It was a sweet November morning. Neha heard the alarm and got up quickly. She groaned loudly and sat up on the bed. It was 6 O'clock in the morning, she could hear Azan calls. She stretched her hands above her head and rubbed her eyes lightly. A yawn escaped her lips as she got up from bed and made her way to the bathroom. She looked into her wardrobe and selected a pink kurti and paired it up with skinny blue jeans. She hopped into the hot shower and washed her body. Once satisfied, she stepped out of the shower and wore her clothes. She wrapped her towel on her head, brushed her teeth real quick and stepped out of the bathroom. She dried her hair with the towel. She stood up to offer the first Salah of the day. Once she was done with her Salah and prayers she got up and went downstairs.
"Good morning Chachu." Neha greeted her sweet uncle who also got free from his Salah.
"Now my morning is going to be good as you have greeted me my kid. Good morning to you too. Now tell me your aunt and your lazy cousins are up or still in bed." Neha's uncle Arshad asked.
"Still in bed Chachu. You tell me what would you like to have for breakfast?" Neha asked her chocolatey uncle.
"Omelette with butter loafs with a huge cup of tea." Arshad replied to his daughter like niece.
"Okay you sit down on the dining table, I'll bring you your breakfast along with my own." She replied with a wide smile. Arshad patted her head and gave her blessings. She went to the kitchen and started preparing breakfast for her uncle first.
Neha Samad, is her full name and she lives in Karachi Pakistan. He mother Alina passed away during giving birth to her. Her father Samad Ali raised her like a princess. She was his only daughter. Samad never married again because he was worried that his princess Neha would be a burden for another woman and she could treat Neha badly. Neha was 16 when her father passed away. His heart gave up and stopped beating. Arshad was her only family then, he took her in. Arshad was very sweet and kind towards his niece and so his wife Naveen. Arshad and Naveen had three children, Laila, Laiba and Mustafa. Laiba was an amazing cousin for Neha. She welcomed Neha open arms like her parents. Mustafa was the oldest one. He was older than all the girls. He was very kind and sweet, just like his father. But Laila, she was a witch. She never liked Neha. She always tried to get Neha in trouble, always tried to make her life hell. Neha was busy preparing breakfast for her uncle when her cousin Mustafa came into the kitchen. He quietly came behind her and screamed loudly.
"What are you doing Neha?" He screamed loudly in her ear and she jumped.
"Oh my God bhaiya, what the hell is wrong with you?" Neha tried to scream back but failed due to her wild heart in her ribcage and shallow breaths.
"It's always fun to scream in your ear." Mustafa said and he started laughing hysterically.
"Not so much funny bhaiya. One day my heart will stop beating because of your stupid pranks." She said while gritting her teeth.
"What are you cooking, hmm, it smells good. Make one for me as well." Mustafa said and his stomach growled loudly.
"You made a mistake bhaiya, now cook for yourself, I'm out of here." Neha replied with a mischievous grin on her beautiful face. She was about to exit the kitchen with a tray in her hands for both her uncle and herself, when Mustafa grabbed her by her arm and stopped her.
"Please, make me breakfast, you make it so delicious. I promise I will take you shopping tonight." Mustafa said with pleading eyes and a cute puppy face.
"And I can buy anything, you won't stop me not even if I bought myself a new mobile?" Neha asked with a raised brow and the same mischievous grin on her face.
Mustafa raised both of his hands in surrender and bowed in front of her. "I will buy you two mobiles, okay. Happy?" Mustafa asked.
"Very, what do you want to eat?" Neha asked happily.
"Anything you're having." He replied casually.
"I'm having oatmeal. Or do you want eggs?" Neha asked.
"Nah. Oatmeal is good. I'm in the dining room." Mustafa replied and exited the kitchen. Neha quickly dished out the oatmeal for her cousin as well and went to the dining room. Mustafa and Arshad were sitting together and talking when Neha entered the dining room. She placed the tray in front of her uncle and took hers and Mustafa's dishes in her hands. She gave Mustafa his bowl of oatmeal, then sat on her chair and started eating.
"Arman's birthday is close. Have you thought of anything Neha? What do we have to give him as a gift? And what you are giving him." Arshad asked in a serious tone. Arman Khan was Neha's fiancee and son of samad's childhood friend Akbar. They both set up their children to make their friendship stronger.
"Gift him poison Chachu, I don't care." Neha said and shrugged her shoulders carelessly.
"Neha, he's your fiance, you should care." Arshad scolded her.
"Chachu, I really don't want to waste my time over that piece of stupid trash head." Neha said as she made a disgusted face. She got up and took her bowl with her.
"Baba, if she doesn't like him, why is she obligated to marry him?" Mustafa asked his father.
"My brother set them both together. I can't separate them." Arshad replied with narrowed eyes.
"Baba, you know that's not a good thing. She doesn't like him and he's not well educated like her, in fact he is not even well mannered. Think about it baba, she is beautiful and well educated, she can get much better man for herself. He doesn't deserve her at all." Mustafa tried to reason his father knowing his cousin doesn't want to be married to Arman.
"Enough Mustafa, we are not having this argument ever again. Am I clear?" Arshad stood up and yelled at his son.
"Fine baba, do whatever you want. But he doesn't deserve her." He said as he stood up, picked up his bowl as well and left.
"You know it's impossible bahiya, to make him realize that Arman isn't a good man. You don't have to fight for me. I know my God has something special for me." Neha said with a grateful smile on her face.
"I can't stop fighting, not until he realizes that Arman isn't good for you." Mustafa said as he patted her head. She forced a small smile on her face and nodded her head.
"I need to get ready for my University, or I'll be late." Neha said.
"Okay, you go and get ready. I'm in the living room waiting for you." Mustafa replied with a smile. She quickly ran upstairs, packed her bag, tied her hair in a ponytail and went downstairs.
"I'm ready, Chachu I'll be late today. I have practicals and a few extra classes." She told her uncle.
"Okay, God bless you. Stay safe." Arshad patted her head and gave her his blessings. Mustafa went to his car and Neha also hopped into the car.
"How much time will it take? I'll come and pick you up." Mustafa asked while buckling his seat belt.
"No need bhaiya, I will take auto and Zara will be with me. So don't worry." Neha replied.
"Do you have extra money with you?" He asked.
"Yes I do. Now please start driving or I'll be late." Neha replied. Mustafa chuckled and drove off. Mustafa was always like a brother to Neha, she respected him and he also loved her like a sister. He helped her a lot in her studies and also in her hard time when her father had passed away. He was always there for her whenever she needed him but he felt guilty to even think that his baby sister will be married to a person like Arman. He even tried to talk to his mother Naveen to make his father understand that Arman isn't good for Neha, but they both failed as Arshad never listened to anyone when it comes to Neha and Arman's relationship.
Neha stepped out of the car and started walking towards the University gates. She was walking towards her department when someone grabbed her by her elbow and pulled her at the corner. She would have screamed if she wouldn't have known that her greedy fiancee, Arman, is the only person in the world who could do something like this. "What the hell is wrong with you Arman?" Neha yelled at him."Whatever, my birthday is close as you know. What are you planning to give me this time?" Arman asked."A bottle filled with poison would do, right?" Neha replied sarcastically."I told my friend that you are giving me a Rolex watch with iPhone X." Arman replied. Laila's phone started ringing and shit picked it up. "Hello." Laila greeted her friend Sobia, who was calling her."Where the hell are you, Laila?" Sobia asked."At home, why are you asking?" Laila asked back."I can't tell you that on call. You have to come to my place, right now." Sobia explained."What happened? I am not coming. I have to go to the salon. Then on shopping." Laila declined her best friend."For Gosh sakes Laila, if you don't come home right now, you are going to be stuck into the biggest problem of your life." Sobia threatened her.<
A Stupid Love Story CHAPTER 03
Laila's phone started ringing and shit picked it up. "Hello." Laila greeted her friend Sobia, who was calling her."Where the hell are you, Laila?" Sobia asked."At home, why are you asking?" Laila asked back."I can't tell you that on call. You have to come to my place, right now." Sobia explained."What happened? I am not coming. I have to go to the salon. Then on shopping." Laila declined her best friend."For Gosh sakes Laila, if you don't come home right now, you are going to be stuck into the biggest problem of your life." Sobia threatened her.<
Neha was sitting in the back seat of the car with that strange man. She looked at the driver and back to that strange man. "I just have to take care of this idiot with me. The driver sure is a lazy bottom. He won't be any problem for me." Neha thought and looked at the man sitting beside her."Please let me go. I don't know who you are and what do you want?" Neha said between her dramatical sobs."So now you don't even know him?" The driver asked and she glared at him."Keep your mouth zipped doofus or I will do that for you." Neha yelled and the driver's eyes widened in shock."Please, I swear I haven't seen you in my life
Arshad raised his hand upon his niece and Neha closed her eyes. But it never came. She opened her eyes again and found Azfar holding Arshad's hand. "I know Mr Ali that she is your daughter but now she is my wife and I will never allow anyone to insulate my wife like this." Azfar said in an anger laced voice."It's not what you think. Let me explain. I… " Neha tried to explain but was stopped in the middle by Arshad."I don't need your explanation Neha, I have never thought that you could think to take an extreme step like this. From now on, you are dead to us. Get out and never show us your face again." Arshad said and shut the door on her face. Neha fell on the ground and started sobbing hard."Chachu please, you can't do t
Azfar heard his alarm and he hit the snooze. He looked at Neha who was still sleeping soundly on her side of the bed. He smiled and went to her side. He sat on the edge of the bed and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. His world was finally with him. He gulped hard when his eyes fell on her slightly parted lips. He took a deep breath to calm himself. He knew she would not let him touch her that easily. "You have no idea what you mean to me." He whispered and pecked her forehead.He then stood up and went to the bathroom. He took a quick shower and stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. Neha was up by then. Azfar stepped out of the bathroom and Neha screamed as she saw him half naked in front of her. He thought she might have had a nightmare. He quickly went to her side and sat b
After a joyful breakfast with her new family, Neha got ready for her University. It was her last semester and she didn't want to let go of what she had achieved by then. Azfar offered her a ride and she accepted it. She didn't want to show him that it wasn't a forced marriage for her. She was still pretending to be forced into this relationship. She didn't speak a single word and Azfar noticed it. He was feeling bad for forcing a lady into a relationship but he couldn't bear to see her with any other man. She was his and he made sure no other men would ever think about her the way he could think. He stopped the car by the University gate and turned to face Neha. "When will you be done by your classes?" He asked softly."I will be late. The practicals and tests and extra classes and…" she was explaining to him when he put his index finger
"You look more beautiful when you blush. This pink and red color on your skin makes me feel like you are a rose and I have to take care of you so you will stay fresh forever." He whispered in her ear. She looked at him with tears in her eyes. His smile fell and he cupped her face."What's wrong Neha? Did I say something wrong?" He asked her."You married me because of my face only." She replied and started sobbing hard."What? Are you in your senses? When did I tell you that I marry you for your face only?" Azfar asked her angrily."You said yourself, you fell in love with the pictures of me. You don't
After dinner, Neha and Azfar came back home after midnight. Fatima and Raheem were already in bed, sleeping peacefully. They quietly stepped into the house and went straight to their bedroom. Azfar put all the shopping bags on their bed and went to the closet. He emptied the biggest compartment of his wardrobe for Neha and then brought all the bags into the closet. One by one, he emptied all the bags and set her things into her wardrobe. Once done he brought Neha into the closet. "Now that your wardrobe is set, I want all my clothes back." He said in a friendly tone."Okay." She replied softly with a smile. He exited the closet and sat at the edge of the bed."Can't you sleep on the couch?" She asked and he turned to look at her with a raised brow.