2| Move on

Before reading the chapter I want to make sure that "my characters aren't on their religion, if you are looking for a Halal clean romance book, drop this book. I don't include religion while writing fiction."

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ZEESHAN'S POV:

"Arrey maa, nhi karni mujhe shaadi," every day, my Mom would pressure me to settle down and marry a nice, kind-hearted girl.

(I don't want to get married Mom.)

The thought of marriage and commitment didn't sit well with me. After all, why should I tie the knot when the person I loved the most left me without a word of explanation?

I hope you are satisfied, Waniya.

"Batis ka hogya hai, ab toh karle shaadi mera bhi dil hai apne pote ya poti ko dekho," Mom whined like a child.

(You are 32, just get married. I want to see my children.)

"Okay, for that I can go for adoption," The primary reason I chose to become a teacher is my deep affection for children. I find them absolutely adorable, and I have always envisioned having kids of my own in the future.

However, my circumstances have changed, and I've come to the decision that adoption might be a better fit for me at this point in my life.

"Chachu," Anaya ran towards me. Who says she's Ahaan's daughter? She's her Chachu's little princess.

(Uncle.)

"G, Chachu ki princess," I picked her up.

(Yes, princess.)

"Dekho, Zoya tumhi apne dewar se kaho ke shaadi karle kitni umar hogai hai," Mom called Zoya Bhabhi.

(Zoya, please give him some brain.)

I know she won't say anything because she's the only one who knew about us, back then.

Waniya too loved her.

"Maa theek khe rahi hain Zeeshan ab tumhe shaadi karleni chahiye," she looked everywhere but at me.

(Zeeshan, Mom is right you should get married.)

What transpired to her? She comprehends I can't get married.

"Maa, ap nashta lagwa dein," I completely ignored their wedding topic. Anaya was still on my lap, quietly. Mom went into the kitchen.

(Mom, bring the breakfast.)

"Bhabhi," I called Zoya Bhabhi. She looked at me.

(Sister-in-law.)

"Zeeshan, I know what you are thinking, but don't you think you are punishing yourself a bit too much? Waiting for someone who would mostly probably never show up," she isn't wrong. But how can I even consider any other girl that ain't Waniya?

It's been six years. If I wanted I would have found her but her last letter to me was.

"It's over, Zeeshan. I'm safe. Don't look for me, respect my privacy. I will respect yours,"

As these words reverberated in the depths of my mind, I couldn't help but wish for the chance to turn back time and have a conversation with her about our relationship.

I longed to understand what went awry, what led her to depart just as I was preparing to propose. "Zeeshan, don't shed tears. You mustn't cry," I repeatedly told myself. My deepest wish is for Waniya to find safety and happiness.

"And what if she had gotten married? Zeeshan you need to move on," Zoya Bhabhi said and took Anaya as she needed to give her breakfast.

"Byeee, chachu," Anaya passed me a flying kiss. I nodded and smiled at her.

I was moving out of the house when Mom called me.

"Zeeshan, your breakfast is ready," I had zero appetite.

"I'll have it in the office," I moved out and sat into my Ferrari Roma 2023. I started the car and drove to my office.

Baig Enterprises takes pride in being recognized as the premier company in the country. My father's dedication and perseverance have played a climactic role in establishing the company's reputation.

To uphold his legacy and ensure the continued success of the business, my brothers, Farhan, Ahaan, and I, are steadfastly committed to taking the company to new heights.

As the CEO, I lead the company's strategic initiatives, while Ahaan assumes the role of president, overseeing key operations. Despite his potential, Farhan is currently exploring his professional path within the company. I gave the car keys to the guard to park as it was his duty.

I entered the office with a cold demeanor. All the workers stood up and greeted me with their bright smiles. I wonder how they could smile this much. I replied with a stern and a small nod.

Obaid, my assistant, approached as soon as he saw me. He's one of the most trusted people I know. I penetrated the cabin and he pursued me.

"Sir, you have a meeting with Khan's at 11 am, after that you need to sign some of the files, and last meeting with Malik's," he explained everything to me.

"What about the Roys?" his eyes didn't meet mine.

"Sir.... umm... actu...ally," he stuttered.

"Obaid, you know I hate the people who stutter," I shot daggers at him.

"Sir, the meeting got canceled and they said to adjust it you next Wednesday or...,"

"Or?" I gave him a questioning look.

"They said you could go to New York and have a meeting there," he sounded scared.

"And what did you do?"

"I said that you would make it to New York," did he just plan a business trip without informing me? Did he forget about my Aerophobia?

Yes, I have a fear of flying. It's been years since I discovered it and from that day I didn't fly.

"Sir, I was about to inform you but completely forgot about it," he explained.

"You just planned a business trip without informing me,"

"Sir sorry,"

"Tell Arhaan to attend the meeting, I have another one I can't go to," he nodded.

"And postpone the meetings with the Khans and send the files I need to check home," he nodded.

"If anyone calls and asks where I am, just say, he's busy," I moved out of the cabin.

I drove the car and took it to the beach. It was our go-to place. We used to come here at least once a week.

I just knew I couldn't function. She inhabited my thoughts. I'm just missing her way too much these days. Everything reminds me of her.

It has been six years and it still looks like it was just days ago when we used to be a lovey-dovey couple. No one could ever assume that Zeeshan Baig could talk to a girl with love and care.

I loved her.

I sat there for a long time when I decided to go back. Today was one of those days when I simply recalled our memories. The way we spend our time.

I drove back home.

"Zeeshan, aaj jaldi aa gaye," Dad saw me entering the house.

(You came early.)

"Bas tabiyat thik nahi thi," I answered him.

(I wasn't  feeling good.)

"Bola tha nashta kar ke jao," Mom scolded me. I was in no mood for all this.

(I told you to have breakfast.)

"Arhaan bata raha tha tum office nhi the," Dad gave me a questioning look.

(Arhaan told me that you weren't in the office.)

I nodded instead of answering.

"I need to rest," I said and left the hall.

"Bhaiyaaaa," Amna called me out.

(Brotherrr.)

I nodded. I didn't want to talk to anyone.

"Apki tabiyat theek hai?" she asked. I shook my head.

(Are you good?)

"Chalo ap rest karo, main baad main ati hu," she moved away.

(Okay, you take rest.)

Amna has faced numerous challenges and overcome them with great strength. She is now in the process of letting go of her past and embracing the present reality.

You should do that too, my brain mocked me.

Move on.

It's amazing how people can say "move on" without understanding the depth of our connection. Even if she doesn't return, I'll treasure our memories for life. But it's all in the past now, and we can't change it.

I let out a heavy sigh and made my way into the washroom. The cold water from the shower helped clear my mind a bit, but I was still consumed by thoughts of Waniya. Part of me felt the urge to seek her out, convinced that it wouldn't be difficult to find her.

However, another part of me recognized the importance of respecting her privacy. These conflicting thoughts kept me restless, making it difficult to relax and get some sleep. Why god? Why always me?

"And what if she had gotten married? Zeeshan you need to move on,"

Bhabhi's words echoed in my years. Maybe, this is it. I need to move on from. It's hard, it's very hard. How do I explain that I can't love again? I can't look at the girl the same way I looked at her.

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aesthetics.

You'll get their first interaction on a call in the next chapter!

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Lots of love!

Zaar.