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I was accepting him, slowly but I was trying my best. Although I had no reason to, but still I was willing to give him a chance. he never gave me a single reason to forgive and forget about his previous harsh behavior. I was trying my best to forget about everything happened in the past, and move on. But how?

I was sitting in the university's cafeteria as the driver didn't come to pick me up yet. Haya said she was not feeling well, so she didn't attend the lecture, and so here I was waiting for the driver.

' Assalamualaikum, Noor bibi!' someone said from behind, which made me to turn my head and look up, only to find Fuzail Shaikh, standing there, smiling.

What the hell! How dare he to come here again! Was the rukhsati not enough for him? He was surely dangerous.

' ap yaha Kia kerrahe hai?' I asked in a sharp tone as I stood up from the bench with wild eyes. He was the reason, Meri rukhsati Arman ke sath jaldi Hui! How can I forget?

(What are you doing here?)

' itna ghussa? Mai to sir