"Bro! Can you give me your phone? I want to talk to Aania. Neelam broke my phone " she said to Haseeb, entering his room. Hardee's heart skipped a beat as he remembered the beautiful face of that little confident girl.
"Oh. Ok " he extended his hands towards her. She took it and walked towards the balcony. She couldn't take the risk to go in her mother's sight with that mobile. She is called aania. Aania picked the phone at the third ring.
"Who … "
"Hareem!"
"Did you change your number?" Aania asked. Hare felt anxiousness in her tone
"No. My phone fell and broke. This is my brother's phone number." Hareem told her
" Oh, ask your brother to get you a new phone. " She said, brushing her hand in her hair.
" Ok. Tell me how are you? You are looking upset. " Hareem said with concern. Aania smiled sadly
" Don't worry. I am fine . Maybe I will come to your house in two or three days, " aania said.
" Really? "
