MADE FOR EACH OTHER

CHAPTER 11

The next morning armaan woke up smiling and off course cuddling his pillow. He went down. His

parents were in the kitchen. He stood in the door frame and was watching this cute couple his parents.

Mrs.rizvi was scolding mr.rizvi who had secretly eating food from fridge in the kitchen. He laughed at

their instincts.

Mr.rizvi looked at his son. Asking for a rescue but armaan raised his both hands in air, surrendering

himself. He began to think but his parents had an arrangement marriage yet found their love in each

other. He was very happy at his decision that he made.

The breakfast was severed mr.rizvi was having some sprouts. Poor mr.rizvi.

Armaan spoke with a confident in his voice " Abba ammi." He said both of them turned their attention to

him.

"I've decided that I'll leave the decision of my marriage to you both." He finally spoke his taught. But

armaan was wise. He knew what his parents were up to he knew for sure.

After hearing armaan both of them were in immense happiness.

"Begum shabana, our son has gave such a great new's. Jara muh toh meetha karao. Go bring some

sweets." Said mr.rizvi to his wife. Though mr.rizvi didn't wanted to but she got up to bring sweets.

After having breakfast mrs.rizvi. pulled armaan to the hall. They were both bombarding questions on

armaan. Specially mrs.rizvi.

She was telling him some of the girls name of his friends. Those name were so foriegn for him. He was

only sitting and watching his mother going all frantic and excited like a teen girl.

That's when mr.rizvi decided to make an appearance in the conversation.

"See armaan. I don't want to sound rude or don't wanna stick my decision at you." He paused to take in

both armaan's and mrs.rizvi's reaction. Both had blank expressions on them. So

Mr.rizvi continued.

"In those days when our business wasn't running very well. In those times no one but Salman shah

came forward for the rescue. He was one who helped up so. That day when he saw you first time. He

thought about seeing you as his son in law. So you're been with girl at the party right."

Armaan wanted to say something but mrs.rizvi beat him to that.

"If I'm not wrong Salman bhai has two daughters. Right dua and ayesha. Dua from her first wife and Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

ayesha from second."

"Yes. Your right." Said mr.rizvi.

"The one who came that day with Salman bhai was ayesha. She seems to be a nice girl. But dua. she's

nice too. Both are pretty and good." Said mrs.rizvi.

"Armaan what do you think." asked mr.rizvi.

This was among the things armaan knew would happen. He knew actually he was waiting for his

parents to bring up mr.shah's daughter.

"I have met ayesha. She's good but that day I met her sister too." He wanted to continue but mrs.rizvi

spoke in.

"You mean dua."

"Yes. But I think both of them. You know I leave this all completely on you. All I want is girl giving

importance to her religion and culture. Having values and just like you." He said.

"Now I must leave. I have work to do." With this armaan left.

Armaan ran in his room.

"What you did can't you. You just had to say that I like dua more what were you thinking. Ohhh. Armaan

you are a stupid. Wait have you a crush on her. Why. What. No no no. She don't even know you. No

this can't happen." He kept on saying all to himself sitting on the bed. He looked up at the direction of

his roof ceiling and pretend to see Allah through it. Just like the girl he saw in UK. He quickly stopped

what he was doing. "Allah this is gonna be hard. Here I can't forget about that girl yet and already have

a thing for dua. But I see you as Al-Qadar. Please help me out. It's alright armaan you ain't getting

married tomorrow. So it's okay. Just forget about the girl for a while."

Armaan then stood up and got ready for his work.