After what seemed like an eternity of shopping, the girls finally decided to head back home. This decision came as a great relief to the boys, who had been silently enduring the endless rounds of stores.

With a collective sigh, each boy moved toward the cars, eager to leave the mall behind.

Aniya,Alina,Anfal and Ayan headed towards one car, whereas in the second car , Haya , Ehsal , Afran sat.

Dua and Hassan went towards Hassan's car , but Muskaan swiftly took the passenger seat of the car, and Dua, who was tired, didn't bother to sit in the front.

She opened the back door of the car and entered. Hassan, who was watching this, clenched his fingers in frustration. Not wanting to argue further, he called Ehsan who was heading towards Arfan's car and threw the car keys in his direction, making him caught them effortlessly.

Ehsan raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked in Hassan's direction for an answer.

"Kya..??

Aj car tum drive karo...mera sar dhukh raha hai itni shopping karkar..main peeche baith raha hoon " Hassan said, rubbing his temples.

Ehsan's eyes widened in shock, "Huuh...kya??
Main ...main...chalaunga woh bhi apki gari ...??
Bhaijaan ap theek to hai ...kahi gir wir to nahi gaye..??!!"

The reason for the shock was simple, Hassan never let anyone, and that meant **ANYONE**, touch his precious car.

(You know boys and their obsession with cars )

Not meeting his eyes, Hassan replied haughtily, "zyada nataunki na karo ..aur chup chap chalao gari bina kuch bakwas kiye,"

With that, Hassan climbed into the backseat and settled beside a sleeping Dua.

Afran, who was watching the exchange, shot Hassan a knowing smile but said nothing as he started his own car. He made a mental note to get all the details later. Meanwhile, the other boys watched Ehsan in jealousy as he gleefully jumped up and down like a fool in the middle of the parking lot.

Muskaan, who saw the whole scenario, clenched her fist in anger.

She turned towards Hassan and said very sweetly, " ap yaha front seat mein baith jayiye..main peeche chali jati hoon..!!"

Hassan looked at her for a few seconds, before returning his attention to his phone and said , " nahi tumhi baitho wahi par. " He replied flatly.

Then leaning out of the window, he yelled at Ehsan, " Aj ghar jana hai ki nahi...ya phir yahi ghar basane ka soch liya hai tumne..???"

Startled by Hassan's sudden shout, Ehsan muttered under his breath as he hurried to the driver's seat "Khush bhi nahi hone de te 2 min ke liye bhi.... Dua ne bilkul sahi naam rakha hai...MR.JALLAD..!!!"

In the other cars, almost everyone had fallen asleep, worn out by the day's shopping spree.

In Hassan's car, Ehsan was driving with a wide grin on his face , thrilled to be the first person other than Hassan to drive the car. He was already thinking of ways to flaunt this moment in front of his. Muskaan, on the other hand, was fuming I'm the front seat glancing back with hatred every so often, frustrated by her lost opportunity to be close to Hassan.

Whereas Dua was sleeping soundly, oblivious to her surrounding, her breathing even and peaceful, Hassan couldn't help but admire her as she looked so serene and innocent. He closed his eyes, trying to get some rest.

Ehsan took a turn, a little harshly, which made Dua to put her head on Hassan's shoulder. Hassan opened his eyes in an instant and looked at her who was snuggling towards him. She adjusted her head in such a way that her breath was slowly fanning in Hassan's neck, making him gulp.

He closed his eyes for a few seconds, then turned and looked down towards her who was sleeping so soundly. Sighing, he gently held her head and adjusted her head in his lap so that she could sleep normally for the time being. He stroked her head and she mumbled something which made him smile.

Muskaan, who was watching these two, clenched her fingers so tightly that her nails were digging in her palm , she was burning with jealousy whereas Ehsan was in his own world, he was so happy that he didn't care about his surroundings. He was driving the car with a continuous grin on his face.

The car came into a halt, making everyone come out of their trance. Ehsan turned back and saw that his sister was asleep. Smiling towards her, he said ," Iska sahi hai...pagal kahi bhi so sakti hai" making Hassan smile and humming in agreement.

Muskaan unable to control her anger any longer , she slammed her car door and stormed towards the villa, making both Ehsan and Hassan shocked.

The noise startled Ehsan causing him to jump and hit his head on the window, while Dua stirred in her sleep and snuggled more into Hassan's lap.

Ehsan and Hassan both glared in Muskaan's direction. Shaking his head, Hassan said, " Ehsan tum yeh sab bag lekar chalo andar, main Dua ko tab tak utha raha hoon"

Nodding his head, Ehsan grabbed the shopping bags and headed inside, leaving Hassan and Dua in the car.

Hassan gently called Dua's name , stroking her hair to wake her. She slowly opened her eyes and looked into his face.

She smiled idiotically towards him and then raised her hand to touch his face, making Hassan blink in surprise.

"Ap kitne handsome hai bhaijaan..aur apki cheeks kitni soft hai...lekin..." Dua said while pinching his cheeks, making Hassan look at her in shock and then in amusement.

"Achaa..!!! Lekin kya...?" Hassan asked, intrigued.

"Lekin aap na pure jallad lagte hai jab ap apni yeh badi badi ankhein se ghurte ho sabko...." Dua replied, making his eyes widen.

" You know I pity your future wife... bichari ko kitna boring aur khadoos husband milega ..." she added, pouting.

Hassan, who was looking at her in amusement now, was glaring at her and said in a deep voice, " Dua chalo neend se bahar ao.. aur tumhe fikar karni ki koi zaroorat nahi hai tum apni fikar karo..."

Dua, who was talking in her sleep, suddenly jolted awake at his sharp tone. In her startled state, she collided her head with his nose.

"Aahhh... Dua ek kaam tumse nahi hota hai...naak todh di tumne meri...ya Allah...!!!" Hassan yelled, rubbing his now cherry red nose.

Dua looked at him shocked and started ranting," Sorry sorry bhaijaan ...maine apko jaan bujh kar nahi mara...I'm sorry" She moved his hand away and began to run his nose gently with her own hands.

Due to this movement, her face was too close to his face, making him forget about his nose, which was now red like a cherry. He looked at her face, which was covered with worry, making him smile slightly.

Clearing his throat, he said, " choro ise aur chalo andar..!!"

Breathing a sigh of relief, Dua opened the door and ran out at lightning speed into the house, making him look at her in amusement.

As he followed her inside, still rubbing his nose, he thought to himself, " ladki ne shayad sach mein meri naak todh di hai"

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