyes on him. After a while armaan came back but with a shopping bag. He got many
gifts.many. but dua always wonder when ever he brought the gift topic if he bought something for her
too.
"Seatbelts dua." He said.
"Hhhm." Dua was lost in her thoughts said.
"Seat.. let me just.." armaan saiding towards her and fastening the seatbelts for her.
Dua''s heart stopped beating at the close approximatey of them. Her breath turned heavy and it was
easy to notice by armaan. A smile made it''s appearance on his face. It made him happy knowing that
he effect her so much. While on the other hand it made dua annoy.
Armaan started the engine and they began to drive off.
Dua gathered herself together soon. ''How much times I have to do this'' she asked herself. ''As long as
you are stick to him.'' She replies to her self.
Soon they arrived to the mr.and mrs.rizvi''s home. Both mr. And mrs.rizvi weed them whole
heartedly.
"Hey. She is my ammi. Stay away from her you ammi thief" armaan said pulling the left hand of
mrs.rizvi.
"No. She was your ammi. Now she''s mine. We don''t need you anymore go away. Shoo" dua said
pulling right hand of ammi.
But armaan and dua were fighting for mr.rizvi.
"Tell her ammi whose ammi you are." Armaan said looking at mrs.rizvi.
"There nothing to im anything mr.armaan rizvi. She''s not your ammi. Why don''t leave daughter and
mother alone at there peace." Dua said ring at armaan.
"Enough. Is enough. Both of you leave me." Mrs.rizvi said suppressing herugh and trying her best to
look angry.
Both of them pouted looking at mrs.rizvi.
"Duae in the kitchen. We will make biryani today. I''ll need your help." mrs.rizvi said and left for the
kitchen.
Dua turned to face armaan showing him his tongue and left. Which only made him chuckle. He kept
staring at her her back while she leave.
"What am I gotta do with you dua rizvi." He said to himself.