Oh, My Darling Teacher

Muhammad Zulqarnain Shah, 27 years old, handsome, humble and one of the best actors known today.

Ahmar Shah, little brother of Zulqarnain. 17 years old, student and a troublesome teenager.

Both brothers are total opposite of each other, except for their over protectiveness, possessiveness over one person - Hira....

Now meet Hira, 26 years old, an independent girl. Always cheerful despite all the hardships in her life.

But what happens when Hira cross paths with the Shah brothers and she finds herself stuck between them.

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"Why did you touch him?" He shouted.

"You know, there is no need to shout, Ahmar. I am right here." I said covering my ears with hands.

"Then what should I do, huh?" He didn"t lower his voice at all.

"Talk in a low voice and why are you so angry anyway?"

"Argh...! You don"t understand."

"Then make me."

"JUST FORGET IT." He shouted again and stomp into his room.

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"And what if I said I love you?" He said looking straight in my eyes.

"I don"t believe you anymore. You"re a liar."

"But I am not lying right now. Can"t you see-"

"Dinner is ready." Ahmar announced coming between us and dragged me out of the room holding my duppatta.

"AHMAR YOU JERK" He snickered as we heard Zulqarnain"s irritated voice.

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Sitting on the hospital seat, my hands are moving in full speed on the laptop"s keypad.

"Your speed is very good." The nurse attending my father complimented me.

"Thank you." I smiled back.

"Education?"

"No, job." I answered and focus back on my work. I have to complete this before tonight"s deadline. Sometimes free lancing workload suck up all of my energy. It"s more tiring than any other job I"ve worked. But this is life, and this is the only way I can earn money. So it"s best if I quit complaining.

This is my way of life. Quit complaining and find solution or stay patient and believe in Allah. It makes things easier and keeps my head at ease.

"How much of work do you have left, Hira?" Baba asks in his weak voice.

"It"s almost done."

"Go eat something beta, you haven"t eaten anything since morning."

"Okay, going... Just a few more minutes."

"No more few minutes. Get up now."

"Okay." I said but didn"t move.

"Are you going young lady, or should I get up?" He threatened me and it made me chuckle. Baba only scolds me on my eating habits. I don"t eat on time.

"Okay. Okay going...." I say and put my laptop on the seat.

"Do you want anything?" I ask him and he shook his head in negative.

"Okay! I will be back in a few minutes... Please take care of my precious treasure." I said to him looking at my laptop.

"One day I will throw this garbage out of my house." He said angrily.

"Your daughter will die without it Baba." I sigh dramatically.

The nurse chuckles and Baba mention me to go by lifting his hand towards the exit. I mouthed him "okay" and walk out of there. Canteen was not far from here, so I slowly walk to it. Hospital is not a place where you can have a proper meal but it"s not like I have any other option.

I come here with Baba twice a week for his dialysis. He said to me many times that he can go by himself but I refuse every time. I don"t want to leave him alone even for an hour, so I stick to him like a sticker everywhere he goes except his friend"s house, which is boring. He is the only family I have and the fear of losing him makes me go mad. I know that death is certain and when the time comes it will take its prey whenever it please, leaving others a void in their life.

I have felt that before, on my mother"s death. She died in front of my eyes. All my prayers to Allah got unheard. I kept waiting for a miracle that was never bound to happen. Being an emotional, stupid teenager, I blame things on fate and got angry at Allah for taking my mother away. But Baba helped me to recover from it and when I saw him working hard for me, I try to find my strength and lost faith on Allah. As time passes, the smoke of stupid emotions faded away, as I step into practical life a lot sooner than others and I see other blessing of Allah that I never thought I had. I tried my best to change myself, I tried to see things from a different angle and I did, successfully. But the thing is.... I don"t believe in happiness anymore...

After all these years, once again I am feeling that fear again. Fear of losing someone dear to me, so I am helplessly trying to get a hold of what is slipping from my hands - My Baba"s life. And I cannot do anything about it besides praying.

"Earth to Hira?" I snapped out of my thoughts when Dr. Ambreen waves her hand near my face.

"Han...? Oh... Sorry. Assalam o Allaikum, doctor." I smiled.

"Wallaikum Salam. So lost in thoughts... Everything okay?" she asked worriedly.

"Yes! Just thinking about my mother." She gave me a sad smile and patted my shoulder before leaving.

Most of the staff of this ward knows me. I have been coming here with Baba for a long time and had been watching and hearing about others" problems, illnesses and loss. It makes me feel down and emotionally draining. I sighed and took a bite from my biscuit. Standing on the first floor of the building, I was looking at the garden in front of me.

Putting my both hands on the railing, I took another bite from my biscuit and a sip of juice. Suddenly, my phone vibrated and it fell from my hand. A yelp escapes my mouth and I quickly look down and saw a man massaging his head. He looks up to me and I yell "Sorry". Bending down, he picks my phone and look at me again. Almost running, I reach to that man. He was still massaging his head.

It must have hurt badly.

"Aa! Excuse me?"

He raises his head to look at me.

Wow! He is handsome

"I am really really sorry about that..... It just slipped out of my hand. I didn"t do it on purpose." I start explaining myself without delaying him.

"It"s okay." He says politely.

"You sure? You were massaging your head when I came. It must have hurt a lot."

"Yes, it does... But it will be fine." He said, handing my phone to me.

"Thanks...and are you sure it"s okay? I can take you to a doctor if you want."

"No, it really is fine."

"Okay. Sorry once again and thanks for returning my phone.... Allah Haffiz." I said.

"It"s fine. Allah Haffiz." He said and we both start walking to our destinations. But before climbing up the stairs, I turned around to look at him once again. He was leaving the main door, wearing a navy blue dress pant and a light indigo colored button up shirt, which sleeves were half folded. His wavy black hair is shiny underneath the lights. He looks like a model or something. Oh well...

"Sorry for your injury, beautiful stranger."

I smile and start climbing up the stairs.

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Hira"s POV:

I collapsed on my bed tired as though I"m a horse that had run a marathon thrice today. I pull my laptop closer. My laptop is the second dearest thing in my life. First is my cell phone which was gifted by a little cousin of mine on passing my Masters Examination. He spent all of his pocket money to buy me this gift. It was very sweet of him so I consider my mobile very dear to me.

My phone rang and I picked up the call without looking at the caller ID.

"Assalam o Allaikum." I heard a deep masculine voice of my best friend Hassan.

"Wallaikum Assalam.... I told you not to call me at this time."

"It"s not my fault... I couldn"t stop myself from calling you."

"It"s inappropriate to call a girl after midnight, you idiot. What would people say if they know." I said in an angry tone.

"Are you scared of people knowing our little secret?" He whispered.

"Shut up...!"

"Well if you are worrying about my family, then you don"t have to. Everyone knows that I am talking to you. And about you.... Well, it"s a universal truth that goody goody Miss two shoes like you will never go on a wrong path."

"Oye! Are you making fun of me???"

"Not at all, your highness. How will I live if I ever make a mistake like making fun of you." And he is back to himself.

"Hey! You have your fiancé... Go eat her brain. Leave me alone. ....I can"t wait anymore."

"Wait for what?"

"I"m downloading a new drama of Kim Soo Hyun. I want to watch it and you are wasting my precious time."

"Argh! You and your craze for Chinese-dramas." He sounds annoyed.

"Not Chinese, Korean dramas. It"s K-dramas."

"Yeah whatever! Go and watch your stupid drama."

"Good! Allah hafiz."

"Allah hafiz."

I put my phone to the side and start watching "The Producer". Watching K-dramas is the only thing I do to entertain myself, besides reading and writing stories. But I never allow anyone to read my stories and no one knows that I have this hobby. Well no one except for Saba, my other best friend and Hassan"s fiancé.

My stories are my dreams. Like other girls have dreams of being a princess and wait for her prince. I have those dreams too and they are very precious to me. But they don"t go with my life style. So instead of letting them go by keeping them buried inside my heart, I capture them in my stories.

I am not a Cinderella, Belle or any other beautiful Disney princess. I am quite the opposite. There is no room in my life to behave like a sweet, innocent fairy tale princess.

Life is not of bed of roses indeed. Nor is relations are as pure and caring as they were before. You will find hungry elf in the form of human everywhere, waiting to devour you. I don"t have to go too far to take an example, just look at my relatives. My mother was the only child of her parents, like me. So I don"t have any close relatives from my mother"s side. But my father has a huge family and everyone is aiming for a chance to takeover Baba"s property.

I wasn"t aware of their motives before and thought their love was genuine. But time proves me wrong, as soon as I realize their intentions, I persuade Baba to move away from his relatives. He was against the idea at first but I managed to change his mind. Now we are living in a small apartment near the hospital for Baba"s convenience.

And now my elder Phuppi (father"s sister), pities me and wants my hand for her handsome son. Pretty obvious don"t you think? But my father was glad at this, of how much his sister cares about his daughter. Seriously, Baba always thinks with his heart, not with his head.

Anyway, since the past two weeks, Baba kept asking me for my opinion but I always manage to dodge it. That"s the best thing I can do for now.

I look at the time and realise it"s fifteen past two a.m. and I quickly shut close my laptop. I have to go early morning to take Baba"s test reports and send my laptop for repair, its sound problem kept on bothering me for awhile and who knows, I might be able to see my beautiful stranger somewhere. I smiled on my stupidity and close my eyes.

Always hope for the good......

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"Thank you." I say, taking report from the receptionist. I walk towards the staircase while putting the report in my bag at the same time. I have to take out my umbrella too. It"s so hot today and I am really not fond of burning my skin in direct sun.

So lost in my work, I didn"t realize where I was going and accidentally bumped into a man.

Oh great!

"So sorry, Sir!" I said without looking at him and walk past. It may be considered rude but I don"t think I had the courage to look at him. If it had been a lady, I might have stopped and make sure that she is alright but not when it comes to men... No way.

But the cologne he used was divine!

Stepping out the laboratory, I walk to the bus stand. There is a computer market nearby and I am glad that I don"t have to go too far. I took the first bus and reached the market. But when I open my bag to take out my laptop, it wasn"t there.

No way! My love..... Where did it go???

I check my bag three times but didn"t even find a single glimpse of my laptop.

No, no, no.... Where did I lose it???

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Unknown POV:

What a troublesome girl...

I stare at her back leaving the laboratory and shook my head. Then my eyes landed on a laptop. I bent down to pick it up.

Is it hers...? What should I do? Give to the receptionist or return to her myself?

I shrugged and take it with me. I knocked on a door and went in.

"Assalam o allaikum Ami." I walk to her bed and kiss her forehead. She looks so weak.

"Wallaikum Assalam! How are you beta?"

"Allhumduillah! You tell how you are?"

"Much better.... Beta, I want to go home. I don"t want to live here."

"Yes Ami you will be discharged tonight."

"Shakar hai Allah ka (Thank you Allah)." She said in relief and I smiled. Ami hate hospitals so much.

"Beta?"

"G?"

"What do you have in your hand?"

"Oh! It"s a laptop."

"You bought a new one?"

"No Ami. Actually when I was coming here, a girl bumped into me and she dropped it. But by the time I noticed it, she was already gone... I am thinking of giving it to the receptionist. If that girl comes here searching, they will hand it over. But I also find it inappropriate to give a girl"s laptop to some stranger. Who knows what things she has stored inside. He can use it in the wrong way too, you know." I told Ami the whole story.

"I never thought that my son would think with such maturity for a female. You"re right. Don"t give it to the reception. Leave a message that if a girl comes looking for her laptop tell her to contact you. It is the best thing to do." I nodded.

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I sighed and open that girl"s laptop. I didn"t want to invade her privacy but I don"t have any other choice now. Today when I went to the hospital reception to give them my contact number in case if the owner came looking for it. They informed me that the girl had already left after asking about it. I was late...Well, her bad luck I guess.

But thinking about how worried she might be for this I decide to use her laptop to find some sort of contact. I repaired her laptop and opened it. To my surprise, she didn"t have password on anything, even all of her social networking IDs have saved passwords.

What is she, a first ranked idiot???

Anyone can use it against her. I note down her ID and sent her an e-mail and private massages on every social networking site from my ID. I don"t like the idea of using hers.

I was about to close it when something caught my attention. An Icon on desktop named "Buried".

Ohhh!

Without thinking, I open it and start checking. It contained two folders in it named "wishes" and " dreams". My hand moved on its own to open it.

Don"t! It"s private......

My subconscious scolds me.

I sighed and shook my head. I shouldn"t. Putting it on my table, I went out of my room for dinner. But after dinner I found myself opening her "wishes" folder.

I am such a moron!

It was nothing much in this folder except for little wishes like, playing with my siblings, sleeping in mother"s arm, fighting with brothers, eating Ami"s cooking.

What the hell??? She is really an idiot. Who writes these types of things??

Disappointed, I planned on closing it but again curiosity got over me and I open her other folder "Dreams". There were more files here than the last folder. I click a random file and start reading it....

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