Amnaa Samnaa

I caught hold of her and tried to explain what happened inside, but she wasn't ready to listen.


"Agar tum Kate se hi pyaar karte the, toh you should've told me! Atleast mujhe ghalat impression toh na dete! Mujhse itni nazdeekiyan na badatein!", she said.


"Amna! Meri baat toh suno", I said, holding her hand, while she struggled to let go.


"Kya bolna baaki reh gaya ab? Haan? Besharam, let go off my hand!", she yelled. Her eyes were red, and tears were flowing down both her eyes.


Everyone around us were staring at us, which made the whole situation even more uncomfortable for me.


"Yahan aao...", I took her to the side, while the rest of the people continued back to whatever they were doing.


"What you saw in was-", she didn't even let me complete my sentence.


"I don't wanna listen! Let me go!", she struggled, moving her wrists left to right, and I finally let go.


She turned around and started walking away from me.


"Amna! Tumhe jo samjh na hai who samjho, but I just want to let you know that mere aur Kate ke beech na kuch tha, na kuch hai aur na kabhi kuch hoga! She tried kissing me but I didn't even let her kiss me!", I said, as a tear rolled down my cheek.


She stopped.


Did she hear me? Amna, turn around if you heard me! Turn around!


"Aur haan, aaj ke baad don't even try to contact me! We don't exist for each other!" she said, turning around. I could see the anger in her eyes.


Amna please don't do this to me. Your tears, show me that you love me too, but please don't let this stupid thing come in between us.


No! I wasn't going to let this happen. Her tears were a proof that she loved me back. I had been waiting for it, and now, finally, when I know it for sure, she was drifting away from me? No I couldn't let this happen.


Bhaag Shehry Bhaag! Aaj nahi toh fir kabhi nahi. Yeh mauka firse nahi milega! Don't let her go away from you. Not now!


I threw my bag on the floor, and ran as fast as I could, towards her. Caught her, turned her around, and hugged her. Hugged her for the very first time. My heart was beating the fastest it had ever beaten, as I hugged her tightly against my chest. I could feel her heart beat fast too. She was probably shocked at this moment. She probably didn't know what was going on.


After about two minutes of hugging, I finally let go. I placed my hands on her shoulders, while she looked at me full of anger, with tears in her eyes. Her eyes were bloodshot red. I raised my hands, held her face and wiped away her tears with my thumbs, while the rest of my fingers were on the sides of her face.


"Amna! I only love you and nobody else! Do you understand? I didn't kiss Kate! She tried to but I didn't let her!", I told her, looking straight into her eyes. "My heart only belongs to you, and nobody else!"


"Do you think I'm stupid? First you kiss Kate,a and now you hug me in front of so many people? I know what kind of a person you are!", she said taking my hands off her shoulders, "Tumhare jaise bohot dekhe hain maine! You'er just a player Shehryaar! You played with my feelings, gave me a hint that youlike me, aur ab when im sure about my feelings, you decided to kis Kate?! You think you're so famous, you can do whatever you want?"


"Bu-bu-but Amna, I didn't-", I couldn't even complete my sentence, because she cut me off saying, "I know what you're going to say. You didn't kiss Kate right? I'm not dumb Shehryaar! I saw it with my own eyes."


She loosened her shoulders from my grip, picked up her backpack and left.


I decided to leave too.


I left college early, and decided to go hang out with Atif and Waqas.



******The Next Day*******


Amna's POV:


"Amna, yaad hai na aaj sham hume dad ki office party mein jaana hai?", said mom passing the glass of milk to me.


Oh shit! I totally forgot!


"Arey Mama, main batana hi bhool gaya, aaj mein nahi aa sakta hoon. I have to finish a sociology paper, and its due tomorrow.", Umer said.


"Mama, I'm not going to college today, aaj koi important class bhi nahi hai toh I can get ready for the party araam se.", I didn't wanna go see Shehryaar's face again today.


"Amna, tabiyat to theek hai na?", mom asked concerened, as she touched my forehead with her fingers, to see if I had fever.


"I'm fine Mama.", I said as I moved my face the other way, not letting her touch my forehead. "I'm gonna go up to my room, and complete my homework that I have due tomorrow so I won't have to worry at night."


I got up, and walked up stairs to my room. I threw myself on the bed, and didn't realize that I actually fell asleep.


I was woken up by my mom screaming my name from the bottom of the stairs.


"Amnaaaaaaaaaaa!"


I looked at the clock, and it was 4 o clock. We had to be there at the venue by 6!


ShitShitShit!


"I woke up Mama, don't worry, ill get ready as fast as I can", I told her rushing to the bathroom. I washed my face, did my makeup, and my hair, and then rushed back to my closet to decide what to wear. I remember dad mentioning it earlier that it was a desi kind of a party, so I decided to wear a black churidaar, with silver high heels.


I went down, and Mama and Baba, both were ready, waiting for me.


"Sorry, thodi der ho gayi", I told them, while fixing my dupatta.



"Wow, you look like a girl today, finally", said Umer chuckling to himself.


"UMER!" Baba always had to show his angry side to make Umer stop.


"Chalein?", asked Mama, opening the door.


We all walked out, and sat in our car, and told the driver to take us to the venue.


Upon reaching, I saw this beautiful hall, decorated with red roses all over. The tables had golden net covers, and the chairs had red cushions, with a golden ribbon tied at the top.


I wonder what the occasion is. Shehryaar kie bare mein sochte sochte mein baba se occasion ke bare mein poochna hi bhool gayi


I facepalmed my self slightly, talking to myself. "Phir se Shehryaar ki yaad?"



Baba took us to a big round table in the center, that had the 'Reserved' card placed on it. It was the biggest table in the hall, and had 8 chairs in total.



"Aaplog yahan baitho, main abhi aata hoon", said Baba and walked towards the door.


I saw him walk towards a couple, with a little girl. He shook hands with the man, and then pointed towards us, and gestured them to follow him.


He came to us and introduced us to them.


"Yeh meri wife hai Nazia, aur yeh meri beti hai Amna."


We both did our Salaams, to them and Baba continued on, "Umer se toh applog mil chuke hain!"


"Jee jee", said the man, and then Baba introduced them to us.


"Yeh Asif hai, mere bohot hi ache dost, aur yeh inki wife hain, Shaista, aur yeh inki choti se beti Maha."


"She's so cute MashAllah", I said pulling the little girl's cheeks. She seemed abit familiar to me. I felt like I had seen her somewhere before, but i just couldn't rememeber where.


Baba continued, "Maine applog ko abhi tak nahi bataya, because I wanted this to be a surprise, lekin the occasion for this party is that Asif, and I have decided to become partners in this business."


"WOWWW!" said Mama, and Aunty simultaneously.


I was so happy for my dad.


"Abrar jee, apne toh hume hint tak nahi diya! Yeh toh bohot khushi wali baat hai! MashAllah!", my mom sad excited.


They all congratulated each other, and then sat on the table.


"Aapke bacche kahan hai? Nazar nahi aa rahein", Baba said looking around.


They have more kids? I thought Maha was their only child.


"Honge kahin! Aapko to pata hai na, they're in charge of the music, and photography today. And apparently ajj koi surprise bhi hai humare liye", said Asif uncle also looking around for his kids.


"Oh there they are!", he said waving at two guys, dressed in black formals.


The two guys started walking towards us, and as I squinted my eyes to get a closer look in this dark environment, I noticed they looked familiar.


They got closer, and say what???? It was none other than Shehryaar and Hussain.




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So guys! Amna's dad and Shehry's dad are now business partners. What do you think will happen next?


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