MADE FOR EACH OTHER

CHAPTER 26

Next night dua volunteered to sleep on the couch. Though armaan didn't wanted her too. But he wasn't

looking for argument hence, let her do what she wanted to.

And rest of the week went like a blur. Both armaan and dua acting like a shy couple in front of their

family and in their absence being a complete stranger. They alternately slept on the couch. Armaan

didn't know what he should do. May be apologize but dua had turned her heart made up of stone.

Although the numbers of guest at armaan's house were reducing. Even the twins left. As shahid had

work and shahida had to attend the college.

One morning armaan was busy with some emails on his desktop while dua was getting ready for the

day when mrs.rizvi came in their room. She had a goofy smile plastered on her face.

"Ammi. If you would need anything. You just have to call for me. I would have come to you" said

armaan making her ammi seat on the couch.

Dua was touched by armaan caring so much about his mother.

Mrs.rizvi shook her head and said

" I am here with to ask you guy's when are you going for your honeymoon trip." Armaan looked as his

mother in disbelief while dua was turning into scarlet red color.

After a long time of bickering both managed to delay there honeymoon. Promising to go sometimes

later.

"Fine. Fine. There's one more thing. For dua especially." Said mrs.rizvi. dua smiled at her mother-in-

law.

Mrs.rizvi took one hand of armaan and holding it doing same with dua.

"We want you both to shift to your new house." mrs.rizvi said.

Armaan knew about it but almost forgot.

"Ammi. Why all of sudden you are making us shift." Dua asked a bit astonished.

"No. Dear we aren't removing you out. We just want you to give space." mrs.rizvi said.

"But ammi. I want to stay with you and abba" Dua said sulking.

Mrs.rizvi laughed at dua.

"Don't worry I'll keep a check on you. It's not like you're shifting forever. You can come back whenever

you want." mrs.rizvi said.

"I have done everything with the furniture. You just have to pack your stuff and leave." mrs.rizvi said.

"When" armaan asked.

"Today itself." mrs.rizvi said and continued " I'll tell the maids to pack your stuff. You can go ahead. And

yes armaan" mrs.rizvi said looking at armaan. " shehnaaz amma ain't feeling good. Me and your abba

are leaving for Mumbai in the afternoon. So we can't accompany you." She said.

Both armaan and dua nodded at mrs.rizvi.

She made armaan hold the hand of dua gave them some blessing and left.

They both untangled their hands as soon as mrs.rizvi left.

When afternoon came mr.and mrs.rizvi left for Mumbai while armaan and dua left for their new place.

A maid introduced herself as they entered. Mrs.rizvi had stocked the grocery for months. The interior

was very homely and welcoming. Armaan was busy on his phone in the hall when dua came in stood in

front of him.

"We'll take different rooms" she said and left. She began walking to armaan's room. Mrs.rizvi made

both of their stuff go in same room. Dua began shifting all her stuff to next room. Armaan didn't liked

the idea of it. Dua's behavior was making him crazy. He was banded to go back to work by his abba

and was doing work from home.

Dua was making dinner when armaan came in the kitchen. She was cooking some pasta.

"Are you done." Armaan asked.

"Yes. Just five minutes. It'll be done." She said.

She began to remove plates and set them. Armaan was looking at her and something came up in his

mind. He got up went. After few minutes he returned with something. It was credit card. He moved his

hand and offered it to her.

"Yes. I know you are an independent woman and you don't need my money and all that but you know I

have to show my face to Allah and prophet. So don't argue." He said.

"Fine." Said dua and took it. It had her name on it dua armaan rizvi.

"Armaan." She said. Armaan looked at her. " Jazak Allah" (may Allah reward you with goodness) she

said.

"Oh. And yes. I ordered you a phone. Since your is lost.so.." he said.

This time dua nodded and began serving dinner.

They were both having there dinner in silence.

"Oh. Since abba isn't here. I have to go back to the work. But I'll come back by asar." He said. Dua

nodded at him again.

"When would you leave." She asked him.

"I'll get by eight but I don't sleep after fajar. I just go for either gym or walk." He said.

"Okay. Then I'll prepare you breakfast after fajar." She said.

"No. You don't have to." He said but dua raised an eyebrow at him.

" when are you going back to college." He asked.

"I had asked for too much holiday. I won't be going back any soon." She said while armaan nodded at

her.

After having dinner dua cleaned the dishes while armaan cleaned the nook. Armaan left first for his

room.

Next day dua woke up by alarm and offered her Salah.

She went downstairs and began to prepare for breakfast. Few moments later armaan came down and

sat on the nook and watched dua prepare food.

Dua was shocked to see armaan sitting on the breakfast nook.

"You scared me when did you came. I didn't heard you coming down." She said panicked.

"Relax. I just came right now." He said shyly.

Dua nodded. Armaan was wearing a black tight shirt. Which made an easy map to trace his muscles.

His biceps were bulging out wanting to tear out the shirt and come out. Dua was shocked why she had

never noticed how well his body was. Fit she meant.

Armaan cleared his throat as he found her checking him out.

Dua was no doubt all baffled.

She began serving the pancakes that she made and turned to make coffee for him.

He left home for her work while dua went back to her room for a quick nap.

Dua was just got up from offering her salah. It was time for armman to return home.

She went down in the kitchen and kept a pot for making her tea. She was chatting with the maid who

was at her age of mid fifties when armaan came. He went to his room and came back down again.

"Dua could you give me a cup of black coffee. Please I'll be in my room." He said and went.

She made a cup of coffee and went in armaan's room to give it to him. She knocked on his door before

he asked her to come in.

She didn't bothered to say anything just kept the coffee and was about to leave when armaan caught

her hand and stopped her.

"Listen. I know I was wrong. I messed up. I am sorry. I said it because I was angry and furious." He

said.

Dua took a deep breath and made her hand free.

"What you did was nothing wrong. You did what you should have. But I am afraid that things won't be

same. I am sorry." She said and left.

She ran to her room and locked it. She took a seat on her study chair. She folded her hands making a

cushion and kept her head on it.

"You love someone else armaan. How could I stand it. I hate you. Armaan. Cause I am mad for you. I

don't want to stay away from you but not being your first choice is something that I just can't." She said

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It was magrib. Dua was looking herself in the mirror she had her face red due to crying. She took a

deep breath and began to make her adulation for salah.

Armaan came downstairs along with some files in his one hand and phone in other. He was super busy

with the work. So much work was pending. He thought it was better to indulge himself in work in order

not to think about the rejection he just had