Abrar
"Where did you find this beautiful girl? I
can't stop praising but she is so pretty", Dadi beamed, touching Zoya's cheek while having the tea.Unfortunately, I had to agree with Zoya. My dadajan and dadi used to be worried about me all the time. And today I could see the happiness on dadi's face and relief on dada's. Zoya was right. The happiness was temporary. So why not just stretch the happiness a little longer.
Zoya passed a smile. Her cheeks turned a bit rosy. I didn't know if she ever blushed but today she did actually.
"I'm not interested in these silly questions, Salma. Ask him when they got married. This is the most important question", dadajan grumbled, looking away. He was still mad at me. And I knew he was fair in his place. He raised me like a father for the last ten years. And it was a huge thing for him. I walked towards him and went on my knees, holding his hands.
"Dadajan! Actually, it—", I strived to say.
I helped her cleaning the room and packing her stuff so we could move as soon as possible. She never panicked so much but today it felt like she was trying her best not to do anything to offend them."What are this stuff about?", dadi asked when we came out of the room with two pieces of luggage."Nothing much, dadi. Some unnecessary stuff. We were shifting them so they don't trouble you", I muttered."How can only two luggage trouble us? Leave them in the corner", dadi said as I looked at Zoya. She was confused as hell. I rolled my eyes to make her say something. She was a story making queen."Huh! Dadi— actually", she muffled looking down. "I had a few things of mine in that room. So—"I hoped dadi left that matter right away. I knew her well. If she got after some matter, she easily didn't leave that."That's also your room, my child. You can come and go anytime", dadi smiled. As I expected, she wasn't going to leave even a si
Abrar"You'll help me?", I gaped at her, widening my eyes when she offered to help me in the kitchen. It had been a while since we settled down everything and I came to the kitchen to prepare dinner for us."Yeah, until the cook arrives. And you used to cook for two. It was easy. So, I thought—", she stood next to me in front of the counter and placed her palms over it, scanning everything placed on the counter."Is that the only reason?", I focused back on the stove while placing a pot with water to prepare rice. And I had many things to cook today. Most of the time, I survived only eating rice and eggs and Zoya managed with the pickles that Mrs. Sharma used to arrange for her after she finished eating one batch. But today, we couldn't serve them to dadajan and dadi."Well, I was feeling awkward. Like you were outside the entire day, and now you're cooking. If I rest in my room, what will they think about me?", she rolled her eyes, making a tiny fa
Abrar"Life skills, no?", she threw a wry smile and turned back to chop again. "Not everyone knows everything""You're impossible", I sighed. She could do anything to prove her point."See the shapes", she beamed while placing the chopping board in front of me."You don't need to be so careful", I told her. Though she came to help me, I could finish my work earlier than this time. She was distracting me a lot."You'll taunt me if I do something wrong", she pouted, glaring at me."So, my taunts affect you?", I let out a chuckle."Don't give yourself so much importance, Mr. Abrar Zafar", she threw me a blank look and got back to chop again. I silently smiled at her.We took some time to prepare the breakfast and serve them together. She was really excited about her first attempt in the kitchen today. Although she used to make a salad and plain coffee for herself, she could never make them perfectly. Especially, she was real
Abrar"Will you manage on the couch?", Zoya asked when we were done settling the bed and the couch to sleep. I let the windows open so she could have the moonlight next to her bed. The lights could disturb me to sleep.I looked at her. She was still confused or maybe she wasn't feeling it right to make me sleep on the couch in my own room.I smiled."Of course. Why are you asking so?", I sat on the couch and settled the pillow correctly."Your height. The couch is small", she said, sitting in front of the dressing table. My dressing table always had a comb and perfume. Nothing else. Now it was filled with her creams and perfumes. She started applying them to her face and arms. A smile appeared on my face as I watched her.She needed nothing to look flawless of course. She always glowed like a moon for me."No problem. I can manage", I said, staring at her as she raised her eyebrows at me, through the mirror."You can manage eve
Abrar"Zoya is a good girl", dadi said at the breakfast table. I just passed her a smile."She is""And I'm glad that you took a decision for yourself", she added with a blissful smile on her face. I wondered how to react. The decision was imposed. And it was not even real. How should I feel? It was so complicated."Yeah", however at some point she was right. After Zoya's arrival, many things changed in my life. I could say that my boring life with no meaning at all had become cheerful after her.Nonetheless, the next moment I remembered last night and everything that was happening throughout the time she was with me. There were so many secrets to unfold. And I knew none."What happened? Is there any problem?", dadi asked while frowning as I came back to my senses."No, dadi. Not at all", I chuckled. After a few minutes, dadajan came to the table. His mood seemed to be fresh as he took the newspaper from the table. Deep down, I was ne
Abrar * "Dammit", I groaned, yanking the tie around my neck. I hardly wore a tie but today I had to attend a meeting and my boss Mr. Sahani strictly told me to maintain the formal code. "Need some help?", Zoya said from the door as I looked at her through the mirror. "No, thanks", I scoffed, focusing back on my tie. I was striving to make the knot. It wasn't going well. "Okay. Then don't wear it", she said from behind, still looking at me. "I'll go with Mr. Sahani so he strictly asked me to maintain the dress code", I told her, darting my eyes on her through the mirror. "Then let me do it for you", she said again. "I can do it", I shrugged off. She walked towards me which I could see through the mirror well. The next moment she was just an inch away from me. "Abrar, you suck at wearing a tie. Don't show attitude and let me help you", she said while frowning at me. Her hands were crossed and her ey
AbrarThe moment seemed to be stopped there as I bumped into my past. In just a second, everything I had with her years ago flashed before my eyes. She was startled too. I was looking for words, what to say, what to do, how to react. She dropped her gaze immediately and took all the documents from my hands as I came back to reality.I couldn't dare to look at her again. However, I remembered how Zoya used to make things easier for me. If I was the same man with awful emotions like six months back, I could never be able to face my past. But I thought now I could.Standing up properly, I looked at Nikhat again. She had changed a lot. We never met in the last two years. Her dressing style completely changed, she had become chubbier than before. Maybe, the marital change! Nonetheless, the only change which made me anxious was her body language. She looked timid and nervous. I frowned at her."Are you okay?", I muffled though it shouldn't be the first question
AbrarI didn't know why I was expecting this after all these incidents. However, I was a bit scared about it. Was that because of me? She was such a nice girl. No guy could ever think of leaving her."But why? Is it related to—", I strived to say."No. It's not because of you, nor it had anything to do with our relationship. I had accepted the marriage wholeheartedly and I was giving my best. But—", she pressed her lips and looked up at the sky. I could see her filled eyes and the painful attempt to stop her tears. She was trying her best to complete. Rubbing her cheeks, she looked down again and chuckled. The chuckle of pain."He cheated on me", she said in a heavy voice. My jaw dropped. It wasn't something I was expecting. I still remember the moment. Her husband Imran was desperate to get married to her. In fact, when I met him he assured me that he would do anything to keep her happy. I could not believe that he would cheat on