Ansif blinked his eyes few times as he got his conscious back. As the flashed of what happened few hours ago drowned in to him, he immediately turned to Simran whose head was laying on  the dash b0ard of the car with closed eyes. Seeing her like that, his heart beat raced, he called her softly yet desperately but she didn’t replied to him.   He moved closer to her to see if she got any injury on head or something. At the same time, Simran raised her head from the dashboard holding her head with her hand. She narrowed her eyes seeing Ansif so close to her that their breaths were mingling. She felt tinkles all over her body due to their proximity. She blinked her eyes thrice as she composed herself taking a control of her heart and brain.   Moving her body back letting it lean on the door of her side, she signed him  to move away with her eyes which he did with a sigh. He is damn sure that Simran misunderstood his intention like she

*** Before starting, I would like to apologize for vanishing for.. months, i guess. I am really sorry. Do read the previous chapter if you lose the flow of the story. Sorry once again!***   34: Back to normal The drive back to home was silent, they had a lot of things to talk but they gulped it down their throat. Though the drive was not awkward as they expected it to be.   When they reached home, Simran turned to him “Thanks for taking me there though it was not really planned”. He smiled at her words, he wanted to become her friend and by this trip it looks like he is closer to the goal. Both came outside the car, looking each other they passed a warm smile.   “Ansif baby, why did you ditch me at the last moment?” The smile on their faces vanished hearing the voice. Clearing her throat, Simran walked inside without sparing a look back at Ansif and Saba. She asked to herself while making her way inside ‘What is

36_A date with a stranger "Why were you absent yesterday?" Afifa asked dragging Simran with her , Riya and Shifa followed her. "Did he do anything inappropriate? I will kill him!" Riya grunted. With that Simran started narrating the happenings of yesterday not to forget the fight between her and him.   Hearing her side of story, Shifa asked "Were you jealous?"   Widening her eyes at what Shifa asked , Simran shook her head denying her "Why would I be jealous?"   "Because he is your husband!"Afifa said wiggling her eyebrows , a teasing smile appearing on her lips."Are you guys not going to talk about the fact her in laws were looking for proposals for her?" Riya asked raising her eyebrow. "Everyone is crazy there, I fear if I would go mad by staying with them" Simran said dramatically.   "Tell me how was the groom" Riya said ignoring the worry of Simran. "He was handsome and good looking, not

38: A friend request "Simran, she is Saba, My girlfriend. Saba, this is Simran, My wife." While Saba was in shock, trying to register the words of her Ansif baby, Simran passed a tightlipped smile to her before turning to her dear husband. Simran raised her eyebrows at Ansif; amused by the way he introduced her to Saba. Meanwhile, Ansif looked straight avoiding the mocking face of his wife. Watching Saba’s eyes filling with tears, Simran said trying to save herself from the upcoming flood, “Before you cry your eyes out, let me make it clear. There is nothing between Ansif and me; No feelings or emotions of which you have to be scared of. I know there are a lot of questions in your head and do feel free to ask them to your Ansif baby, he will have answers for your every question.” Feeling Ansif’s eyes on her, she added, “And the most important thing; we both don’t consider this marriage as a marriage. Arif and Aliyah are searching for a suitable match for me. Therefore, you do not h

Arman and Arif were playing video game when Simran made her way into the room, "Arif, can I have your phone?" Pausing the game, he passed his phone to her before focusing back on the game.Aliyah who sat there, watched her leave the room as wrinkles formed on her forehead Turning to her cousin who was busy in his game, she asked, "Why would she need your phone?" Getting silence as response from him, she called him, "Arif!""Yeah?""Sami took your phone." She informed him. When the latter nodded, she repeated, "Why would she need your phone?" Receiving the same response as before, she called him in a high pitch, "Arif!"Arman turned to see his Aunt looking at his father, vexed. Prodding on his father's arm, he pointed to the hothead behind them. Arif groaned as his son hit his car with his own, "Why are you being a nosy Aunt?""Are you seriously going to ignore the fact that she chose your phone which hardly had her friends' number instead of my phone!" When he opened his mouth, she con