Aryan's POVI woke up early today because I wanted to talk to Aisha's parent. I performed my fajr prayer and did some office work on my system before deciding to take a bath. I was done dressing when I heard a knock on my door. That must be Nanny. I thought."Nanny, do come in. The door is open"."Morning son" She smiled as she entered my room."Good morning Nanny" I answered back smiling."It seems you're in a hurry,I prepared something special for you""Yes Nanny I am,and I'm so sorry. I won't be able to eat it.... I..I...I want to visit my girlfriend's parent today. In fact, this morning to be precise and I don't want to be late. If I leave late, I might not meet her parents at home, they might have left for work"."What? You now have a girlfriend?" She asked confused while smiling. Apparently, she seems happy by the n

Aisha's POV"Aisha my baby, are you alright?". Mom asked as she entered my room.I smiled at her lazily before replying "Yes Umma, I'm fine""I know it's not easy but please my baby, don't take it too serious. I'm very sure if Aryan is yours, one way or the other, you two will soon be together again""Okay Umma.  Thank you""You're welcome baby. But dear, why you're dressed? Are you planning on going to work?""Yes, Umma""But baby, are you sure? Can you still face him after all what had happened?""Yes Umma, I can manage " I said smiling a bit.I left home early, which I'm very sure Zee is not awake yet. I told Umma to extend my greetings to her before I left for work.****"Hey Aisha, you're early today".  Rukkayya said walking up to me .  "Hey! Good morning

Aisha's POV"Hey Sis!" Zee said as she slump herself beside me.   "You know what? I'm so happy for you two. I love how you two patch things up so easily and quick. I hope, someday I would also find true love too. You know, you and- "" Okay enough of the speech already. I know what you're talking about. And my dear sister, don't you worry, I'm very sure your Prince charming is on his way coming, he's out there for you. The true one who really deserves you and I'm sure very soon, Insha Allah(If God's will) the Almighty subhanahu wata'alah will make everything possible for you""Amin Sis...thank you so much. You're the best! ". She squealed as she hug me tightly. Then something came into my mind. I decide to break the hug and asked her. "So, my dear sister, talking of Mr perfect. Don't you think Malik is the right one for you or what do you think?""What!". S

Aisha's POV"Daddy" I called again.Right now, I'm in a stunned state."Aisha".  He called out my name too. He looked surprised just like how I was. I've never imagine that there would be a day I would bump unto him again after so many years of departure. Indeed, what a small world.  Right now, so many questions were running up on my head, for all this while, where has he been? Where was he hiding himself? Was he also here at the same town as me? If he was, then why hasn't he showed up his face. Apparently he won't Aisha, he must probably be guilty of his actions. I looked at him for some seconds, before  realisation hit down on me. Why was I standing here looking at him? I wasn't suppose to do that! I wasn't supposed to talk to him. He was never a good father to me, he wasn't the perfect father I would have ever wished for. I could never consider him my father,

Aisha's POVThe moment I entered Aryan's office, I slumped my self on my desk sit. I brought out my phone from my bag and decide to text him.  "Hey Aryan, where are you?"I don't know why but, I just want him to get his ass back here to work.And like a magic, he texted me back almost immediately. "Hey love, I'm on my way. Don't miss me too much""Okay then. I will be waiting". I texted back and placed the phone back on my desk before engrossing my self with work.•"Hey baby, missing this handsome face already?".  He asked smirking in his cocky tone as he made himself into his office.Idiot!  I wish I can just slap that stupid smirk off his face.He moved closer to me and pull me up from my sit as he drag me towards his couch."What are you-"."Shuush". He said placing