MADE FOR EACH OTHER

CHAPTER 3

After offering his magrib prayer (The prayer offered at the dawn time my Muslim). Armaan left for

home. He was getting ready now. He wore a while plain shirt and black pants. He wore a black jacket

on it. He gelled his hair in his signature style. He was not a big fan of perfumes it always end up of him

sneezing back to back. Hence it avoids using it's.

Armaan never met mr.shah personally he had seen him in once or twice in some functions.

Not to blame him after his high school he was sent abroad for further studies.

It's been half a year that armaan is working in his father's establishment.

There was a knock on the door. Armaan turned from the mirror towards the door to see his mother

poking her head from the door.

"Armaan are you ready" said mrs.rizvi to armaan.

Armaan nodded to his mother.

"Ammi. What's wrong with you. I mean your face. What's wrong with it." Asked armaan.

Mrs.rizvi got panicked she launched herself in front of the mirror.

"What do you mean what's wrong with my face." She examined her for few time and was still confused.

"Nothing's there. what wrong then."said mrs.rizvi still confused about everything.

Armaan chuckled and made an annoyed face and said. "The wrong is that you look young day by day.

If that's case then people will think you're my sister and not my mother. "

"Yah Allah you made me all worried. Stupid boy" said mrs.rizvi slapping armaan's arm.

Armaan loves his family. His family has always given him the best moral values. He was taught to

respect women. Be kind and humble. Even if he lived in abroad for a quiet good time. He knowed

what's wrong and haram for him.

"If you both son and mother had finished the seen then let's leave now" said Mr.rizvi appearing in the

room.

Armaan leaned in to his mother's ear and said "Here comes the uncle." mrs.rizvi slapped armaan's arm

again.

"Abba stop singing please. Please" said armaan from the front seat.

Mr.rizvi was singing an old song dedicating it to mrs.rizvi. which annoyed armaan.

"Armaan you are such a boring person." Said mr.rizvi.

"Abba you are literally flirting with my mother. That too in front of me." said annoyed armaan.

"Armaan you are just jealous" said mr.rizvi.

"Why would I get jealous. I already know ammi loves me more then you."said armaan.

Mr.rizvi laughed on armaan and said "keep fooling yourself and that's not you are jealous. You have no

one to flirt with.

"Abba what do you mean...." armaan was cut offed by mrs.rizvi "Okay enough with the fight's anyway

armaan soon is gonna have someone special with him sooner or later."

Armaan was now into shades of red now.

He remmber the sweet memory of someone.

Both his ammi and abbu kept on teasing him till they arrived the destination.

There were few photographers at the gate. They weren't allowed inside hence got only the photo of the

people sitting inside the car.

All of them moved of the Porsche. Armaan handed the keys to the man who took the car away.

The mansions was lighted in a beautiful way. There were few people outside mostly were the security

wearing a black uniform. When whole Rizvi family was gonna move inside the phone in armaan's Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

pocket began to vibrate. He removed it and saw the ID.

He had to receive it.

"Abba ammi. I have to receive this call its kind of important" said armaan. Mr.and Mrs. went inside.

Armaan was searching for some privacy to attend the call so he went all the way back of the mansion.

Were there was no one.

He received the call.

"Hello is this mr.armaan rizvi speaking" said the voice from the phone.

"Yes it is." Said armaan.

"Okay. We are speaking from the secret agency of UK, if I am not wrong you had asked about details of

someone." Said the voice in strong accent.

"Yes. I did. Do you have any information about it." Said armaan.

"We have got few suspects but we ain't sure about it. It would be great if you cooperate with us here.

We have send few mails to you. We want you to go through it. And then confirm a few thing's." Said the

voice over the phone and it continued for few minutes. But armaan was listening carefully.

"Okay I'll let you know" said the voice from the phone and hanged up the call.

Armaan was satisfied by the results that he got from the agency.

He was about to leave but heard some commotion so stayed and heard them.

"Eww ayesha your sister is so ugly. How can she even be your sister."said a girl voice.

Armaan went closer to see. There was a tall and lean girl facing him with her back. The girl had a head

scarf or hijab (The peices of clothing tied around on head so that no hairs are visible) tied around her

head. She was fully clothed with minimal skin exposed. There were three more girl present too. Out

them three two girls had there hairs highlighted and all of three had tight dresses. Out of them three

one with no hair colour yet a very tight dress was attractive.

Again there were security here too. But they seem to mind there own business.

"Yes. Unfortunately" said attractive one, with sadness in her voice.

"Why are you always wrapping this thing around your head. You look disgraceful in it." Said one of

them and began to pull the hijab off.

But the hijabi girl caught that girl's hand tight and pushed her behind. To which the girl whined in pain.

"If you think I am ugly then have you ever seen ayesha without makeup, you'll get scared for your life."

Said the girl in the hijab.

When her voice felt on armaan's ear he felt something weird his adrenaline rushed into his whole body.

"Come on girl let's leave this ugly duck here. And enjoy the party."said ayesha.

The hijabi girl was left alone. She began to make faces behind them.

Armaan was watching this whole scenario even it was a bad thing to do so. Though he alone wasn't

watching it. The security was there too.

The hijabi girl turned around. That's when armaan saw her face.

She had this long bony nose. She had big eyes with a long eyelashes complementing them. Her skin

was white with a rosy blush. Her jawline was sharp. Armaan took a sharp breath because he skipped a

few breaths. Though he couldn't make the colour of her eyes in the dark. But it were light shade of

brown. She walked past armaan not even sparing a glance on him cause she had focused somewhere

else.