MADE FOR EACH OTHER

CHAPTER 45

Armaan had already left for his work. I wonder when will this holiday's would get over and I'll be back to

my work. Sometimes we think things should go on like we want to. Sometimes we keep our

expectations too high from life and something we just lose fate from every thing.

When I was in high school. I thought I would be successful. I thought I would run our family business of

manufacturing. I knew my grandfather and his father and my father worked very hard for this to be set

up. I wanted to be someone following there steps. I thought I would be first women to led our business.

That's why I wanted to join university and learn all the economics.

But I think ayesha's mother didn't wanted me leading the business. She wanted ayesha to. So she

refused to help me with the money and admission details. I was broken. Even baba didn't gave a shit

about it. It made me more broken. Then during a lecture in the masjid. I realize what I wanted to be. I

remmber how the spokesperson said that being a teacher and a doctor are two elite career one can

have.

And indeed I struggle a lot no one was there to guide me. I wanted to be head of departure of zoology

in one of the leading university in Bangalore or may be Mumbai. But I ended up being an teacher in Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

high school. It's not that I hate it. I love doing my job. I really I know few of them look at me as a guide.

Mentoring a few young mind what else I want from life.

Apart from a mediocre salary everything is fine. But table turns my mediocre salary is lying dead in my

account. Armaan doesn't want me to spend even a single penny of it on my self. My wardrobe is full of

clothes, abayas and scarf. Not my money.

Why thinking about all these now. What gone is gone. I struggle a lot in my life. Not that I had to climb

Everest of hardwork or swim the ocean of failure but still I struggle and what hurts more was I was

alone. But now I am happy. Really happy like everything is just perfect.

Perfect. It is all perfect since Allah send him in my life. I can't ignore the fact. I still remmber how I

punched him. My knuckles were hurting for a week I wasn't even able to write anything much on the

board. But armaan he wasn't that hurt. I think he is an X-men. That character who heals really fast. I

don't know the name.

Deep down I still wonder about what the truth that I slid everytime it crosses my mind. Though I tried to

forget so many times but I realized that I am actually running away. I don't have the guts to ask armaan

about it. Or I am just scared by the answer that I would receive.

I know when you like someone but you could be with that person. You are forced to be with someone

else. You might look happy outside but deep down you know you are faking. A part that person will

always be within you. Though how much badly you want to forget about it but you could not. You just

can't. I you know what hurts you more that even if life would give you a chance. You couldn't do what

you want."

Those words of him that night never left my mind.

"Do you like someone."

"Yes."

If you really compare any thing out of my whole life I used to get sad whenever someone said

something hurtful to me. But I made my self strong. I blocked them all. But when he said yes. Nothing

was so hurtful really. Every thing came crushing down. I liked the time when he used to came to the

college. The flowers bouquet and every thing. Every thing made me happy. No one made me felt so

special. I thought I was special to him. I thought his making attempts towards me. But I feared he would

leave. And when he confessed his love for someone else. I was down again. I thought he pretend

everything. But as time went he came around. Now his all over me. I like everything about him. His

eyes. His perfect body. His hairs. His nature. His touch everything. I like to be his posession. How he

gets irritated when I am mad at him. How he gives me those pleading eye's when he wants something.

I am really whipped.

I laughed at my thoughts.

But one thing is for sure. I am damn sure HE WON'T LEAVE ME.

The knock on the door stopped me from thinking anything else.

"Ma'am ayesha madam is here. She is asking for you." The maid said.

I blinked once and then twice. Ayesha's. Why is she here. Suddenly my heart rate began to accelerate.

I lump was formed in my throat. My mouth went dry. Is she here to hurt me again.