MADE FOR EACH OTHER

Both mrs.rizvi and dua were in the kitchen. Mrs.rizvi being the coach and dua being the player. Mrs.rizvi was kind off training dua. Speaking of dua's skill she wasn't completely immature nor she was Gordon Ramsay in the kitchen. She was just fine.

"Yes. Now add the chicken." Mrs.rizvi said stirring the pot. As soon as she orders dua runs to get the chicken.

After few more instructions and dua running right and left. The biryani was let to cook in it's steam.

"Now we have to wait half an hour for it, to cook." mrs.rizvi said to dua as both of them exited the kitchen together.

Both of them sat on the swing in the lawn. One of the maid came with fresh lemonade for them. It was perfect to have it on a day where the temperature was just humid. Not complet hot nor cold to say.

"Dua" mrs.rizvi said taking a sip from the glass which contains lemonade and mint leaves in it.

Dua just "hmm" in response.

Mrs.rizvi smiled at her daughter-in-law as she said. "Don't get me wrong but I always wanted to ask you so many questions to you."

"Of course ammi. You can." Dua said clearing the clouds of thought that were forming in front of mr.rizvi. but deep down she was worried what she would ask cause dua won't lie. Whatever the thing may be.

"Your father. Salaam bhai. His always know for throwing parties amongst all. And honestly I didn't attend much of them... but whenever I did...I only saw you once. But your sister ayesha she was always there with her friends there. Where you not into it... or.." mrs.rizvi asked.

Dua's face was evident that she wasn't looking for a question like that. And being a quick reflex mrs.rizvi face had regret asking it.

Dua swallowed the lump in her throat and began to speak.

"It's true that I never liked all that parties... but the main reason was that ayesha and her mother they kind of didn't liked me in or my presence there." She said with a sadness laced in her voice.

"You might not know dua but the women at the party sure wanted you to make there daughter-in-law when they first saw you. At ayesha's mother's birthday party." Mrs.rizvi dua said remembering the event of that day.

at

more for being social and friendly but when armaan told about her I realized all the I judge her too soon without knowing anything." Dua kept looking at mrs.rizvi as she spoke. It wasn't like she was enjoying listening ill about ayesha but armaan knows about ayesha and what exactly he knows

convinced for ayesha. But when you got engaged to armaan

moment of silence settled between them. Until mrs.rizvi spoke again.

If not then it's alright. I'm not asking you out of my curiosity but I feel you have kept it all to yourself self." Mrs.rizvi said. After a pause she

brown dress but still was looking beautiful. Her eyes always shined like stars at night. Dua began to wonder if it's

"I always felt myself mother less. Always. I wonder if she could scold me for getting up late. And always being on your phone. Or forcing

you making me cry. Let's go and

biryani. And everyone pleased dua for it. Rest of the day dua was busy with her mother-in-law chatting and watching dua's and armaan's wedding photo album. While armaan and mr.rizvi were busy face

all were sitting in the hall after having dinner.

bring back the luggage bag that they bought with them. One by one armaan emptied the whole bag. He sat

a many Japanese green tea

tea. It's tasty with many flavors. You'll enjoy it." He

blue color tea set along. He bought many sensu folding fans of different designs and colors.

for my lovely ammi. And this fan I don't what they call it and I don't know why I bought it

Many boxes

called wagashi candies." He said breaking the seal

color Randoseru bags and  A

to play. She played it completely fine. Everyone in the room watched her play. After a while

were calling her for some files deeply speaking about the attendance record. She returned back to her room armaan who.was sitting

"Uff" she said. " I am tired. You have work." She asked him.  He just nodded. Dua began to get

up. She watched him going through his luggage which practical had nothing.

Removing a jewelry case from