MADE FOR EACH OTHER

CHAPTER 6

The next day being Sunday armaan didn't went office. Still he woke up early and went with his abba to

the mosque. It was like they both were giving each other a cold shoulder. No conversation lasted for

more then 1 minutes.

When they return back armaan went straight to his room. Were actually he should be heading for gym

or jog on the beach.

After staying up at his room for an hour he decided to go down. His stomach for him much to.

When he went down he saw his abba and ammi already on the breakfast table having breakfast.

He said them salam.

"Armaan beta your okay. I thought you were at gym or something. " said mrs.rizvi.

"No. Ammi,didn't felt like to go. " armaan said sitting on a chair. Which he pulled out so that he could

face them both.

"Oh. Okay " said his ammi. While mr.rizvi who were unhappily having his fruits salad just kept quiet.

His ammi passed armaan his breakfast and ordered one of the maid to bring a coffee for him.

Armaan was still waiting for there parents to talk about it. Patiently he was.

Suddenly mrs.rizvi broke up and said "armaan your abba has to say something to you."

Mr.rizvi was completely unaware.

"What I. I didn't..." he began. Seeing how mr.rizvi forget about it. She stopped him and said " Ahmed

saheb you. You were going to say something remmber, you told me you wanted to"

"Oh, yes. Now I remember. Ahhhhhh. That. Err.." mr.rizvi began. Pause.

"Why is it so hard. Shabana begum so say I can't. " mr.rizvi said.

Armaan was seeing his parents attempt with an raised eyebrow. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

He turned his attention to his ammi now.

"Me. Yes. It's that you. Them. That. Ahh. Fine. I can't too."said mrs.rizvi.

Armaan was quiet enjoying his parents situation.

Soon the began to fight that who should say.

"Okay fine. Fine. Both of you say it together, what say" armaan suggested.

They both agreed on it.

"Okay in count of three" armaan said and started counting.

They both began but mrs.rizvi stopped halfway and only mr.rizvi spoke.

"Didyoulikedmr.shah'sdaughter." He said.

"What" both armaan and mrs.rizvi said.

Mr.rizvi Rizvi was eyeing mrs.rizvi but lost with mrs.rizvi's glare and again with space,comma and a full

stop this time.

Armaan wasn't shocked by the question.

"So is it a yes?" Mrs.rizvi asked.

"I knew it. You guy's are upto it. I so well knew it. Or else why would abba ask me to hangout with some

girl. Why my presence was so important at the party."

"Well. Guess. You are smart. Just like your mother. But let me precisely ask you we both think that it's

highly that time in the story were the princes gets married to the princess."mrs.rizvi said and continued.

"And since I know you want us and we should find a girl for our boy what about mr.shah's daughter"

she paused and waited for armaan's answer.

Initially armaan thought he would talk to his parents and explain them but he didn't did so. He got up

and went straight into his room upstairs. It left both mr. and mrs.rizvi in shock.

Armaan was lying on his bed cuddling up a pillow. Believe it or not armaan has this problem say habit

that he cuddles with anything. He does, he has no control on it.

There was a knock on armaan's door by mrs.rizvi.

"Door's open" armaan screamed. His voice echoed over the whole luxurious room.

Mrs.rizvi came in.

"Armaan you okay" asked mrs.rizvi sitting on a corner of a bed.

Seeing his ammi sitting he rolled himself upto his ammi and laid his head on his mother's lap.

"I don't know ammi" said armaan.

Mrs.rizvi putted his finger in armaan's hairs and began to massage them lightly. It somewhat calmed

him.

"Wait don't tell me that you're are already married and have kids too" asked mrs.rizvi.

"Funny ammi. Oh I died laughing." Said armaan.

"Ammi can I really say something." Armaan said.

Mrs.rizvi just hummed still moving fingers in his son's hair.

"I.. I like someone else." Armaan said.

"We know." Said mrs.rizvi.

"What" armaan jerked up.

"Yes we kind of figured it out. When you left the table without saying anything.

"Oh okay." Armaan was blushing now. He kept his head again on his ammi's lap.

"Well then tell us who is the lucky girl. Well but before you say anything let me tell you she should be of

our religion if not she should then turn herself into one and she should be pretty and well mannered.

Now tell me who is she."

Mrs.rizvi asked.

Armaan closed his eyes and began to picture her in his mind.

"She has this perfect pair of light brown eye. Her giggles are like sweet melody to your eyes. Her voice

is so calm and cheerful but.." armaan stopped himself.

"But. But what armaan. Tell me who is she."mrs.rizvi asked.

"That's where the problem is I don't know who she is. I . I don't know where she is. I don't know

anything about her." Armaan said.

"What . I don't understand you armaan" said mrs.rizvi.

Then armaan began to narrate his story.

"But armaan if you don't know her. How would you." Mrs.rizvi asked.

"Trust me ammi . Trust me. I am finding her. I am searching her. But still I couldn't. I am. I think I'll find

her." Armman said.

"But what if you don't, find her." Said mrs.rizvi.