I was shocked at the statement. I couldn't explain to them what actually happened as it would raise more questions.
"You're getting it wrong. No such incident happened here", I blurted out. "Sharma Ji, you know me well. Right? Why don't you tell them"
"What do you want me to say, Abrar. I too heard a girl screaming, that noise came from your apartment", he said. He was right at some point. The way Zoya screamed anyone could get it wrong.
"Now move. We need to check your house and rescue the girl", the chairman said.
"Sir, please trust me. Nothing wrong happened here", I tried to defend myself.
"Then tell us who was the girl? And why she was screaming?", my neighbour shrugged.
I had no answer to their questions. If I told them about Zoya I would have to tell them who she was. If I told them she wasn't related to me, they wouldn't have let us stay here as we were unmarried. If I lie to them that she was my wife, they wouldn't have believed as I had no proof to justify my statements. I realised I was in a great mess right then.
"Didn't you hear us? We need to interrogate your house", the chairman yelled.
I had no choice left. I couldn't bear more mess in my life in less than 24 hours. I was about to move and let them enter.
"Hello", Zoya suddenly appeared there and held my arm. I shockingly glance at her. People outside my apartment looked at her shockingly as he had held my arm.
"See. There's a girl", the neighbour spat.
"Ok. So I'm a girl. What's the big deal here?", she rolled her eyes.
"Are you ok? You were screaming", the chairman asked her.
"Oh! This is a long story uncle. First I saw some creepy cockroaches in the bathroom. They were flying and landing on my body. Eww", she made a dirty face. I couldn't do anything but only stare at her. Just like a silent audience.
"Then I hurriedly walked out of the bathroom and my feet slipped against the floor. Such a horrible experience", she sighed. They looked at her shockingly, the way she was speaking was totally surprising.
"What did you guys assume?", she rolled her eyes.
"Nothing. Nothing", the chairman grinned as he waved his hands in NO.
"But who are you?", Sharma Ji asked. Now, what should I say? I was ready to get homeless right then.
"Me? Abrar", she called me and jerked my arm. "Didn't you give them the news?"
"Don't start your drama here", I whispered into her eyes as she raised her eyebrows. "Our lie is not gonna work here. We don't have anything to state that we are married"
She drove her eyes away from me as if she ignored what I had said to her.
"I'm his wife", she beamed.
Everyone looked shocked and looked at each other. This girl was gonna led me into trouble, I wondered.
"Wife?", Sharma Ji exclaimed. "Abrar, you have a wife? When did you get married?"
I knew it, they were gonna ask this question. I wondered how she was gonna handle them. However, she was Zoya and no one could ever figure out what was cooking inside her tiny head.
"I.. Actually, I was about to…", I mumbled.
"It happened suddenly", she snapped. "We were about to announce it. The thing is it was so quick that we couldn't tell anyone"
"Yeah. She..she is right", I preferred to agree with her statements as I was terrible in making stories and telling lies. She had mastered those skills.
"But Abrar you didn't tell me about your plans", Sharma Ji asked.
"I was about to tell you"
"Stop gossiping Sharma Ji and ask him for marriage certificate", my annoying neighbour Mr Sheikh spat. We never got along because he always had problems with me. I didn't know why he was always been so mad at me but I always respected him as he was an elderly man.
"Yes, Abrar. Then fulfil the formalities. Give me your marriage certificate", Sharma Ji said. Now from where would I bring a marriage certificate? My head started pounding.
"Marriage..certificate?", I stammered.
"Yes. Don't you have it?", Mr Sheikh shrugged.
"Did you forget you gave it to me?", Zoya lightly punched on my shoulder as I looked at her surprisingly. What the heck she was saying?
"Excuse me, everyone. I'll be back with the certificate", she smiled at everyone and walked inside her room. I was being more nervous with every passing second. What was she up to? We didn't plan anything when she asked me to help her in that drama. Basically, we hadn't done any proper planning.
I remained silent when everyone was staring at me as if I did some crime by getting married. Until she comes I didn't utter a single word. After 2 minutes, Zoya returned with a file. I was confused about the file. Before showing it to me, she gave it to Sharma Ji.
"Here's our marriage certificate", she uttered, making me shocked. How did she manage to make a marriage certificate? That too so soon. I couldn't be more surprised. This girl was something else.
"Hmm.. Take this", Sharma Ji returns it to her. "Make a copy and then give it to me. And congratulations", he beamed.
"Congrats Abrar", the chairman smiled. And Mr sheikh also congratulated us.
"Thank you", Zoya replied to all on behalf of me and I half-smiled. As soon as they left, I slammed the door and looked at her.
"Why are you looking at me like this?", she narrowed her eyebrows. I don't reply to her and grabbed the file from her hand. I opened it and check it carefully. My eyes popped out as I found it to be an actual marriage certificate.
"How did you manage it overnight?", I exclaimed, my eyes were not believing what I saw.
"Do I need to remind you that I'm Zoya Rehmat Ali? And now Zoya Zafar", she chuckled.
"Bullshit. You're not Zoya Zafar. It's just a lie, a scripted relationship", I shrugged in anger.
"Ok. Ok fine. So, basically, I'm Zoya Ali. And I can do anything. Anything", she repeated the word and snatched the file from me. She walked towards the table and continued her breakfast.I walked towards her and sat on the opposite chair. She ate half of the bread and left it on the plate, then took a sip of her tea. I observed her so carefully that I could see she had a mole on her upper lip and also one on her right hand, next to her index finger. "Seeing me for the first time?", she snapped as I came out of my thoughts. "I was just wondering something", I lied. I was watching her. "What?", she said, taking the next sip. "How did you make that certificate?", I asked her as I took a bite of my toast. "I told you. I'm Zoya Ali", she winked. I swear she was so annoying at some p
"Relax, cool down", Rony spat. I drove my eyes away and focused on work as I was in no mood to argue with him. "At least show some respect", Kaif said to him. "You're dragging his wife in conversation and you want him to cool down? Does that make a sense?" "We were kidding, kaif. Stop being serious all the time", Chhavi frowned at him. "Oh! Is it so? Can I know from when you guys started kidding with us?", Kaif shrugged as I stopped him. "Ignore this kaif. We have a lot of work to do", I instructed him. "Ah! Someone is having an attitude now", Rony barked again. I tried to stay calm the way I used to be. I glanced at Kaif and indicated to keep calm too. "What a player you are, Abrar! Who knew there would be a player behind this decent face? Trapped a rich chick!", Rony spat. I heard all of them laughing
"Who comes to take a shower without bringing clothes?", she repeated those words I told her in the morning and again busted in laughter. "Like you, I'm not used to sharing my apartment with anyone", I shrugged. "Oh! So you roam around your flat, wearing a towel?", she giggled, I could figure out by her words. "Ok. It was my fault. Now, will you please move to your room for a few minutes? I'll have to go to my room", I blurted out. "Fine! I'm going. But do remember this lesson. First, look at yourself then taunt others", she said. I was gonna learn this lesson until she was here. I waited for a few minutes and opened the door to peep outside. She was not at the dining table. I immediately walked out, wearing the towel and rushed to my room. Releasing a deep sigh, I locked the door. Damn! It was so awful. I needed to be more careful from the next ti
I woke up after taking a short nap. Thankfully, my headache is gone. I looked at the clock, I had 1 hour to make dinner. It had been a long time I made tortillas. As a bachelor, I had always preferred a quick meal. I was unsure if I could make proper tortillas or not. Besides, Zoya looked so desperate to eat tortillas which made me nervous.I walked out of my room and checked out Zoya. She was nowhere around the kitchen and her room was locked. Maybe she was inside. I entered into the kitchen and took the container of flour. It was hard for me to knead the dough after a long time. While kneading it I recalled the moment when my granny taught me to make round tortillas when I was 16. After my parents' demise, I had to learn everything to survive. I was the guy who never lifted a glass of water to drink when my parents were alive. Life had taught me every lesson throughout the journey that I made without my parents. Twelve years were enough for me to turn my
It's been a long time I updated this book. I'm really very sorry, first of all. I put it on hold. There's good news for you that I'm continuing this book from August 1st. You'll get regular updates from then. Before August I may update a few chapters but can't assure that I'll be regular in July. This time, I'll complete this book for sure. You can keep your eyes on my social media account to get new updates. Thanks to those who didn't remove my book from their library and have patience. I'll be arriving soon. Till then you can go through the old chapters again to refresh the story in your mind. Stay tuned
AbrarAs I completed venting my anger on her she scowled at me. I had literally forgotten that she wasn't my actual wife on whom I could shout; well I shouldn't even if she was my wife. However, there was always a bittersweet right among couples which I didn't have on her. She was the daughter of my boss. The scariest truth."I'm.... I'm sorry", I hang my head."You're a frustrated soul", she sighed, serving herself another tortilla. She didn't fire back at me? I was hoping to get something worst; like a warning. She kept eating, ignoring me completely as I focused on my meal too without bragging about the thing. We were quietly eating when she hummed."Umm. You cook well""Thanks", I muffled, looking down and munching."How was your day at the office?", she asked, leaving me a bit shocked. I gaped at her as she lifted her head and rolled her eyes. "What? I'm asking a casual question. Is there any problem in asking this?""No! I was j
AbrarMy eyes refused to open with the third roll of alarm. I had a bad habit, well, worst. I couldn't sleep exactly after getting interrupted once. Last night, Zoya woke me up and it took me two long hours to sleep again. I felt it better to say the morning prayer and then sleep.When I finally pushed myself to get up and looked at the clock, it was already 8. I was late.Collecting my clothes, I went out of the room to take a shower and peeked towards Zoya's room. The door was locked.Turning the shower on, I stood under it for more than ten long minutes, planning my work schedule for today. I had to prepare some daily reports, visit our client Mr. Arslan's office and talk to his secretary about the ongoing projects and appointments. I had to help Kaif too regarding the clauses in reports. It was a lot of work.But the most important thing that disturbed me was what I should make for Zoya in the breakfast! Darn it! She was the h
Abrar "Zoya", I swiveled around and looked at her, the dark grey eyes almost turned red in anger. "I didn't mean it" The words could sound in a wrong way which I didn't think before uttering. For a girl, a single word could define much more than anyone's intention. "You did mean it, Abrar Zafar. All men are the same", she groaned, looking away. "You're taking it too far, Zoya. I didn't mean it at all. I just said it's not safe to stay with a stranger. No? It's wrong. People don't feel safe. That's what I meant" "But I know you are safe", she scowled at me. Her kohl-applied eyes came upon mine, ruddy and stable and I kept peering into them. More than her eyes, her words mesmerized me, well–shocked me. How could she know that I was safe for her? We met just a few days ago. She decided to come with me just a few hours later we met. Zoya Ali was nothing but a complete mystery to me– a mystery that I was scared to unfold. The more I