Chapter 57

Saad's pov:

I didn't even know what was I thinking when I thought of confessing to her that I like her. I mean, yeah I do like her but what was I thinking when I decided to do that? I almost made a fool of myself. I didn't even know if she liked me back or not. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if she didn't like me. Afterall, it had just been a few days since we met. And I didn't even know why or how I started liking a crazy girl already.

It was all new to me, all these different feelings and emotions which I was feeling or which I felt at times. Maybe I was just over thinking about them but I couldn't get it out of my mind. Running a hand through my hair, I sighed in frustration.

And then there was ammi. She had suddenly started behaving weird. She wasn't being as talkative as she used to be or as jolly as she was. I didn't know what happened to her. Why was she suddenly behaving like that? Was she always like that? I had no idea. Her zoning out at times and her sharp looks. They all screamed trouble. But I really hoped that everything was alright. At least I hoped that everything would be alright.

Leaning back on the couch, I closed my eyes, feeling exhausted. I was having a headache and I wanted to sleep but I also had to complete a presentation and send it to my office.

The ringing of my phone brought me out of my thoughts. Checking the caller Id, I realised it was mama. Taking a deep breath, I picked up the call, hoping to come off as cheerful and happy as possible while greeting her. "Assalamualikum mama."

"Walikumussalam Saad. Waha jaake to tum hame bhul hi gaye." She complained as soon as she heard me.

(You forgot us after going there.)

"Nahi mama, aisa kuch nahi hai. Bas thoda busy tha mai. Aap kaisi hai?" I replied carefully, not wanting to lie, before trying to change the topic.

(No mama, it's nothing like that. I was just a bit busy. How are you?)

"Haa haa, waha jaake bohot busy ho gaye ho." She taunted, making me squeeze my eyes shut as regret filled my heart. I should have called them, I thought. "Alhamdulillah hum theek hai. Tum kaise ho? Aur Alayna? Wo kaisi hai?" She added, her voice going back to normal.

(Yeah yeah, you have gotten very busy after going there.)

(We are fine. How are you? And what about Alayna? How is she?)

"Alhamdulillah hum dono theek hai. Bas intezaar kar rahe hai wapas aake aapko gale lagane ka." I replied, smiling slightly while glancing at the door and contemplating whether to call Alayna or not. Putting the phone on speaker, I kept it on the couch beside me before opening my laptop to work.

(We both are fine. Just waiting to return back home and hug you.)

"Jee beta, bas aap apni mama ko hi gale lagao, aur kisi ko nahi. Hame to bilkul hi bhul gaye hai aap." I heard baba's faint voice, making me chuckle. Always the jealous one when it came to this.

(Yes son, just hug your mama and not anyone else. You have completely forgotten me.)

"Chup kariye, mai to aisa nahi kehti na jab aapki pari aapko gale lagati hai sabse pehle! Itna jalne ki koi zarurat nahi hai." Mama replied to him and I could imagine her glaring at him, which further made me chuckle.

(Stay quiet, I don't say anything like this when your fairy hugs you first! No need to be so jealous.)

"Jee baba, hum mama ko hi gale lagainge, aap bhi mama ko gale laga lijiye." I teased, controlling my laughter and enjoying his condition.

(Yes baba, we will only hug mama, you can also hug her.)

"Sabse pehle mujhe lagati hai. Lekin baad me to wo tumhe bhi gale lagati haina. Lagati hai ke nahi?" Baba answered her, ignoring my remark.

(First she hugs me. But after that she hugs you too. Am I not right?)

"Haa to aapka beta bhi baad me aapko gale lagata haina?" She retorted as I relaxed back on the couch and enjoyed their banter, a small smile playing on my lips.

(Yes, your son also hugs you afterwards, right?)

"Haa lekin wo tumhe zyada hug karta hai." He replied grumpily.

(Yes, but he hugs you more.)

"It doesn't matter. Now let me talk to my son." She replied to him before turning her attention to me. "In Sha Allah you both will be back soon. So, what were you doing?"

"It does matter to me. And he is my son too. And Saad, don't worry, I will hug her as much as I want." I could hear baba calling out loudly from behind her as she questioned me. I chuckled before shaking my head while picking up my phone and turning off the speaker. Something around the door caught my attention from the corner of my eyes, but before I could see what it was, it disappeared, making me confused.

Shaking my head, I continued to talk with mama.

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"Ya Allah, this is too much!" I muttered under my breath as a frustrated sigh escaped my lips and I leaned back on the couch, wanting to slam my laptop shut.

"What happened?" She asked me cautiously. eyeing me and my laptop while entering the room.

I glanced at her before closing my eyes. "Work, work and work." I murmured as my thoughts started drifting off to different places.

"Oh. Do you want some tea? Or maybe coffee?" She suggested, standing beside the couch.

"Tea, I guess." I replied, without opening my eyes.

"Okay. I will be back in a while." I heard her faint murmur before she was gone. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep early today. The work and the headache was getting to me. And I couldn't stop thinking about what bhai and bhabi said.

What now? What was the further plan? What was I going to do now? Would she be coming with me? What was ammi's plan? What would she do now, when we were married? Would she let her come with me or what? And what about her? Does she want to come with me? What were her future plans? What was my future plan? Because getting married was definitely not my plan. Nor was liking her.

How was I even supposed to break this news to mama and baba? How would they take it? What would happen then? Would they accept her? Would they like her? What would they say? They would definitely have problems with us getting married without letting them know, but I couldn't do anything about that now. And I didn't want any drama back then. So I would have to deal with it I guess. There might be lots of problems once I get back there, but I hoped that they wouldn't get too much and I would be able to overcome them. In Sha Allah I would be able to overcome them. Indeed Allah doesn't burden a soul more than what it could bear.

But what if they start taunting her? What if they start thinking that she was the one who trapped me just to get married to me and stuff? What if they think of her as a gold digger or something? I mean yeah, I was not that rich but still. It was a possibility. And I would never want for it to happen. I hoped that it wouldn't happen. I really hoped that they wouldn't make a fuss. Because drama was inevitable, but too much drama was something which I hated and would like to avoid as much as I can.

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