AbrarI literally couldn't believe what I just saw and tried to come back to reality. But I saw exactly her. My grandparents were sitting on the couch. A big smile appeared on my face to see them after months but soon it vanished when I realized that the situation wasn't exactly the same as before."Abrar", my grandmother stood holding the arm of the couch as I rushed towards her and held her arms tightly. She had a million-dollar smile on her wrinkled face."Dadi, you're here? How are you?", I beamed, dumping all the negative thoughts aside. I should welcome them warmly."My boy!", she caressed my hair, skimming her palm down to my face and cupping it, looking at me with her moist eyes. "I'm good. How are you? It has been months since I saw you"I hugged her as my eyes went to my grandfather. His expressions were hardened. I wondered if they got to know about my marriage which was definitely fake. It was going to be tough for me to tackle the situ

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 "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"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

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