Chapter 1

Anabia's POV

"Dadoo ( Grandpa)" I screamed, he was wincing from the pain. Tears were slipping from my eyes. 

"Bia" he looked at me with a weak smile. 

I held his hands and laid down my head on his chest. His shirt was soaking my tears.

"Bia, I'm sorry. I can't fulfill the promise I did to your parents. Remember, I love you so much, please forgive me" his words pierced my soul. 

"Dadoo, don't say like this. You'll be fine. I can't imagine my life without you dadoo, you're my everything " I kissed his forehead and wiped my tears.

I, Anabia Waqar, a 15 yo simple girl whose life roamed around only her school and her dadoo. I lost my parents in a car accident when I was only three years old. My dadoo was the only relation for me. He raised me with so much love that I couldn't describe in words. 

I was too shy to have any friends My dadoo was my only best friend, my dad, my mom. In simple words, he was my life. Seriously, I can't live without him even for a single second.

And seeing him in such a state was killing me. Six months ago we discovered that he had a brain tumor and he was in the last stage.

I could see the worry in his eyes for me. He was worried that who would look after me after his death. I tried to cheer him up as I had faith in my Allah that He won't do anything to my dadoo as he was the only pillar of my life.

But one week ago, his condition gone worse. He hardly spoke anything. He just stared at me with blank eyes. 

"Would he left me?" My heart shivered from this thought. "Keep your faith in Allah" my inner voice calmed me and I closed my eyes. 

I did my ablution and sat on the prayer mat. I offered nafil salah and started reciting the Quran. This helped me a lot. Soon I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up and saw the clock. I slept for two hours. I rushed towards dadoo. He was sleeping too. I sighed and made my way towards the kitchen. I made a cup of tea for myself and spread some butter on bread. I didn't eat since yesterday. I sipped my tea with bread, soon my appetite was full. I placed cup and plate in the sink and called Rahila Bua. 

"Bua, please make some soup for dadoo and cook whatever you want for dinner " I said in a low tone. She looked at me with teary eyes and hugged me.

"Bua" I broke into tears.

"Be strong Bia " she caressed my back.

"Bua, I can't live without him" I sobbed.

"Bia, you're my brave girl. Please don't cry dear" she pecked my forehead and started collecting ingredients for soup.

Bua was our maid, but she was like a family. She was like a mother for me and a sister for dadoo. She was the second most important person of my life after my dadoo. Her family lived in a village and she was living with us in Delhi.

After feeding dadoo, I wiped his mouth from the towel and smiled.

"Bia, I've called Uncle Afzal. He'll be arriving soon. Please check for the dinner with Rahila." He said with a weak voice. 

"Afzal Uncle, but I don't have any uncle right?" I furrowed my brows in confusion. 

"He is my nephew. He lives in London with his family. He was the best friend of your dad" his lips curled into a small smile.

"Ohh" I nodded my head and rushed to the kitchen to inform Bua.

Daniel's POV

"Dad, are you going somewhere " he was packing his stuff so I found it necessary to ask.

"I'm leaving for India tonight, do you want to come along as it's your summer break" he smiled at me. 

"Naah, of course not. What would I do in India? I've got a football match after a few days and I'm going to practice." I remembered his uncle lived in India. 

"Okay, I'm leaving. Where is Maria " he called my stepmom.

Well, he was an Indian in fact my both parents were Indian. My mom Ayeza died when I was only eight. Maybe cuz of my stepmom Maria. 

After my birth, my dad remarried his colleague Marie who changed her name to Maria. They have a daughter Sarah and a little boy Hadi.

I remembered my mom's teary and broken eyes when Maria came to our home. She became a heart patient and after a few years, she left me alone.

I hated Maria, I never called her "mom ". My step sibling Sarah and Hadi were nice though. My mom named me Daniyal. Later my friends changed into Daniel.

There was no one to call me Daniyal. My family was far far away from religion. Maria became Muslim but she didn't know to pray. Neither did my dad goes to the mosque. My siblings including me were Muslims only my name. 

Islam is a strict religion that bound your freedom. You can't drink, you can't do sex except with your wife. You can't do a party, you have to pray daily. Ughhh...

So, I was an atheist and I was the bad boy of my school. I was only sixteen and the teacher's favorite as I was pretty smart in my studies and football. 

My dad was pretty rich and famous, that's why many boys wanted to be my friend. But I had only three best friends Kyle, Jace, and Alex. 

I was dating the hottest and the most popular girl in school, Emily. Well, I was pretty handsome as I had adopted all the beautiful features of my mother. 

"Hey, where are you Daniel" it was Kyle on another side of the call.

"I'm just coming " I hung up the call and grabbed my car's keys. 

I parked my car and ran towards my team. We practiced for a few hours.

"Excellent boys, keep it up" our coach smiled at us and we returned him a smile. 

"Daniel, at least talk to Lily, she'll die in your love" Jace laughed. 

"These girls..." I gave him an annoyed look. 

"Don't they know, I have a girlfriend and I'm not interested in anyone " I said annoyingly. 

It was pretty common for me, many girls were chasing me but Lily, this girl... when I blocked her, she contacted my friends. 

I started my car then I got a text from Emily.

Eily: I miss you babe, wanna come tonight?

I thought for a while and replied to her.

Daniel: I'll see ya at seven. Love you

I locked my phone and smiled. I really love her.