45: betrayal

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You can play the song when mentioned to feel the pain, I felt while writing it.

AALIYANA'S POV:

As I woke up this morning, I had a strange premonition that something was about to go awry, but I chose to brush off the feeling. Today, Zaviyaar is returning home, and I couldn't be more happy. I've missed him terribly during his absence and I can't wait to see him again. I can't wait to hug him tight.

As I was getting ready for the day, I opened my drawer and glimpsed the glimmer of the ring he gave me during our trip to Paris. I carefully picked it up, feeling the weight of its significance in my palm. It was a reminder of his plea for us to try and salvage our marriage. He had asked me to wear it as a sign that I was open to giving our relationship another chance.

I decided to wear that special ring I've been thinking about and plan to surprise him with a home-cooked meal at his workplace. I'm looking forward to making this special effort for him.

I'm not very skilled at cooking, but I have a basic understanding and I can always refer to YouTube for help. Also, Zaviyaar mentioned that he would be going to the office and then returning home. I'm excited to see him since it's been almost a week since we last met. I'm eagerly anticipating our reunion.

I made my way into the kitchen, having already informed Mom that I planned to prepare a meal for Dad and bring it to his office without him knowing. She agreed to keep it a secret. Although I'm not particularly fond of cooking, I wanted to show my appreciation for all the women who cook for their families. Cooking always feels time-consuming to me. As I began the meal preparations, the kitchen workers were there to lend a hand.

"BHABHI AP KITCHEN MAIN??" Zayyan said shockingly.

(Bhabhi you, that too in kitchen?)

"Hn," I replied

(Yup.)

"Khair hai aj aisi kya special baat hai ke ap cooking karahi," in our household, it's common knowledge that I rarely step into the kitchen to cook, unless it's for a truly special occasion or something out of the ordinary.

(What's special that you are cooking?)

"Nothing today I decided to cook forZaviyaarr and take it for him and please don't tell him," I said

"Ahemahemm, ap ko madad chahiye toh main kuch karwa do?" he inquired if I required any assistance, but I refused his offer. After playfully teasing me for a little while, he eventually left.

(Do you need any help?)

I prepared a homemade Chinese rice dish along with some delicious chicken curry and a sweet dessert. I put a lot of thought into the menu because I know he enjoys these dishes. I'm not entirely sure if it will meet his taste preferences, but I gave it my all in the kitchen.

As I was getting ready, I realized that Malaika had returned to work after her holidays. I went to my room, looked into my closet, and for the first time, felt like I didn't have anything to wear. It was a puzzling feeling, and I couldn't help but wonder why this was happening.

I called my friends Malaika and Noor to let them know that I was bringing lunch for Zaviyaar at his office. They both wished me the best of luck. I asked for their advice on what to wear, and they gave me some ideas. In the end, I decided to go with something more eastern in style.

As I reflected on my conversation with him, my subconscious mind began to mock me about the words I had chosen. I have been considering taking him to my favorite spot so that I can share my feelings with him and have finally made a decision about how to proceed.

I decided to write down everything I wanted to say on paper so that I wouldn't forget any important details. I didn't write much as I didn't want it to be scripted types but I did make some important notes.

After that, I decided to treat myself to a relaxing time in the washroom. I indulged in a long, refreshing shower where I used a luxurious body scrub and nourishing hair conditioner. It was such a wonderful and indulgent experience that left me feeling rejuvenated.

After stepping out of the steamy washroom, I wrapped myself in a cozy bathrobe. I took the time to dry my hair, and then for some reason, I felt like adding some curls. It was a rare day when I actually felt like putting in the effort to look nice, and for some inexplicable reason, that made me really happy.

Creating those curls felt like a personal triumph for me, and I couldn't help but feel proud of my accomplishment. I changed into my clothes and I applied some makeup; mascara, tint, and gloss and I was all set to go. I left our room and descended the staircase.

I ponder where Lubna is. It's better if she's not here.

"Kitni pyaari lag rhi ho, Aaliyana," Mom complemented me. I grinned.

(You look gorgeous.)

"Pyaar ka rop hai Mom," Zayyan teased.

(It's because of love.)

"Jab tumor Shaadi hojaye gi tab tumor biwi se badly utaro gi," I mocked, he blushed omg, Zayyan-- cutie.

(I'll take revenge on your wife, once you are married.)

"Aaliyana khana ban gya tha," Mom asked.

(Is food ready?)

"G," I said.

(Yes.)

"Arrey pata hai jab humri nai nai Shaadi hoi thi toh Safiya bhi meray liye ais tarah khana le kar ati thi," Dad took part in the conversation. Mom blushed hard.

(You guys know what when we got married, Safiya used to bring me food that same way Aaliyana is taking for Zaviyaar.)

"Arrey ap bhi na. Bacho ke samne shuro hojate hain," Mom lightly scolded him. They are so adorable.

(Don't start it infront of kids.)

"Hn toh ye bache humre pyaar ki nishani hi hain," Dad said while reading his newspaper. But soon he stopped speaking when he earned a glare from Mom.

Zayyan and I were controlling our laughs.

"Mom, driver hai?" I questioned.

(Is the driver available?)

"Driver ki kya zarorat hai jab apka Dewar hai," Zayyan said.

(Why do you need a driver when you have your brother-in-law?)

"Chalo phr main khana le kar ati hu phr chalte hain," he nodded and went out.

(Let me bring food and we'll leave.)

The paper was still in my hand. I set foot in the kitchen and packed the lunch in some containers and I asked a worker to place them in the car. He placed them. Zayyan and I left for Zaviyaar's office.

The car ride was a lot of fun. Zayyan's wife would be lucky bet me. He's such a jolly person to be with. And not forgetting I was nervous AF. He broke my trance.

"Bhabhi do you plan on watching any of my races?" He questioned me

"Zayyan, is that even a question?" I rolled my eyes.

"So you will?"

"Of course, sari races dekho gi, pata hai Noor ki waja dekha karti ab tumhri waja se dekho gi," I explained.

(Before I used watch it because of Noor and now I'll watch them for you.)

"Noor ki waja se?" he asked with a sparkle in his eyes.

(Because of Noor?)

"Hn, you what woh Asad ki piche pagal thi when she was young, so woh dekhti thi auski waja aur phr hum bhi dekhte the," I explained he simply nodded.

(She was head over heals for Asad when she was young, she used to watch it because of him, and we used to accompany him.)

I peered down at the piece of paper that was filled with my thoughts and feelings. As the car came to a stop, Zayyan turned to me and let me know that we had arrived at our destination.

I grabbed the bag of food and stepped out of the car, making my way into the office building. Before that Zayyan handed the keys to the guard to park the car.

"Bhabhi ap jain main Azlaan se mil kar ata hu," Zayyan said moving away from my sight.

(I'll join you after meeting Azlaan.)

I made my towards the reception.

"Where's the CEO's cabin?" I asked the girl most probably she was the receptionist. She looked at me from top to bottom.

"Do you have an appointment, Ma'am?" She asked me.

"I'm Zaviyaar's wife, Aaliyana Zaviyaar Khan," her eyes widened and she said it was on floor 15. I went to the lift and pressed floor 15.

PLAY THE SONG IF YOU WANT!

When I was in the lift. The two girls entered the lift.

"Have you seen that girl? That came to meet the CEO," one asked the other.

"Yeah, she was rude. The way she was behaving with the employees it seemed that she was the wife of the CEO," the second girl replied.

My heart sank. Who is she?

Lubna, a voice came from my brain. 'Stop it no overthinking' I fought with my inner voices.

"No, I have heard about his wife. She is more sweet," one said. The lift stopped and I left the lift.

I can't seem to shake this strange feeling that something isn't right. It's as if there's an impending sense of doom looming over me, or maybe it's just intense nervousness. I can't explain it, but all I want to do is flee from this place, even though I can't pinpoint exactly why.

Then I noticed I left that paper in the car. ugh. How careless of you Aaliyana? I was finding his cabin when I looked up at the label.

The CEO

Zaviyaar Aqib Khan.

I read and it made me smile, even his name is enough to make me smile. I didn't even bother knocking. I went straight in.

The scene before me shattered my heart into a million pieces. At that moment, it was almost impossible to accept what lay before my eyes. It was as if I had stepped into a living nightmare. I had to forcefully blink my eyes, hoping that the devastating sight would disappear.

I wanted to be one of nightmares but it wasn't. It was the harsh reality.

The lunch box in my hands slipped. I felt my whole body going numb. I felt weak in my legs.

Tears were not in my control anymore, my heart was shattered. It felt like someone stabbed me right into my heart. I didn't want to cry that too in front of them I tried to stop the river that was streaming out of my eyes but I couldn't.

How could I? It wasn't possible for me. Zaviyaar was coming towards me but then I moved back showing him my palm.

"I don't need explanations," I said

I was heartbroken

He cheated. Cheated on me.

I rushed out of his office, my heart pounding in my chest. As I hurried down the hallway, I collided with Zayyan, and before he could say anything, I quickly brushed past him into the parking lot.

When I reached the car, I signaled the guard, asking for the keys. Initially, he hesitated, but after I raised my voice in frustration, he relented and handed over the keys. I swiftly slid into the driver's seat, feeling a mix of relief and urgency as I started the car.

My hands were shivering. I'm getting a panic attack, no not now. I heard my phone ringing it was Zaviyaarr a broken smile formed on my lips. I picked up my phone and was about to throw it across the car when I saw that paper I held it and started reading.

I felt betrayed. I burst out into tears. My poor heart. What did I do to deserve this? Did I deserve to get cheated on?

"Why Zaviyaar why? Was I not enough for you?" I said to no one but myself. I crushed that paper in my hands and just threw it across the car.

Don't cry Aaliyana, don't. Not for him at least. He never deserved you, I harshly wiped my tears and with trembling hands, I started the car. I don't know where to go.

"Even if you take an eternity to fall in love with

me, I'll wait but I'll never stop loving you."

These words were echoed in my ears. Lies all lies. I was driving the car but I don't where I stopped it because I wasn't able to drive it.

"Zaviyaar, this is not how to treat people you love, you cheated on me. I've no one.

I'm left with no one,"

"ZAVIYAARRRR," I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I was balling my eyes out.

"Zaviya," I said when I felt my

surroundings getting all black.

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