6| your husband?

To begin with, I'm really sorry for being MIA, the break was much needed. I'm not fully back on Wattpad as my exams are approaching (author exams dede mar jaye gi). Plus I wanted to update on 2k reads but again I don't have any patience.

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WANIYA'S POV:

It's been 48 hours since we arrived in Pakistan, and so far, everything has been going smoothly. When Ezzah mentioned that she had encountered some Grumpy Pants, I couldn't help but feel intrigued. However, we were in a rush at the time, so I didn't get the chance to ask her about it. Surprisingly, Ezzah didn't tease me throughout the entire flight, which was a nice change of pace.

The flight was hard for me. I was visiting Pakistan after almost six years and it reminded me how vulnerable I was when I left the country. I didn't get the love I deserved. Shayan wanted to book a place for us to stay but I insisted that buying it would be more sufficient. So we bought it.

Today I needed to go for Ezzah's admission in one of the schools. I looked up online that schools are getting started within a few days and I needed to get her admitted because I can't afford to waste her time.

"You want her admission in kindergarten," the principal looked at her and smiled. I nodded. "I bet she's smarter than a kindergartener," which was true Ezzah was smarter than her age. "But, I want her to study with the children of her age," this was my major concern. I wanted Mirha to join me but she was busy.

"Your husband?" Here comes the difficult question. If I tell her that I wasn't married to someone but still conceived Ezzah she'll for sure judge me and my daughter. "He died." Her face fell. "I'm sorry." I smiled and nodded at her.

"Ezzah, are you excited to start your school?" She looked at Ezzah and she nodded vigorously. I know she was more than excited.

"Waniya, she can join from the coming Monday," she handed me a file and I nodded. We moved out.

"Mama, can we get ice cream?" Ezzah pouted. "No, you'll fall ill, and you are starting your school, so we can't take a risk." I made her understand, but who was I talking to?

"I will ask Sha or Massi to take me to eat ice cream." They are major reasons why she is spoiled, especially Shayan.

"Ezzah, do you like Shayan?" I asked her. "Yes, Sha is nice," I sighed. Thank God she gets along with him. "Now ice cream, please mama, please, please," she pleaded. I couldn't win against her. I nodded.

"Yayayayay, I love you so much, mama," she kissed my cheek. "I love you more," I said. I pulled the car to a halt in front of the charming little ice cream parlor.

Just as I was about to swing the door open, my eyes landed on Zoya Bhabhi standing just a few steps away, accompanied by a 6-year-old girl who was clutching an ice cream cone in her tiny hand. A sense of recognition washed over me as I realized that this girl must be the daughter of Zoya and Ahaan Bhai.

The last time I saw Zoya, she was heavily pregnant, and her due date was just around the corner. Seeing her now with a little girl who is a miniature version of Ahaan Bhai filled my heart with warmth. I couldn't help but marvel at how quickly time had passed and how the family had grown in my absence.

She was absolutely beautiful, and I often daydream about meeting her in person. Back when Zeeshan and I were navigating our secret relationship, she was the only person who truly understood what we were going through. I remember how much Zeeshan longed to share our love openly, to let the world see what we had built together. But I hesitated and held him back, constantly fearing the reaction of my family and the weight of their traditions.

"Mama, chalein?" Ezzah shook me out of my thoughts. I nodded, before getting out I made sure that she was gone. We made our way towards the parlor. "What flavor do you want?" I asked Ezzah. "Chocolate." Her words were laced with excitement. "One chocolate and one vanilla," I told the guy standing there.

"Waniya," my breath hitched. I looked around and it was Zoya Bhabhi. The girl wasn't with her anymore. "Zoya bha — " I realized I shouldn't call her that. I had no right.

"Waniya, it is you. Oh my goodness let me tell Zeeshan. You know what you should come home with me." She had tears in her eyes. "Mama," Zoya Bhabhi looked at Ezzah and her face turned pale.

"Is s.. she yo.... your dau...ghter?" She couldn't speak. I nodded at her. "Yes, she is my mama," Ezzah spoke. "Oh," she was disappointed. I could sense it.

"I'm sorry. Just forget what I said a minute ago. I am sorry. I didn't know you were married," she said in one breath. "It's okay." I couldn't say I wasn't married. I just couldn't. "She's really pretty what's her name?" Zoya Bhabhi looked at her with dreamy eyes. "Ezzah," I replied. "Ezzah, you are such a pretty girl." She said.

"Yeah, I know that," Ezzah replied. Zoya Bhabhi chuckled. "Take care, Waniya. Allah Hafiz." She passed a broken smile and went out. I grabbed the ice cream and went towards the car.

"Mama?" Ezzah called me. I nodded. "Who was she?" She questioned and I passed her the ice cream. "Someone really close." Ezzah didn't pay attention as now she was too busy having her ice cream. I didn't have a will to eat ice cream anymore. My heart was getting heavy. The way I had broken Zoya Bhabhi's heart.

I ignited the engine and drove back home. I was endeavoring to drive the car but I couldn't, my hands were shivering.

What if she tells Zeeshan? What if he looks for me? What if he finds that Ezzah is his daughter? Waniya, okay, calm down! I glanced at Ezzah — the sole reason why I am very much alive. I don't want anyone to take her away from me. I  won't be able to survive.

Why would he? He never wanted her! He would never.

ZEESHAN'S POV:

It has been two days in New York City. Yesterday, I had a conference that went well we got the deal but now I am foraging for Waniya and I am not capable of finding her anywhere. Why is it so hard? Ahaan Bhai has called me to inquire when will I return.

I have to be back by Sunday as from Monday I have to join the school. It's already Thursday and I have only two days—I am not counting Sunday—it's almost eight in the morning here which means it would be almost four in the evening in Pakistan.

Obaid and I are staying at a hotel. I was to leave my hotel as I had met someone related to Waniya but then my phone rang.

Zoya Bhabhi—the name flashed on the screen informing me that it was a call from home. I picked it up. "Chachuu," Anaya said the moment she could see me on the screen. I smiled at her. "Zeeshan, wapisi kab hai?" Maa asked me. (When are you returning?) "Sunday ko," I told her about my arrival. (On Sunday.) "Chalo deyhaan se ao." She was concerned. (Be careful.) "Ye Zoya se baat karlo," she handed the phone to Bhabhi. (Here, talk to Zoya.)

I could see her moving out of Maa's sight. "Zeeshan." She didn't seem okay. "Bhabhi, you don't look good," I said. "Zeeshan, come back. There is no need to stay there."

"Bhabhi, are you okay? Is bhai okay?" I was getting worried. "Zeeshan, just listen to me. You are wasting your time." Why is she not telling me what's wrong? "Bhabhi," I called her.

"Tum ajao phr batao gi kya howa hai." She said. (I'll tell once you are here.)  "Bhabhi, I will come once I find Waniya," I told her. "Zees-," I cut her off. "Bhabhi ap tension na lein." I said. (There's need to worry, sister-in-law.) "Zeeshan you are not understanding," she said. "Understanding what?" she didn't answer.

"Bhabhi, I need to go I will come back soon," I cut the call. Obaid was waiting for me in the lobby of the hotel. I met him there and we moved out.

I managed to track down that mysterious number, and to my surprise, it belonged to Mirha Masood, a friend of Waniya's from college. Mirha was actually her junior. Their friendship was never particularly close, as Waniya had always preferred to keep her circle small and didn't invest much in friendships.

I realized that I had never met Mirha in person; my knowledge of her was limited to the brief mentions Waniya made. I couldn't help but wonder what Mirha was doing in Waniya's life now. Did something happen to spark a connection, or was there another reason for their contact?

"Can you tell me where Mirha Masood lives?" I asked the guy who helped me trace down the number. He eyed me. I reached for my wallet from my pocket and passed him some money, his eyes sparked seeing them.

"Mirha Masood is currently working in a fashion brand. Lives alone. She has no family here in New York." He completed. No use, the information is of no use.

"But she has a friend named Waniya, Waniya Bagga. Sometimes she lives with her." My heart skipped a beat when I heard her name.

I pulled out some more dollars and handed them to him. "I need information about Waniya Bagga," I said. "Sir the code ain't working, her information has security around it." A frown appeared on his face.

Don't lose your calm, Zeeshan. "Okay, tell me where is Mirha?" I questioned him. "She went to Pakistan with three other people to Pakistan." I nodded and moved out. Maybe Waniya too went with her. Why is this so hard? Should I go back home? Or should I stay here and search for her?

Obaid and I made our way back to the hotel not before buying coffee and something to eat. "Sir, what will be doing now?" Obaid asked. "No, idea," I told him which was true. I wasn't sure what would I do.

We came back home and I was busy checking some emails on my laptop. It was almost 11 pm. When I heard my phone ringing, it was Amna. I picked up her phone. "Bhai." I could feel she was crying. "Amna, are you okay?" I closed my laptop. "Bhai... Anaya fell from the stairs," I needed to go back.

"I am coming. Is she okay?" I asked her. "She's in the hospital. She has lost a lot of blood." I cut the call and opened flight bookings. To my luck, I was able to get a direct flight to Pakistan.

I informed Obaid and we left for the airport.

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Plus if you wondering when will Zeeshan and Waniya will meet?! Dekho sabr ka phal metha hota hai. (Wo alag baat unka reunion likhne ke baad bohut rona aya tha—nvm.)

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