18| stuck forever

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ZEESHAN' POV:

I just finished having my dinner and made my way toward my balcony. I don't know why but I am having this sudden urge to go see Waniya.

"Shut up and go to sleep." My mind gave me a shut-up call. "Shut up," I said back.

But the problem is, how? I mean Shayan, she and Mirha live in the same house, and what if someone else opens the door, I don't care what they think but Waniya — I know she wouldn't like it, at all.

"As if you have never done something against her will," my mind mocked me. I ignored it. And I don't want trouble for her.

The chilly breeze swept over me, jolting me from my reverie. It all hit me: her window—her room—her balcony, a sanctuary of memories.

Suddenly, an overflow of nostalgia washed over me as I recalled those secret nights when I would sneak out, my heart racing with excitement and dread.

I'd climb the old wooden trellis, the rough texture digging into my palms, just to catch a glimpse of her lovely silhouette framed in the soft glow of her bedside lamp.

I can do that again. "You are not that twenty-six-year-old Zeeshan, anymore," can I seal the mouth of my brain? I grabbed the keys and made my way towards my car.

A few days back I was able to get her address. It was just a fifteen-minute ride, which felt like forever. My heart raced with anticipation and nervousness when I found myself standing in front of her house.

All I could see was two windows—one with a balcony and the other one without. Following my gut—going with the balcony. The main part is climbing and I haven't done this in years.

"God, send help," I said to no one but myself. I started climbing. Upon reaching the balcony. I held the handle of the door and prayed it was unlocked. And to my fate it was.

I wasn't foolproof about whether it was Waniya's room or not. Entering the room, I was welcomed with a huge photo frame of Waniya and Ezzah.

It was Waniya's room. The picture melted my heart. Another frame placed on her side table caught my vision. It was an old picture, I remember it—I was the one who clicked it.

I didn't look much but where was she? The doorknob rotated, informing me of someone's arrival. I rotated and she entered the room.

"What!!" The vase fell from the counter table on the wooden floor of her room, causing a shattering sound across the room. "Are you doing here?" she completed.

"Zeeshan, Pagal wagal ho? Dimag theek hai tumhara? Kuch hojata toh? Gir jate toh?" she yelled at me. (Zeeshan, are you dumb? Are you okay? It could hurt you.)

I smiled at her words. She cares her words were enough!!

"Kyu aye ho?" she was furious. "Milne aya hu," I answered.  (Why are you here?) (To meet you.)

She rubbed her face with her palms. "Waniya," I took a step. "Agge na ana," she showed me her palm. "Lag jaye gi," she cares. (Don't move.) (You'll get hurt.)

She didn't look at me, bent down, and started collecting the broken pieces of the vase. "Waniya, lag jaye gi chor do," I said. "Chup, chup hoke khare hojao," she huffed. And she hissed.

(Waniya leave it or you'll hurt yourself.) (Shut up and stand still.)

"Kaha tha na lag jaye gi, dekhao mujhe," I made her sit on the sofa. (I told you. Show it to me.)

"Where's the first-aid kit?" I asked. "Chorr do main karlo gi," she said. (Leave it, I'll do it myself.)

"Dekh liya hai maine kaise karo gi," I gestured to her hand. (I have already seen it how would you do it.)

The cut wasn't that deep but it could definitely cause an infection if not treated, at the moment. "Second drawer," I took out the kit and sat beside her. "Bola tha Maine na karo. Lakin sunti kaha ho tum. Dekho ab lag gai na," I cleaned the wound. She hissed. I looked at her.

(I told you not to do this. But you never listen to me. Look, now you have hurt yourself.)

"Zyda dard horha hai? I am sorry," I could see tears in her eyes, but they weren't because of the cut—they were because of something I was unaware of. She shook her head. (Is it hurting?)

Tears streamed down her cheeks. I wiped them. "Waniya, roo kyu rahi ho?" she didn't answer. I stood to grab the water from her side table. (Waniya, why are you crying then?)

I made her drink the water. Her crying ceased. "Sab theek hojaye ga, Waniya," I said. (Everything's gonna be alright.)

"Wapis chale jao, Zeeshan. Meray liye aur muskilein na khari karo," my heart ached. I didn't want to cause her misery. I would never. (Zeeshan, just go back. Stop creating problems for me.)

I stood up and moved toward the balcony. "Ruko, meray sath ao," she made me follow her. We descended the stairs, she took me toward the main gate.

(Wait, come with me.)

"Yahan see jao," she said. "Apna khyaal rakhana, Waniya," I said. "Tum bhi," did I  hear it right? She said— she wanted me to be okay. Am I blushing?

(Here. You can go from here.) (Take care, Waniya.) (You too.)

She closed the door. I moved toward my car, with my heart racing thinking she had told me to take care. The ache of my heart was overtaken by the happiness.

I didn't think much about the way she told me to leave. She cares—she cares for me. I drove back home. And slept peacefully.

~

"Farhaan, we need to go to Zeeniya," Amna said. "Zeeniya? What's that?" I overheard their conversation. "It's a clothing brand," Amna said.

Zeeniya— I have heard or seen this name somewhere. But where? Zeeniya, this feels familiar. I moved out of the hall and made my way towards my room.

I had just come from the office. It wasn't a tiring day, unlike tomorrow. The thoughts of yesterday night are still fresh in my mind.

Oh, fuck! Zeeniya! Zeeshan and Waniya. Fuck I remember it.

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"Zeeniya?" I questioned Waniya. "Yes, Zeeniya. Zeeshan and Waniya," I shook my head. "So, you will name your brand after us," according to her. If she ever makes a brand—which I know she will—she will name it after us.

"Yes," she said. "Now let me complete my assignment," I don't get how she can study this much. "What if we aren't together at that time?" I don't know why I asked her.

"Do you plan on leaving me?" I shook my head. "Neither do I, so we are stuck, forever," she pecked my lips.

"Waniya," I called her. "Hmm," she continued writing. "I would be the first to invest in your brand," I said and she smiled at me.

"But for that, I need to study and you are distracting me," she complained. "You want me to leave?" she shook her head. "Waniya, you can study at home," I said. "Shan," she glared at me.

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I opened my laptop and typed "Zeeniya" into the Google search bar, eager to learn more about the brand.

The first result was the official website, which boasted a sleek design and provided a wealth of information about its products and services. I scrolled down the search results until I found its Wikipedia page.

The Wikipedia entry offered some insights into the brand's history and ownership, though I noticed that the information was somewhat limited, it was indeed said it was owned by Waniya Bagga, with her picture. Have I been living under a rock?

It mentioned that Zeeniya has established itself as one of the most profitable brands in the global market, emphasizing its widespread presence in various countries.

The brand has successfully expanded its reach. Overall, it was clear that Zeeniya has made a significant impact in its industry.

Fuck, my girl is a millionaire. Oh my goodness. She had made it. Tresor, I am so proud of you.

"Obaid, we need to invest in Zeeniya but before that arrange my meeting with them," I said on the call.

"But sir—" I didn't let him complete. "No buts," I ended the call.

WANIYA POV'S

"Mirha, have you noted all the points," our team meeting just ended. She nodded, now we are close to the launch, and we can't afford mistakes.

"Ma'am for the shoot you need to go to New York," Sana informed me. I nodded. Shoot didn't only need two days so that's something I should be worrying about.

"Mirha, can you go and pick Ezzah from the school? I will join you guys soon," I said and Mirha left. "Ma'am, a business meet is also coming.

And as per the record, they will invite you," Sana was right. "We will look into that," I said. "And ma'am about the investors—" I didn't let her complete.

"We don't need them," I was right, at this point, we didn't need investors.

"But ma'am if we have a potential investor that could help us," Sana suggested. "Do we have a potential investor?" I asked her. She shook her head.

I chose to remain silent after receiving her answer, taking a moment to gather my thoughts.

Instead, I shifted my focus to reviewing several files that contained detailed information about our profits and revenue.

As I delved into the data, I analyzed the trends and figures, looking for insights that could inform our next steps and decision-making.

When it was almost time—should leave for home, as Ezzah hadn't been feeling well lately and, unfortunately, she wouldn't be able to attend school for the next two days. I really hope she starts to feel better soon.

I mentioned to both her and Mirha that it would be best to avoid ice cream during this time, considering how Ezzah is feeling, but I know how much they both love it.

In the end, who am I to put a stop to their little indulgence? It's hard to resist when they get that excited!

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