MADE FOR EACH OTHER

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 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.

had to climb Everest of hardwork or swim the ocean of failure but still I struggle and what

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

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

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

him that night never

"Do you like someone."

"Yes."

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